As the Frost Archer fell under Lu Ze's blade, collapsing to the ground, the deadly wave of attacks was completely neutralized.
"Dead… all dead?"
Zhou Yue gaped in disbelief.
The battle just now had been far too intense.
Zhou Yue and his three companions hadn’t even dared to breathe too loudly, afraid of disrupting Lu Ze’s maneuvers.
"All dead," Lu Ze replied with a casual tilt of his head.
"Can’t be helped. They just weren’t strong enough to last until you respawned."
"…"
Zhou Yue was momentarily speechless.
He’d seen people show off before, but never like this.
When Zhou Yue had asked if Lu Ze could hold out until they revived, was this what he meant?
Still, there was no denying it—Lu Ze was absolutely insane. Wave after wave of breathtaking plays had left Zhou Yue’s blood boiling with excitement.
"No words can express my gratitude… If you ever get the chance, Brother Lu, come visit the Lingxiao Sect. I’ll treat you like royalty!"
Freshly respawned, Zhou Yue hastily clasped his hands in salute, his tone utterly sincere.
"No need for that," Lu Ze waved him off before an idea struck him.
"If you really want to thank me, why not roll for that new Divine-tier skin?"
"You like it? Then I’ll gift—"
"No, I mean you should roll for yourself."
"Huh?"
"That Dragonmancer Lee Sin skin suits your aura perfectly. I’d love to see it in action."
"Hahaha, I’ll pull for it right after this match!"
Flattered by Lu Ze’s praise, Zhou Yue’s head swelled with pride—completely forgetting how, not long ago, he’d spent thousands of spirit stones pity-breaking for [Zhuge Kongming] before furiously vowing never to waste another stone on Illusion Realm again.
As the four teammates stepped out of the fountain one after another, Lu Ze updated his gear and grinned.
"Let’s go."
"Time to spawn-camp them."
……
……
"The Lingxiao Sect squad sounds the horn of counterattack!"
"Their Nexus is at 50 HP… but not a single drop more will be shed!"
"Lu Ze charges ahead first… Huh? The [Immortal Slayers] are all running from him!"
"Hahaha! Brother Zhou, holding back three games’ worth of frustration, is finally unleashing it all! Chasing them down!"
"Junior Brother Mu’s Berserker charges fearlessly! Junior Sister Li’s Explorer follows close behind!"
"What!? Junior Sister Zhou’s Bard is diving in too???"
"Without their inside man, the [Immortal Slayers] are collapsing, only knowing how to flee…"
From the commentator’s booth, Zhong Yi abandoned formalities, addressing them all as brothers, his emotions laid bare.
The audience didn’t mind—in fact, they shared the sentiment.
After all, this was a righteous faction’s tournament. Such underhanded tactics were bound to draw scorn.
"The [Immortal Slayers] are retreating fast… Lingxiao Sect can’t catch them."
"Forget it, don’t overcommit! Just push the towers!"
"Three lanes of minions are spawning—let’s see if there’s a chance…"
"Whoa! It’s Lu Ze again!"
"The phantom of Yasuo reappears… Good heavens, is Lu Ze actually Yasuo himself?"
"Let’s see what he’s planning…"
"Stacking his tornado, still stacking…"
"The [Immortal Slayers] see the whirlwind around him and back off behind the Inhibitor turrets—they’re genuinely terrified now, hahaha!"
"Lu Ze is so far away! Extremely far!! Yet he’s still going in!"
"Steel Tempest! Again! What’s he trying to do!?"
……
As enemy minions poured out of their base, Lu Ze began advancing.
First strike—lightning crackled.
Second slash—wind gathered.
The moment the howling gales coiled around him, all four teammates locked their gazes on him.
Because Yasuo’s phantom had merged with him once more!
Everyone knew—Lu Ze was about to style on them.
With a whoosh, his figure shot forward like an arrow, using minions as stepping stones, his movements seamless and mesmerizing.
But to the five members of [Immortal Slayers], it was nothing short of terror.
"What’s he doing…"
"No idea…"
"Hold this wave! My Teleport’s halfway off cooldown—I’ll backdoor their Nexus!"
