"Guild Leader, that guy's almost dead! Come finish him off!"
"Damn it, I'm coming!!!"
Guo Tianyin, seething with rage, retreated to the fountain.
Though Lu Ze had a massive lead in kills, he hadn't recalled to base, meaning his gold hadn't been converted into items.
So, the gap wasn't insurmountable.
Guo Tianyin focused solely on farming for a solid ten minutes.
Every minion wave, every jungle camp—all of it was his.
Finally, he had closed the item gap.
Now, the only difference between Guo Tianyin and Lu Ze's builds was a single Quicksilver Sash.
Sure, that item could cleanse Zed's ultimate, but right now, Lu Ze's health was barely above 800!
Even without the ultimate's damage, a single stray ability would be enough to finish him off!
In Guo Tianyin's eyes, Bai Mu was nothing more than a shiny 1000 gold bounty.
And according to Bai Mu's own words, if he died even once, he'd immediately go AFK.
This was a heaven-sent opportunity!
Guo Tianyin rushed toward the high ground in a frenzy.
When he arrived, Lu Ze didn't panic. Instead, he casually summoned Zed's shadow and started playing rock-paper-scissors with it.
Every now and then, he'd sway mockingly, letting out a sinister chuckle: "Heh heh heh..."
The sight infuriated Guo Tianyin beyond words.
Not just him—even the soul of True Lord Yuelun, whom he was controlling, was livid.
The cursed formation had a daily time limit for usage.
Yet somehow, they'd been forced into a full five-game series!
As the formation weakened, the enraged soul outright took over the host body.
The shift in appearance and in-game name didn't escape the notice of the tens of thousands of cultivators watching.
In the live stream's chat, realization dawned on everyone—this was no ordinary match.
[No way… So it really was True Lord Yuelun earlier?!]
[Wait, does that mean the Syndra, Yasuo, and Aatrox players before… were all…?]
[I get it now! Those missing rogue cultivators—they must’ve been captured and had their souls extracted!!]
[Holy shit, demonic cultivators!]
[So… Bai Mu’s been 1v9ing against a bunch of one-trick pros this whole time?]
[The so-called 'pros' look like toddlers next to him.]
[This fight’s gonna be close! Bai Mu’s practically one-shot!]
…
Zhong Yi wasn’t alarmed by the chat’s revelations.
He’d already received a secret missive from Zhao Wendao about the situation.
Knowing the matter couldn’t be leaked, Zhong Yi deliberately ignored the discussion.
"Demonic cultivators or not…"
"Right now, what we’re witnessing is a clash between peak experts!"
"The duel of two Zeds… Their items are nearly even, but Bai Mu’s on the brink of death!"
"Bro Bai, maybe you should back off and lifesteal from minions first—"
"TRUE LORD YUELUN MAKES HIS MOVE!!!"
…
True Lord Yuelun was furious.
The cursed formation had only extracted combat instincts from the illusionary realm, so he was limited to Zed’s mechanical prowess.
But who was he?
Ranked fourth on the Celestial Ladder, a one-trick Zed who struck fear into the hearts of countless masters!
The strongest Shadow Reaper in the entire canyon!
To be mocked like this—how could he tolerate it?
"Trying to run?!"
Seeing Bai Mu retreat, Yuelun didn’t hesitate. He instantly cast Living Shadow, blinking forward to close the gap.
"SUCK THIS!!"
With a roar, he activated Blade of the Ruined King’s active, draining a chunk of Bai Mu’s already pitiful health bar and slowing him.
"DIE!!!"
As Yuelun bellowed, a spectral shadow of Zed materialized behind him—a sign that he’d entered an ultra-focused state.
"Oh?"
Noticing the shadow above Yuelun’s head, Lu Ze raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
An identical shadow rose behind him as well.
"Finally, a real opponent… Not like those other trash."
Just as Yuelun’s blade was about to strike, Lu Ze countered with his own Blade of the Ruined King active, equalizing their movement speed.
"Slow me all you want—JUST DIE ALREADY!!"
With the distance closed, Yuelun swung—
But the moment his blade should’ve connected, Lu Ze vanished.
A storm of lethal shadows surged from all directions.
[Death Mark]!
Yuelun’s auto-attack whiffed, and he took a Razor Shrike to the face, but he wasn’t worried.
The health difference between them wasn’t something a single auto or ability could bridge!
Calmly, he waited for Lu Ze’s true form to reappear from the shadows—then instantly retaliated with his own ultimate.
Little did he know…
By then, the shadow above Lu Ze’s head had already sunk into his body, merging with him.
"The one who strikes first… is at a disadvantage!"
"Without a follow-up, you’ve already lost!!"
Yuelun’s heart raced with triumph.
"No…"
Lu Ze shook his head lightly and took a single step forward.
"You’re the one who lost."
The instant Yuelun landed from his ultimate, Lu Ze swapped places with his Death Mark shadow.
Yuelun’s Razor Shrike sliced through empty air.
"NO! DIE!!"
Eyes bloodshot, Yuelun slapped Ignite onto Lu Ze.
Lu Ze’s health? Barely 500.
Ignite alone would burn over 300 of that!
But then—
A flash of light sparkled above Lu Ze’s head.
Both the Death Mark detonation and Ignite’s burn… vanished.
"You think Cleanse saves you?!"
Yuelun sneered and kept chasing.
Lu Ze’s health was low enough that two autos or a single Shadow Slash would end him.
There was no way he’d miss point-blank, right?
Lu Ze sidestepped left and hurled a Shadow Slash at Yuelun.
"Here it comes!"
Hyper-focused, Yuelun timed it perfectly—swapping places with his ultimate shadow to dodge the projectile.
True, he’d avoided the one from Lu Ze’s main body.
But the shadow he’d left behind? Its Shadow Slash landed clean.
His health dropped again.
"Just one hit… Just one more hit…"
By now, Yuelun was bordering on madness.
Eyes wild, he charged at Lu Ze.
Both raised their blades simultaneously—but Lu Ze’s strike seemed just a fraction faster.
In battles between masters, victory often hinged on split-second decisions.
Like right now.
Lu Ze’s blade came down, the crimson damage numbers already flashing.
Yuelun’s swing was milliseconds from connecting when—
A golden light flickered.
Lu Ze disappeared.
That final strike…
Hung in the air…
And never landed.
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?!
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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】
