Sensing the killing intent deep in Mo Gu's eyes, Xue Ming's body trembled as he asked angrily, "You, what are you going to do?"
"You have outlived your usefulness," Mo Gu said indifferently.
Xue Ming said angrily, "You're throwing me away now that I've served my purpose! For the past year, I have been fiercely loyal to the Hundred Ghosts Faction. Even if I have no great achievements, I have still toiled for you. Why must you kill me!"
Xue Ming struggled to stand up.
But the injuries all over his body left him unable to move.
"Do you know what the Sect Master thinks of you?"
Mo Gu stepped forward, the sound of his leather shoes striking the ground echoing like hammer blows against Xue Ming's heart.
Mo Gu continued leisurely, "Rearing a tiger invites calamity!"
As he spoke, a silver light surfaced on his hand, and he slashed out!
"No!"
Xue Ming shrieked and fell back!
His body had been severed into two.
No blood flowed; it was simply cleanly divided.
Thud! Thud!
The two halves of his dismembered body fell to the ground.
Xue Ming was dead!
"Trash!"
Mo Gu wiped his hands, his eyes narrowing slightly.
He originally thought this kid had potential, but he never expected him to screw up such a simple task.
The Sect Master thought highly of Zhang Fan, but now he had defected to the Asura Sect.
This was rather troublesome.
Mo Gu fell into deep thought.
In fact, it wasn't just Zhang Fan.
Within the Asura Sect, there was the Sect Master An Yi, and that Bai Xiu, whose position was unknown and who slept all day.
They were all key targets of the Sect Master's attention.
They all seemed to possess that profound and mysterious power.
Especially that Bai Xiu. He did nothing but sleep every day, yet his strength grew the more he slept! It was truly bizarre.
"The Asura Sect... Heh, it's time to make a move," Mo Gu said indifferently.
In just a short year and a half, the Asura Sect had surpassed the Law Enforcement Bureau, the Daoist League, and the Heavenly Dragon Temple, growing into the Hundred Ghosts Faction's second-biggest rival!
Moreover, their power was still expanding rapidly.
The Hundred Ghosts Faction could absolutely not tolerate the Asura Sect growing any stronger.
"Old geezer, who are you planning to make a move on?"
A chilling voice rang out.
Mo Gu only felt a sudden chill down his spine.
Suddenly, a dense barrage of steel needles shot toward him like a torrential downpour.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The steel needles struck the rocks, sending sparks flying everywhere.
Mo Gu's figure unexpectedly vanished.
"Teleportation??"
An Yi was shocked.
To think such a thing actually existed!
Even on the Ancient Continent, this would be considered a divine skill!
In another spot, Mo Gu's figure suddenly appeared.
He looked at the suddenly appearing An Yi, his eyes instantly widening in disbelief.
This kid was actually standing on the back of a silver dragon! He had arrived riding a dragon!
"You actually managed to catch up!"
Mo Gu's gaze turned solemn as he stared coldly at An Yi.
He possessed the unique Realm Spirit Power, the only one of its kind in the entire Profound Domain for thousands of years.
He didn't expect An Yi to be able to follow him.
"Cheap trick."
An Yi raised an eyebrow, looking at Mo Gu with a sinister smile. "So it's a mushroom, how interesting!"
As he spoke, he leaped down from the silver dragon's body, stepped through the air, and slashed with his sword!
The longsword slashed over silently, leaving not a single trace of its trajectory.
Mo Gu took a step back. It was just a small step, yet he easily dodged An Yi's attack. Raising his gentleman's cane, he steadily blocked An Yi's strike.
Impossible!
An Yi's expression changed drastically.
It was impossible to dodge from that angle just now!
Moreover, he was using the Nine Dragon-Slaying Swords, Fifth Stance: Autumn Trace!
"This is the charm of Realm Spirit Power."
Seeing An Yi's confusion, Mo Gu chuckled.
Crack!
A teeth-aching sound of bone cracking rang out.
