I Am Above You

After saying that, Lu Ze raised his hand, and a phantom pillar of light appeared in his palm.

This was the quantified graphical representation of the backend data for Operation Xianyuan.

Although the cultivators had never seen bar charts before, they could understand them at a glance.

For seven consecutive days, the peak daily online user count had never dropped below 500,000!

On the fifth day, it even reached a terrifying 660,000!

Eighty percent of the cultivators in the cultivation world who had ever interacted with illusion realms logged into Operation Xianyuan on that day!

As for the online duration, the average was close to seven shichen.

Which was nearly two hours more than Venerable of Eight Directions.

"I don't believe it! You must have fabricated this!" Rakshasa roared.

"Venerable of Eight Directions has 390,000 cultivators, how could Operation Xianyuan have 660,000? Are there a million cultivators in the illusion realms?"

"It is very simple. It is not like the people who entered Venerable of Eight Directions cannot enter Operation Xianyuan."

Lu Ze looked at Rakshasa as if he were looking at an idiot.

"Then how do you explain the duration? Does a day have thirteen shichen now?"

Rakshasa persisted relentlessly.

Lu Ze helplessly pointed at the sky: "Oh, you genius... it is obvious that the cultivators are exploiting the freebies in Venerable of Eight Directions, and happily grinding for loot in Operation Xianyuan!"

"Impossible! Two illusion realms cannot be entered at the same time..."

"I changed it."

"??? When did you change it ???"

"When your Venerable of Eight Directions changed the time limit to six shichen."

"Bah! Despicable!!"

"Hehe, the feeling is mutual."

Lu Ze did not care about such an evaluation at all.

In business competition, there was no such thing as being despicable or not.

If he did not have the Lingxiao Sect backing him, and the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao as a shield, given the Illusion Alliance's methods, they might have simply kidnapped him directly.

"Your data must be made up... On what grounds could 660,000 cultivators enter the illusion realm on the sixth day!?"

Rakshasa desperately looked for unreasonable points.

"Ah, that... I launched a Treasure Map event."

"A single event can attract so many people?"

"Of course... the event gave away large health potions. After all, I cannot compare to the Illusion Alliance in terms of financial resources, giving out spirit stones right off the bat."

Lu Ze said, deliberately downplaying the main point.

He was also running a fierce assault festival event at the same time, where the premium currency and gun skins were actually much more important.

"Absurd!!"

Blood Crow was furious.

"If giving away large potions was useful, how could Venerable of Eight Directions lose? Our drop rates are..."

"That is exactly why I say you are very stupid."

Lu Ze blinked, his eyes as innocent as a college student who had not graduated yet.

"Obviously, your map design and the event of giving away spirit stones had already pushed Operation Xianyuan to a dead end..."

"But suddenly increasing the drop rate of rare items... Do you guys really understand the meaning of the word rare?"

Lu Ze pointed above his head.

At this moment, the sky was filled with bullet comments, all complaining about the bizarre drop rates of Venerable of Eight Directions.

When items deprecate to the very end, they simply become things nobody cares about.

"If you had not made this terrible move, perhaps I really would have lost, and Elder Blood Crow would not have gone bankrupt... What a pity."

Lu Ze shook his head in feigned regret.

Of course, in reality, even if Venerable of Eight Directions had not changed their drop rates, Lu Ze would not have lost.

Because they still had not grasped the most essential element of an extraction looter game.

But looking at the current atmosphere...

Lu Ze's lips curled up slightly.

His goal had been achieved.

Blood Crow was enveloped in a blood-red murderous aura, advancing step by step:

"Elder Rakshasa... you have ruined me completely!!!"

He spoke word by word through gritted teeth.

Hundreds of years of savings went up in smoke; how could Blood Crow not feel hatred?

Just now, when he looked up, he saw a bullet comment:

[It is fine if you are bankrupt, come do knife runs at the dam]

This made him even angrier.

It was a pity that this was an illusion realm. No matter how fierce the fight got, it would at most consume some divine sense, and the other party could run away at any time.

"Stay in the Luofeng Continent, this old man will be there immediately."

After saying that, he turned into a cloud of blood mist and disappeared, while the resentment filling the air lingered for a long time.

The bullet comments immediately rejoiced.

[Does this mean there will be a real-life battle?]

[I am so curious about their true identities...]

[No rush. Whichever mighty figure falls recently, that should be the Illusion Alliance elder.]

[This move of borrowing a knife to kill... as expected of Old Demon Lu!]

[Wait... you are saying a person like this triggered the Heavenly Dao Holy Manifestation not long ago???]

...

Blood Crow logged off.

Rakshasa stood frozen in place, his face looking extremely ugly.

Among the four elders, his cultivation base was the weakest, and he was no match for Blood Crow.

Now that Blood Crow was furious, he would inevitably suffer severe injuries.

And the instigator of all this...

He raised his head, looking at Lu Ze with a face full of venomous resentment: "I refuse to accept this! What right and ability does an illusion realm created by a junior like you have to be ranked above this old man's!?"

After saying that, the divine sense aura within his body completely erupted, and a terrifying momentum enveloped the heavens and the earth.

The bullet comments in the live stream room could not sense it, but the expressions of the other surrounding cultivators changed drastically.

"What!? A Void Refinement Realm cultivator!?"

"Hiss... with such strength, he is actually still no match for Lu Ze?"

"Is there a problem with the judging rules of this illusion realm? An illusion realm of a Void Refinement Realm cultivator could not possibly lose to a Nascent Soul, right!"

"The pressure is too intense, I'm pulling out first..."

"My head hurts so much, it feels like it's going to split open!!"

...

The realm masters with slightly lower cultivation bases, unable to withstand Rakshasa exerting his full cultivation base, withdrew from the Heavenly Dao Illusion one after another.

The viewers in the live stream couldn't stand it anymore.

[Bah! Since he can't win in the illusion, what kind of skill is it to use his cultivation base to suppress others?]

[Old Demon Lu is only at the Nascent Soul stage, right? Don't force yourself, run away first!]

[Leave first! What if your divine sense foundation is injured and your path of illusions is damaged...]

[Yeah! Run, Old Demon Lu!!]

...

Under everyone's horrified gaze.

Lu Ze stood calmly in place; this overwhelming pressure seemed as light as a feather.

"You're wrong."

Lu Ze shook his head, looking completely at ease with his every movement.

For him, resisting a Void Refinement stage cultivator with his physical body in reality would be slightly strenuous.

But this was an illusion.

Super physique + top-tier medicinal pills + skills given by the system + ancient cultivation methods from the Heavenly Dao remnant spirit +...

Of course, none of the above mattered.

What mattered was his own sweat and hard work.

Therefore, in an illusion, Lu Ze feared no one.

"My illusion..."

Lu Ze raised two fingers and gently chopped forward.

The substantive blue-green divine sense pressure was instantly split open by an invisible sword qi.

"Is simply above yours."

With a "crack."

Rakshasa's green ghost mask shattered in response.