"Find them for me!! You must find them!!!"
Zhou Yue, who had just been revived, trembled with rage as he looked at the white armor and white blade now strapped to his body.
Luring him into a trap was one thing, and ambushing him was something he could tolerate.
But stripping him of all his gear and then calling him a broke loser…
That was just inhuman!!
"Got it! Leave it to me!"
Mu Yawen, who had been scouring the area around the Xihe Courtyard, shouted back confidently.
"Senior Brother Zhou, you’re so skilled—how did they manage to kill you? Did they corner you?"
Zhong Yi, who had come to revive Zhou Yue, asked curiously.
"They… laid out a trail of purple and gold items, lured me into this tiny room, and then…"
Before Zhou Yue could finish, laughter suddenly erupted in the team voice chat—Mu Yawen’s voice.
"Heh, Senior Brother, there’s a golden armor in this room! Haha… Holy crap!!!"
……
……
By the time Zhong Yi and Zhou Yue rushed over, they saw Mu Yawen, forced to unleash his ultimate skill, already transformed into a dark, menacing deity, locked in fierce combat with three opponents.
Mu Yawen’s fighting style was brutally straightforward—he focused all his attacks on Temuer in the middle, completely ignoring the other two.
"Damn, Junior Brother Mu’s ultimate is this insane?"
Zhong Yi was stunned—this was his first time witnessing the transformation of Yue Mountain.
"Haha! This feels amazing!"
Mu Yawen executed a leaping slash, sending Temuer flying.
"I feel like a god of war!"
"Junior Brother Mu, save some for me… Let me finish the rest!"
Zhou Yue’s eyes burned with vengeance at the sight of his enemies.
Without hesitation, he ignited his ultimate.
"Raging Inferno!!!"
With a furious roar, crimson flames engulfed Zhou Yue’s body, transforming him into a blazing deity.
Under the stimulation of the fire aura, his mobility multiplied several times over.
Like a flaming arrow loosed from a bow, he shot toward the two enemies still attacking Mu Yawen.
"Hell yeah!!!"
A fiery slash tore through the air as Zhou Yue howled in exhilaration.
Admittedly, this was the first time the trio had ever managed to fully charge their ultimate gauges.
Zhong Yi watched the two with envy.
Mu Yawen and Zhou Yue had been fighting nonstop since the start, so their rage had built up quickly.
Zhong Yi, however…
Had spent the opening moments napping in a river valley, relying solely on passive rage generation—his gauge still wasn’t full.
He glanced at his ultimate skill: [Vajra Subdues Evil].
The description claimed he could transform into a colossal vajra guardian, which sounded incredibly tempting.
Zhong Yi desperately wanted to unleash his ultimate and fight alongside his brothers!
The fastest way to build rage was to attack enemies.
"Old Zhou, Old Zhou—hold back a little, let me handle this!!"
Unable to resist any longer, Zhong Yi raised his spear and thrust forward.
The next second, he was sent flying by a charged attack from the enemy.
The player controlling Cui Sanniang blinked in confusion. "Huh… Did I just hit something? And who was that babbling behind me?"
……
The battle was a one-sided slaughter.
The three opposing players weren’t particularly strong.
Or rather, at this stage, aside from prodigies like Zhou Yue and Li Moran, most fights were just noobs clashing.
Mu Yawen had single-handedly held off all three, forced them to burn their ultimates, and even taken down Temuer.
The moment Zhou Yue entered the fray as the fire god, the outcome was already decided.
"Hmph, so what if I’m using a white blade against your purple one?"
Zhou Yue launched Cui Sanniang into the air with an uppercut, then swiftly sidestepped, charging a sword beam.
The flaming slash pierced through Cui Sanniang’s body, ending her life.
Zhong Yi, who had been observing from the sidelines, muttered thoughtfully, "Weird… Old Zhou’s dashing speed after activating his ultimate seems way faster than any of ours…"
"Haha, fighting—this is the best!!"
The dark aura around Mu Yawen gradually dissipated as he reverted to his normal form, swinging his broadsword with lingering excitement.
