"Send me on my way? Me?"
Jiang Lingfeng pointed at his own nose, then burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Hahaha..."
"You're sending me on my way? With that broken Tang sword of yours?"
Facing his enemy's mockery, Zhou Yue casually tossed aside the purple Tang sword in his hand—its durability already depleted—letting it clatter to the ground.
Then, from a nearby soul tomb, he rummaged out a plain white Tang sword and gave it a few experimental swings.
This move left the crowd of cultivators behind him utterly stunned.
What difference could a white Tang sword possibly make compared to a chipped purple one?
Besides, the biggest problem right now was that Zhou Yue couldn’t even break through his opponent's defenses!
All he got were endless deflected strikes!
Zhou Yue raised his head, gazing at the thunder-churned sky, then clasped his fists with a smirk. "Zhou thanks the elder for this gift!"
As the onlookers stood bewildered, Zhou Yue dropped into a horse stance, ready to fight again.
At this moment, the Fireborn’s ultimate state hadn’t yet faded. The flames covering Zhou Yue’s body burned fiercer, as if alive.
Suddenly—
His robes transformed into black-red armor, and two phantom-like dark dragon horns sprouted from his forehead.
His hair, swaying with the rhythm of the flames, turned a blazing crimson.
He looked like a dragon god cloaked in fire.
......
......
Meanwhile.
Beneath the Celestial River Valley.
Du Cheng controlled a colossal rune-carved hand, crushing Li Moran tightly within its grasp.
He had tried to simply squeeze her to death, but the illusion’s rules strictly limited the Great Buddha’s attack methods.
He had only two choices:
Slam her into the ground or hurl her away.
Between the two, Du Cheng chose the latter—the one that would leave his opponent utterly hopeless.
"Little girl... go repent in the Dark Domain, hahaha!!"
With a maniacal laugh, Du Cheng flung her with all his might toward the edge of the Netherbone Continent.
There lay the endless Dark Domain.
Even if Li Moran didn’t die from the fall, without healing items, she’d never escape.
And even if she did, all she’d see were the countless soul tombs littering the Celestial City.
What could be more despairing than that?
Li Moran coldly observed the Demonic Cultivator’s every move.
Like an arrow loosed from a bow, she was hurled through the air.
As the Celestial River Valley and her comrades shrank in her vision, she still struggled to act.
But—
She was locked in the thrown state, powerless to free herself.
All she could do was watch helplessly as everything faded away.
Survival probability...
Zero.
‘If it were him... what would he do?’
Just as she resigned herself and closed her eyes—
A crisp, unmistakable sound of a grappling hook rang out from the depths of the valley.
The hook struck true, and Li Moran’s body jerked to a sudden halt, instantly breaking free from her trajectory.
She flipped midair and landed gracefully on a tree branch.
Below her stood a familiar figure, the ID [White Veil] displayed above his head, smiling up at her.
"Still need more practice."
The young man shook his head with a light chuckle.
As "White Veil" appeared, cheers erupted across the Celestial River Valley.
"Wh-White Veil?!"
"Another top-tier player! That demonic immortal is done for today!"
"Only White Veil could land a hook on a target moving that fast..."
"We’re definitely winning this!!!"
......
Li Moran glanced at the distant Demonic Cultivator, then down at "White Veil."
Lu Ze understood her unspoken question: "Together?"
"You can handle it alone."
He shook his head.
Slaying a god was most meaningful when done by the players themselves.
That last sequence—
Zhong Yi leading the charge against Du Cheng, players sacrificing themselves to block grabs and clear a path, Li Moran freezing the Great Buddha with precision—
It was already a flawless victory.
But the opponent’s hacks were too much: infinite ranged punches, immunity to freeze...
As the illusion’s designer, he had to offer just a little help.
"Don’t worry. You’ve got this."
Lu Ze smiled.
At the same time, the arrogant Du Cheng remained oblivious—the runes covering his body had already dimmed, their power fading.
Without hesitation, Li Moran acted.
Grappling hooks shot from her sleeves, propelling her toward the Great Buddha at blinding speed.
"Hah! Coming to die again?!"
Du Cheng raised his arms in triumph.
"You, that White Veil guy—you’re all just ants!!"
As Li Moran closed in, Du Cheng sprouted six additional arms, attacking at full force.
