My Parameters Surpass Yours

Within the illusion of the "Secret Realm of the Heavenly Dao."

Wave after wave of bloodshed and carnage unfolded relentlessly.

At the center of this storm stood Lu Ze.

With a faint smile, Lu Ze sat atop the peak, leisurely gazing down at the ever-growing circle of corpses below.

Originally, there were fewer than ten people in this chamber.

But soon, various factions began arriving one after another.

Whether it was to uphold their sect’s reputation, to defend the Illusion Alliance, or simply to prove they were superior to Lu Ze…

In any case, an endless stream of experts launched challenge after challenge against him.

Without exception, each one ended up as nothing more than a lifeless body.

“Life truly is as lonely as snow~”

Lu Ze chuckled softly, his voice tinged with amusement.

The live stream’s chat exploded with comments.

[“Damn, Lu the Old Demon is really putting on a show!”]

[“Why is Lu the Old Demon so twisted inside the illusion?”]

[“Can you blame him? Who else in this world understands the illusion better than Lu Ze?”]

[“Changing the illusion’s rules is a dirty trick… Once the real hidden big shots show up, even Lu Ze won’t be able to hold his ground.”]

[“Yeah, yeah, best to quit while you’re ahead, enough is enough.”]

…

“How exhilarating, how exhilarating…”

A low, satisfied murmur echoed in Lu Ze’s ear — the lingering spirit of the Heavenly Dao.

The reason Lu Ze could toy with these experts so effortlessly was largely thanks to this remnant of the Heavenly Dao lingering by his side.

That golden hand, which casually crushed people into pulp, was the handiwork of the Heavenly Dao’s spirit.

Amid light-hearted banter, yet another reckless challenger appeared, only to be swatted down by the Heavenly Dao’s golden palm.

Unfazed, Lu Ze narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance.

“Heh, finally showing up?”

Lu Ze sneered coldly.

“What petty scoundrel dares to make trouble on my turf!”

A sharp shout rang out, coming from the distant horizon.

The next moment, a colossal sword formed from swirling purple true qi descended toward Lu Ze.

“Boom—!!”

A thunderous explosion erupted.

The mountaintop where Lu Ze sat shattered into rubble, dust billowing everywhere.

“Hmph, I thought he’d be formidable… but just a Nascent Soul disciple, and yet so arrogant.”

Jiang Lingfeng stood with his hands clasped behind his back, mockingly surveying the ruins below.

As the dust settled, he frowned upon seeing the youth standing upright and unharmed in the center.

“An elder of the Infinite Sword Sect… is this all?”

Lu Ze brushed off the dirt from his clothes, waved away the golden palm that was about to strike again, and calmly said:

“I’ll handle this.”

Hearing this, the Heavenly Dao spirit suppressed its urge to crush Jiang Lingfeng with a single palm, instead glaring fiercely at the group behind Jiang Lingfeng.

Among them were disciples and stewards of the Illusion Sword Peak, as well as other experts from the Illusion Alliance.

Lu Ze’s public challenge here had clearly ruffled many feathers.

Although Jiang Lingfeng’s true strength was not at the very top tier;

Within the illusion—especially his own illusion—he was unquestionably strong.

Many of the experts behind Jiang Lingfeng had already died at Lu Ze’s hands before.

Now, with Jiang Lingfeng backing them, they all hoped to reclaim some face here.

“Hmph, just some half-baked illusion tricks, and you dare show off in front of me!?”

Jiang Lingfeng’s expression remained unchanged, his gaze cold and piercing as he stared at Lu Ze.

“Oh?”

Lu Ze raised an eyebrow, then suddenly swung his right hand with force.

A massive sword forged from swirling purple true Qi instantly took shape, crashing down violently toward Jiang Lingfeng and the group of people behind him!

The live stream’s chat exploded instantly.

【No way!? Is that Elder Jiang’s technique??】

【What the heck… he learned it just by watching?】

【Even if it’s in an illusion… this is just ridiculous!!】

【Uh, do you think it’s possible he only copied the form, and the damage isn’t actually that crazy?】

【Maybe this move is just for show—Elder Jiang didn’t even land a single hit, right?】

【No way!! What do you mean no damage?! Look at the top right corner!! Lu Ze just killed eight people with one slash!!】

……

The dust hadn’t even settled yet, and the cultivators watching the live stream naturally couldn’t see what was happening inside clearly.