"Damn it, take your white trash back!"
Zhou Yue angrily rummaged through the three enemy soul cairns, searching for his stolen gear.
The battle had been fruitful.
Zhou Yue reclaimed his purple Tang blade and purple armor, plus an extra purple weapon and a golden chestplate.
More importantly, they now had plenty of healing items.
"Heal up! Once we’re topped off, let’s head to the Immortal Shrine to hunt more prey!"
Zhong Yi reminded them.
He pricked his ears—the Immortal Shrine to the east had fallen eerily quiet.
The moment he spoke, an arrow whistled through the air and struck Zhou Yue square in the forehead.
The two bars of armor Zhou Yue had just restored were instantly wiped out.
"Damn it! Another rat hiding in the shadows!"
Zhou Yue yanked the arrow from his head and followed the sound, looking up at the rooftops.
A fully stacked trio stood atop the building, glaring down at them.
"Fall back, heal first!"
Zhong Yi decisively grabbed Zhou Yue and Mu Yawen by the shoulders.
Mu Yawen was reckless, and Zhou Yue was overconfident in his skills—both clearly wanted to fight despite the odds.
Having witnessed the power of ultimates, Zhong Yi’s mind was crystal clear.
A team without ultimates challenging one with them was suicide!
Especially when their health and armor were already in the red!
"Trying to run?"
The Temuer player among the rooftop trio immediately noticed Zhong Yi’s plan.
He leapt down, his body swirling with a sandstorm-like aura.
"Sandstorm’s Wrath!"
A massive tornado erupted, trapping the three inside.
Zhong Yi’s team knew firsthand how terrifying this skill was.
Last round, they’d been wiped out by the combo of Temuer and Ning Hongye.
The worst part? Enemies could move freely within the tornado, but anyone caught inside would be forced to cover their eyes, moving at a snail’s pace—completely helpless!
At the same time, another figure appeared.
The enemy Master Tianhai activated his ultimate, transforming into a towering black vajra, as large as a hill!
The vajra’s face was fierce, with two additional arms sprouting from its back, its body covered in intricate runes. Every step it took shook the earth.
The sheer pressure was overwhelming!
"Oh no…"
Even someone as confident as Zhou Yue felt his heart sink.
"Dammit, let’s just fight them!!"
Mu Yawen, furious, drew his broadsword, ready to go all out.
"Old Zhou, Junior Brother Mu."
Zhong Yi sighed and stepped forward, shielding them.
"Don’t worry. I’m here."
Zhou Yue: "That’s exactly why I’m worried…"
Zhong Yi: "…"
"I can transform into a vajra too. Stay behind me and heal up… Leave the rest to me!"
As the enemy vajra closed in, Zhong Yi activated his ultimate without hesitation.
"Vajra Subdues Evil!"
With a thunderous roar, Zhong Yi transformed into an equally massive black vajra.
"Tch, extra arms? I know all about that."
Zhong Yi smirked, shaking his head with confidence.
"Old Zhou, Junior Brother Mu… Listen carefully."
"When Master Tianhai transforms, a weak point appears somewhere on his body—a golden mark!"
"Find it and attack… We might still have a chance!"
Zhong Yi had studied Master Tianhai’s skills and knew the details.
With his guidance, Zhou Yue quickly spotted the golden rune on the enemy vajra.
"Found it! Right at the neck... Junior Brother Mu, shoot it with the bird gun!"
"Got it!"
Mu Yawen and Zhou Yue huddled beside Zhong Yi's massive foot, feeling an inexplicable sense of security.
"Hard to believe... Old Zhong can actually make me feel at ease even in the midst of a combat illusion."
Zhou Yue swallowed some armor powder while marveling at the thought.
"What kind of nonsense is that?!"
Zhong Yi shot him a glare.
"By the way, help me check where my weak spot is... So I can adjust my stance during the fight."
"Alright..."
Zhou Yue responded, then raised his head.
The moment he lifted his neck, his eyes widened in shock.
Between the legs of Zhong Yi's colossal Buddha form, a talisman seal blazed with dazzling golden light.

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."

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"

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.”