"He’s coming!!"
"No way!? We’re so far, and under turret—"
Before the words left his mouth—
Lu Ze spun through the minion wave, his blade carving a whirlwind—
Then, a golden flash!
Every breath in the arena froze.
Because—
The wind-wreathed figure had Blinked right into their faces!
The sword’s edge split the air with a crisp shing.
To the [Immortal Slayers], it was the grim reaper’s toll.
A monstrous tornado, glowing crimson with critical damage, launched all five into the sky!
Yet the ghostly swordsman, mid-air, casually dashed through another minion.
Just like a minute ago—
Lu Ze vanished mid-dash!
And from his blade erupted—
Last Breath!
……
……
"What!?"
"Steel Tempest into Last Breath!?"
"Lu Ze has shattered everyone’s understanding—this is how Yasuo’s techniques were meant to be played!!"
"That Last Breath… the damage is even more insane than before!!!"
Zhong Yi’s voice trembled with awe.
This play defied mortal limits!
The stream chat exploded like a tidal wave:
[No wonder he syncs with Yasuo’s spirit—it’s literally Yasuo piloting him!]
[You can use Flash like that???]
[So damn cool! I wanna lock in Yasuo and int right now!]
[Just a dying Windshitter’s copium]
[I decree: Yasuo mains regain parental rights—TODAY ONLY.]
[How’s his tornado up again? What black magic is this??]
"Some skills have brief windows where Flash can reposition the cast… That part’s straightforward."
Zhong Yi, eyes shut, meticulously reconstructed Lu Ze’s actions in his mind.
His sharp intuition caught the nuance—
Before every knock-up, Lu Ze never rushed into Last Breath. He always dashed first…
"I’ve got it!"
Zhong Yi’s eyes snapped open, gleaming.
"Brother Lu exploits Steel Tempest’s property—it strikes the moment a dash ends! He casts Last Breath mid-dash to force a reposition!"
"During Last Breath’s animation, the dash forcibly concludes, and Steel Tempest instantly triggers!"
"Thus, during the supposedly locked Last Breath, he squeezes in an extra Steel Tempest…"
"That’s why his ult hits harder, and why he always lands with another tornado ready!"
The stream chat erupted anew:
[I understood none of that, but holy crap it sounds OP.]
"Truly worthy of Commentator Zhong—the undisputed king of trash talk in the Immortal Server!"
"Double Wind Yasuo? Damn, that was slick!"
"This is just insane!!! Flute-spamming right at the enemy fountain!!!"
"Someone like this deserves to be fountain-camped!"
"Serves them right!"
……
……
With a deceptively simple EQ-Flash into Double Wind combo, Lu Ze decisively ended the match.
For him, this was just routine.
But for players at this level, it was nothing short of a spectacle.
It reminded him of his past life.
Back in the early days of the game, even a simple Lee Sin Insec could leave audiences stunned.
Yet by the mid-to-late stages, even casual Silver players could pull it off without breaking a sweat.
Of course, for someone like Zhong Yi, who could decipher the mechanics after just two encounters…
That, in itself, spoke volumes about his talent.
As the first match concluded smoothly, the Lingxiao Sect team shifted from tense silence to boisterous celebration.
Bai Mu's arrival had clearly been a morale boost.
"Brother Bai, how about… you stick with Yasuo?"
During the pick phase, Zhong Yi gazed at Bai Mu with undisguised admiration.
After that last performance, Bai Mu had become nothing less than a god in the eyes of Yasuo mains everywhere.
But the moment the words left his mouth—
Thud. Yasuo landed squarely on the "Slay Immortals, Attain Dao" team’s ban list.
"……"
The entire team shot Zhong Yi a synchronized glare.
Clearing his throat, Zhong Yi flushed. "Ahem… I’ll shut up now. You pick, you pick…"
"What should I play…"
Lu Ze scanned the dizzying array of hero options, momentarily stumped.
Every champion was within his mastery—each at the absolute peak.
"Maybe…"
"Random?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