An Yi spun his body around, his foot viciously sweeping into Mo Gu's face.
Whoosh!
Mo Gu's figure shot out like a cannonball, his body embedding into the stone wall and smashing out a terrifying crater!
His front teeth were knocked out, and blood gushed wildly from his nose!
At this moment, how could Mo Gu still maintain his previous elegant demeanor?
His true strength lay in possessing Realm Spirit Power; combat was not his strong suit.
An Yi's strength was formidable.
Just a single kick had nearly knocked the soul out of him.
"So what if you have Realm Spirit Power? Keep acting tough!"
An Yi said slowly.
Swinging his sword, a black, crescent-like blade of energy slashed over.
Boom!
The blade struck the stone wall.
Crushed stones scattered, and dust flew into the air!
"I missed?"
An Yi was surprised. He executed his Flame Step to go over and take a look, and his expression changed slightly.
Mo Gu had actually vanished out of thin air!
That sword strike just now had not hit him!
"Long Niu, keep chasing!"
An Yi flipped over, jumping onto the silver dragon's back as he spoke.
Long Aoxue's voice sounded somewhat puzzled. "This time, I can't find him."
An Yi: "..."
Earlier, after Xue Ming disappeared, An Yi was unwilling to just let him escape like that.
Then, he suddenly thought of Long Aoxue, this Long Niu who could freely travel through his storage space.
His storage space was a magical existence that could not store living creatures.
But Long Aoxue was an exception!
Not only could she stay perfectly fine in the storage space, but she could also travel in and out freely.
Seeing Xue Ming disappear, An Yi instantly thought of Long Aoxue at that time.
After throwing three rolls of toilet paper at her head, she finally woke up.
Upon An Yi's inquiry, it turned out she really could travel through space!
Thus, tracking the residual spiritual energy, he had chased him all the way here.
"By the way, where is this?"
An Yi looked around in slight bewilderment.
This was clearly a cave!
It was pitch-black with faint lighting.
The difference was that there was actually spiritual energy here!
Although it wasn't as rich as the Immortal Sect World, it was far, far stronger than the nearly dried-up secular world.
Barring any surprises, this should be another world.
The Ancient Continent?
An Yi suddenly thought of this possibility.
Could it be... he had returned?
"Rest in peace."
An Yi looked at Xue Ming's corpse and said indifferently.
The man was already dead, so there was nothing left to say.
He took out a short knife and conveniently pulled out his phone to snap a picture of Xue Ming.
Previously, Xue Ming had killed the Law Enforcement Bureau's Four Saints Black Tortoise, Wang Dahai.
The Law Enforcement Bureau had placed a bounty of two hundred million for his head.
Two hundred million—it was free money, and he'd be a fool not to take it!
After An Yi finished handling the matter, he reached out and patted the silver dragon's head. "Long Niu, let's go out and take a look."
Long Aoxue's figure flew out of the cave, as fast as a streak of light.
Outside was impressively a whole new world.
This wasn't the Ancient Continent. An Yi made the judgment almost instantly.
Just like the Hongtian Secret Realm, there were two suns here.
It was just that the positions of the suns seemed to have changed slightly.
Rumble!
A massive demonic beast shaped like a pangolin slowly walked over. Its glowing green eyes stared fixedly at An Yi, saliva dripping from its jaws.
It looked as if it couldn't wait to swallow An Yi alive.
"A Level Four demonic beast!"
The Dragon Fang Magic Sword in An Yi's hand shimmered with flowing light.
A black, blood-streaked sword blade slashed out.
The sound of the air tearing resounded.
The pangolin demonic beast's body was pierced through on the spot! It died instantly.
An Yi used a dagger to pry out a yellow spirit core, wiped it clean, and tossed it directly to Long Aoxue. "For you, consider it travel expenses."
Long Aoxue said stubbornly, "You originally promised two Level Five spirit cores."
"I owe you for now, I won't forget!"
An Yi said speechlessly.
He was the Sect Master of the Asura Sect; was he the kind of person to go back on his word?
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