"Even if you try a hundred, a thousand times, you’ll never—"
His words froze mid-sentence.
Li Moran’s blade flashed.
Her body became a streak of cold light, piercing through the air.
Another flawless slash—
The Demonic Cultivator turned into an ice statue.
But this time, no matter how desperately Du Cheng activated his formation, he couldn’t break free!
"Three seconds..."
"More than enough to kill you ten thousand times over."
A frosty breath escaped Li Moran’s lips, her gaze icy.
Her robes shimmered under the glacial mist, transforming into an elegant light-blue dress adorned with delicate aquatic orchid ornaments.
Li Moran blinked in surprise, then smiled faintly.
This was the new skin Lu Ze had mentioned not long ago—[Fragrant Snow, Water Orchid].
Sword in hand, she dashed up the Great Buddha’s frozen arm.
The blade scraped against the ice, sending shards flying.
Amid the swirling frost, the sword itself morphed, taking the form of [Frostmourne].
Sprinting upward, Li Moran slashed relentlessly, carving wounds across the Buddha’s massive body.
"No... NO!"
Du Cheng watched in horror as the merciless goddess whittled away his health, his voice thick with despair.
Li Moran leaped—
Frostmourne struck true, piercing the weak point on the Great Buddha’s forehead...
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......
Jiang Lingfeng frowned as he listened to the distress calls in the squad channel.
"Your friends seem to need help."
Zhou Yue grinned.
"Dealing with you won’t take more than—"
Before Jiang Lingfeng could finish, Zhou Yue—engulfed in flames—charged at him with terrifying speed.
"Hmph! Overestimating yourself!"
Jiang Lingfeng swung his blade.
With his godlike attack speed, Zhou Yue’s strike was deflected once again.
"Ha! You can’t possibly—"
Again, he was cut off.
Another wave of scorching heat surged toward him.
Instinctively, Jiang Lingfeng slashed.
Because two consecutive normal attacks would trigger the deflection mechanic.
Thanks to the formation, his speed surpassed everyone else’s, allowing him to counter any basic strike.
And charged attacks? The formation’s second effect—"100% Perfect Parry"—would nullify them.
In a duel of blades, he was invincible.
No one could stagger him!
But this time—
The heatwave didn’t carry a weapon.
It was Zhou Yue himself, lunging in with a devastating punch!
BAM!
Jiang Lingfeng’s sword was knocked aside.
For the first time, he staggered.
And in that split-second opening—
Zhou Yue seized it.
"Finally..."
"Got you!"
Zhou Yue enunciated each word deliberately, his eyes blazing with fury.
He crouched, then swung upward—Dragon Rise!
Jiang Lingfeng’s body, momentarily locked in stiffness, was sent airborne.
He tried to move, but couldn’t.
The underlying mechanics of the illusion couldn’t be altered!
He had thought that once he landed, he could start over.
Given another chance, he would surely dodge that bizarre straight punch.
But—
While still suspended mid-air, Jiang Lingfeng suddenly realized that Zhou Yue, who should have been rising alongside him, had vanished in a flash of flames!
His gaze dropped downward, only to see Zhou Yue already standing at his landing point.
That familiar crouch!
That familiar upward swing!
That familiar Dragon Rise!
Jiang Lingfeng was launched again, trapped in another cycle of aerial helplessness!
No movement—utterly paralyzed!
This technique of chaining Dragon Rises was a concept Zhong Yi had proposed shortly after the release of Naraka: Bladepoint.
By exploiting Ji Canghai’s terrifying physical prowess during his ultimate ability, one could cancel the recovery frames of the Dragon Rise, executing an infinite aerial combo.
Zhou Yue had long mastered it.
He just hadn’t considered using a straight punch to secure an absolute opening—until that moment in the illusion, when a supreme expert gave him a hint.
Only then did he perfect this infinite Dragon Rise.
Once, twice, thrice!
Jiang Lingfeng’s body showed no sign of stopping in mid-air!
On the fourth Dragon Rise—
The Tang blade in Zhou Yue’s hand suddenly ignited, transforming into a gleaming golden ladle.
"A ladle… like flipping a wok?"
Zhou Yue chuckled inwardly.
Honestly, it was a fitting image.
"Then I’ll call this move Wok Toss!"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.
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】
