Thunder God Peak, Qingyun Pavilion.
“Old Zhong, why are you so furious? What happened?”
Zhou Yue looked curiously at Zhong Yi, who had just exited the illusion realm, his face flushed with anger.
“Those lackeys of the Illusion Alliance, committing such despicable acts, and yet they still have the nerve to say those things!”
Zhong Yi ground his teeth in fury and used his magic to project images from the forum into the air.
Zhou Yue was the type who kept his head down and focused on playing games, so he knew very little about what was happening on the forum.
But after seeing the images Zhong Yi projected, he finally understood the situation.
After Jiang Lingfeng’s misdeeds were exposed, there wasn’t any severe punishment.
After all, killing a few players in the illusion realm through illegal means didn’t cause any real damage, so the sect wouldn’t get furious at an elder over it.
As for the impact on reputation, a symbolic punishment was dealt to Du Cheng, who was an administrator.
Actually, Du Cheng was just stripped of his administrator status and sentenced to hard cultivation.
The illusion-loving cultivators were definitely unhappy about this and flooded the forum with complaints.
Then a group of people started mocking and sneering, claiming that Lu Ze was powerless against them.
Their classic remarks were—
“Others can do whatever they want in your illusion realm, but can Lu Ze dare? Can Lu Ze even do anything?”
“The path of cultivation is all about strength! Don’t fool yourself in the illusion realm!”
“Lu Ze’s silence is the right choice; don’t embarrass yourself.”
Zhong Yi had just been arguing with these people.
“What do you mean ‘silence is the right choice’? Our Junior Brother Lu is just magnanimous and doesn’t want to stoop to their level!”
Zhong Yi was so irritated he was practically itching to argue more, explaining passionately.
Just as he finished speaking, a notification popped up at the bottom of the forum.
“The user you follow, ‘Realm Master Lu Ze,’ is live now! Click to enter the stream →”
“Lu Ze is streaming? Is he going to preview some new illusion content?”
Zhong Yi was stunned for a moment, then clicked in with excitement.
But when he saw the stream’s title, he was dumbfounded—
“Challenge Match.”
……
……
Lu Ze’s streaming room.
“Why are there so few people?”
Lu Ze looked at the nearly empty world and casually commented.
“Competitors are just too strong, spending so much money creating a tourism simulation illusion realm. Not bad, not bad.”
This was already the room with the highest number of viewers he could find on the list.
There were eight players in total.
Including himself, nine.
The illusion realm was quite large, but its details paled in comparison to his “Eternal Tribulation.” Most of it was just barren hills and grasslands.
At this moment, more people were entering the stream.
“What the heck, going to the Illusion Alliance’s realm to challenge them?”
“Supporting this righteous challenge!”
“Though I admit the streamer is strong, a Nascent Soul realm cultivator challenging a Refining Void realm? Probably won’t stand a chance…”
“Lu Ze, hold on, we’re coming to back you up!”
……
Lu Ze glanced at the chat and shook his head with a chuckle.
“Senior Brother Zhong, Senior Brother Zhou, no need to come. I take full responsibility for what I’m about to do.”
He was well aware that the opponents he was about to face were at least Refining Void realm cultivators.
This was no longer a battle Zhou Yue and Zhong Yi could interfere with.
“Of course, there’s no need for you to worry…”
Lu Ze smiled as he stretched out his hand.
The space before him twisted in a strange distortion.
In the next moment, a cultivator who was idly AFK at the far edge of the realm was suddenly pulled right in front of him.
“Manipulating illusions like this? Lu Ze… is quite skilled at it too.”
Lu Ze narrowed his eyes and said calmly.
Just then, a sudden chill swept over from behind him.
Turning around, Lu Ze met the exasperated gaze of Li Moran.
“…”
Neither of them said a word.
Strictly speaking, Li Moran was speechless.
She had just tracked this room and witnessed an utterly unbelievable scene.
This was something absolutely impossible for a Nascent Soul realm cultivator.
In other words, this seemingly harmless young man in front of her was definitely cheating…
Without another word, Li Moran turned around and logged off.
Watching her vanish, Lu Ze was momentarily unsure whether she had come to help him or to find another place to spar with him…
But clearly, regardless of the reason, she saw no need to continue and left.
“?”
After a moment, the cultivator who had been forcibly relocated finally reacted.
“How dare you! Who dares—”
“Smack!”
Before the words even finished, a golden palm behind Lu Ze smashed down, turning the man into a bloody pulp.
The live chat exploded instantly.
【Holy crap! This is even more brutal than those two evil cultivators!!!】
【Obviously… ‘Naraka: Bladepoint’ has rules, but this broken illusion has none at all…】
【That guy looks like an elder steward from Qingshan Sect, late-stage Divine Transformation, near Perfection!】
【What? He just got palm-smashed by Lu the Mad???】
【Wait… what cultivation level does Lu the Mad have now??】
【Are you dumb? He just altered the illusion’s rules with a glance…】
【It looks like a fight of cultivation, but it’s actually a contest of who cheats better as a Realm Master.】
【Still… he probably can’t beat Elder Jiang, right?】
…
Watching the dense barrage of comments in the sky, Lu Ze smirked.
“Cheating? These are all the hard work and sweat of the streamer, thank you very much!”
With that, he waved his hand again.
Two more cultivators appeared before him.
And in an instant, they too turned into two piles of bloody mush.
…
…
At Wuji Sword Sect, Illusion Sword Peak.
Jiang Lingfeng, his face covered in ointment and still nursing fresh wounds, jumped up from his bed.
“What!?”
“That brat actually… dared to cause trouble in my illusion!?”
Jiang Lingfeng’s mouth twitched uncontrollably with anger.
Who else but Lu Ze could cancel their disguises and transformations inside the illusion?
Who else could restrict their grand array techniques?
Who else could prevent them from exiting the illusion?
It was all thanks to Lu Ze that Jiang Lingfeng was now disgraced and had just been beaten badly by Li Jiujian’s poison attacks!
“Alright, alright…”
Jiang Lingfeng’s eyes darkened.
“My domain isn’t so easily kicked around!”
“Today, I’ll show you…”
“What it means to humiliate yourself!”
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