"Tehehe..."
"Hahaha..."
"One, two, three, four~"
"Teemo Captain, standing by!"
Lu Ze pushed the lane and then entered the jungle, acting as Zhou Yue's bodyguard.
Standing right in the face of the enemy jungler, Teemo's phantom kept appearing, performing all sorts of taunting gestures.
The enemy was furious!
But they didn’t dare to engage...
Because they had already tried comboing him with knock-ups, only for Lu Ze to sidestep them effortlessly.
Not only did they take free damage and miss out on jungle camps, but they also burned their Flash!
The scene left the live-stream audience stunned.
[The last game was so intense—why did the vibe suddenly shift like this...]
[This is so toxic!!]
[Eating the enemy jungler's camps right in front of them—isn’t this just...]
[Absolutely ruthless, but damn, it’s so satisfying to watch!!]
Even though Bai Mu was playing Teemo, Zhong Yi maintained his professionalism as a commentator, barely holding back his laughter.
"What!? Bai Mu recalls and rushes a Mejai’s Soulstealer first item!! Adding insult to injury!!"
"Wow, the jungle of the [Immortal-Slaying Path] team is completely littered with Bai Mu’s mushrooms! The placements are so calculated!!"
"This game, the Lingxiao Sect players are going all out!! Top lane is killing, bot lane is killing, the jungler is killing!!!"
"Mu Yawen’s Sett initiates the fight, Li Moran follows up with damage, and Zhou Yue starts cleaning up!!"
"Complete collapse!! The [Immortal-Slaying Path] team is in shambles!!!"
"The bot lane duo flees in panic..."
"Wait a second!! There’s a stealthed Teemo waiting in the bush ahead of them!!!"
...
Lu Ze lounged leisurely in the grass.
Victory was already assured, so he might as well enjoy himself.
Watching the low-health bot duo stumbling toward him, he sighed.
Why insist on feeding themselves to him?
With that thought, he stood up and suddenly dashed out.
Then, summoning Teemo’s phantom, he burst into laughter on the spot:
"Tehehe..."
"Hahaha..."
He was using the classic [Little Devil] skin from Doom Bots.
The sudden scare made the duo scream.
"Holy sht!!! Agh, a ghost!!!"
"Damn it!!!"
Terrified, the two turned abruptly—only to step right onto the mushrooms Lu Ze had planted earlier...
The live chat erupted in laughter.
[HAHAHA! This Bai Mu player is so evil!!!]
[I swear, Teemo’s phantom is merging with Bai Mu’s aura...]
[I’m starting to think Bai Mu actually voices Teemo!]
[Probably the first bot lane in Immortal Demon Canyon history to die from sheer fright...]
[So toxic! So satisfying!!]
...
"Hah! This feels amazing, absolutely amazing!!"
Zhou Yue, having dominated the game, roared triumphantly in the fountain.
After two straight games of suffering, they had finally turned the tables!
With Lu Ze playing bodyguard, he had completely taken over the enemy jungle.
The poor enemy jungler didn’t even have half his CS...
By now, after several teamfights, Teemo’s Mejai’s had stacked to a terrifying 25 layers!
Thanks to Lu Ze’s god-tier farming, he had 220 CS at 20 minutes—the best-equipped player on the map.
A single mushroom hit meant the enemy had no choice but to recall.
Just as the team discussed how to further torment their opponents,
the screen froze.
The [Immortal-Slaying Path] team surrendered—their Nexus exploded.
"Oh?"
Lu Ze frowned.
His plan was to stall for time.
But the enemy had chosen to forfeit instead.
This wasn’t good news.
Meanwhile, inside the [Immortal-Slaying Path] team’s camp, the five demonic cultivators were at each other’s throats.
Top blamed jungle for no ganks, ADC blamed support for being useless, jungle complained about having no camps...
A ragtag group relying on captured rogue cultivators’ souls for power, they finally cracked under Lu Ze’s relentless pressure.
"Is this really where we end?"
The jungler glared resentfully at Guo Tianyin, barely concealing his hatred.
Anyone could see the gap was in mid lane.
How could they contest jungle when the enemy had a bodyguard?
But since mid was their sect’s elder—a ruthless man—he had no choice but to endure.
"Blame this Liu guy! If he hadn’t quit the illusion realm, we wouldn’t have been exploited like this!"
Guo Tianyin shot a venomous look at Liu Mo, his killing intent undisguised.
"Damn it! If they hadn’t banned our best soul-bound champions every game, we might’ve actually won!!"
The ADC cursed bitterly.
The others nodded in agreement.
Overconfident at first, they had used their strongest rogue cultivator souls—
only for Zhong Yi to study and ban them every match.
Like top lane’s Aatrox, mid’s Zed...
All top-tier picks in the celestial rankings!
With those, even against Bai Mu, they stood a chance.
"But they never let them through..."
"Honestly, these righteous cultivators are shackled by honor—maybe we can provoke them..."
...
Back in the live stream, Zhong Yi also felt regret.
"The [Immortal-Slaying Path] team couldn’t endure the humiliation and surrendered... What a shame! We never got to see a 1,000 AP Teemo in action!!"
Just then, a global message appeared above Immortal Demon Canyon:
[Guo Tianyin: Cowards! Banning our soul-bound champions every game—what’s the point? You dare to face us in a real fight!?]
"Such a transparent trick. Did they really think the Lingxiao Sect would fall for—"
Before Zhong Yi could finish, another message flashed across the sky:
[Bai Mu: Fine. Let’s do... a blind pick.]
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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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.”