But…

The “Heavenly Dao Secret Realm,” which perfectly mimicked Lu Ze, also displayed kill notifications.

At this moment, the upper right corner of the screen was flooded with eight consecutive kill alerts for Lu Ze!

The Heavenly Dao Remnant suddenly panicked: “Leave some for me!”

“…”

Lu Ze shrugged helplessly.

“I didn’t expect them to be this weak…”

The move he had just used was the very technique Jiang Lingfeng had unleashed upon meeting him.

In reality, Lu Ze might not have been able to grasp the essence of the technique so quickly.

But here, it was an illusion.

After the last “Immortal-Demon Clash” tournament, Lu Ze had acquired the spell “Formless Domain” from the Heavenly Dao Remnant—a top-tier spell specialized for illusions.

Everything inside the illusion appeared to him as a stream of data.

Whether it was replicating techniques or modifying the illusion, it was all effortless.

“You dare steal my technique!?”

Jiang Lingfeng spat blood, struggling to rise from the ruins in a sorry state.

He hurriedly activated a spell, conjuring a bottle of elixir which he gulped down to restore his health.

“Elder Jiang…”

A faint glint of cold light flickered in Lu Ze’s dark eyes.

“If you’re really worried about losing, you can kick me out of the illusion right now.”

Jiang Lingfeng’s face flushed with anger as he roared, “Bah! Don’t look down on me!”

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If Lu Ze hadn’t said anything, Jiang Lingfeng might have quietly kicked him offline without anyone noticing.

But now that Lu Ze openly brought it up, it would be awkward to do so.

Lu Ze was well aware of this, which was why he deliberately said it out loud in front of everyone.

Everyone knew that countless eyes from the cultivation world were watching Lu Ze’s live stream. If something like this happened, Jiang Lingfeng’s face would be completely ruined.

If Lu Ze stooped even lower and voluntarily left the illusion, Jiang Lingfeng wouldn’t be able to argue against it.

Of course, Lu Ze had no intention of doing that.

Inside the illusion, he had absolute confidence.

Even if something went wrong, he still had the Heavenly Dao Remnant as his trump card.

“Hmph, I admit… you do have some talent when it comes to illusions.”

Jiang Lingfeng put away his previous disdain and looked at Lu Ze seriously.

His palms quickly formed seals.

“If it’s a hundred years from now, perhaps you might even surpass me—who knows?”

A massive formation instantly materialized beneath Lu Ze, spanning hundreds of meters in all directions.

“But now…”

A confident smile of certain victory curled at the corner of Jiang Lingfeng’s mouth.

He had been stalling with Lu Ze all this time, just to buy enough time to set up the formation beneath his opponent’s feet.

Now that the grand formation was complete, he stood firmly in an invincible position!

“Not worthy yet!”

Countless blood-red phantom figures of gods and demons appeared within the grand formation.

In an instant, a crimson haze spread, brimming with murderous intent.

At the center of the formation stood a young man, his expression calm as he smiled lightly.

The next moment,

A grand formation, spanning a full kilometer in radius, rapidly condensed around him.

Its patterns and formations were identical to those Jiang Lingfeng had used!

Countless golden phantom figures of evil gods materialized from every corner of the formation, instantly shredding the blood-red phantoms to pieces!

“Elder Jiang.”

Lu Ze leisurely shook his head.

“This hundred years… seems to have passed a little too quickly?”

“No… this can’t be possible!?”

Jiang Lingfeng cried out in despair.

Standing at the heart of the formation, he was fully aware of the terrifying power of the golden runic evil god phantoms etched all over their bodies.

How could a mere Nascent Soul cultivator create such formidable monsters?

In such a short moment, how had the other seen through his grand formation technique?

“No choice.”

Lu Ze shrugged and smiled easily.

“My parameters are above yours.”

Seeing the evil god phantom raise its sword, Jiang Lingfeng swiftly mobilized the spiritual energy within to cast defensive spells for survival.

Yet the golden runes carved onto the sword seemed to possess a special corrosive power, effortlessly piercing through the protective spells he had set.

Jiang Lingfeng’s face filled with despair as he watched the cold gleaming blade inch closer and closer toward his head.

Just as death was about to descend,

Countless golden sword edges fell from the sky, cutting down every evil god phantom within the formation.

“Lu, young friend…”

“Mercy is a virtue, after all.”