"Su Luo, you’ve arrived just in time. Don’t hold back now," Cui Baiquan said as he continued to fight Lin Xuan.
"Easy for you to say. Do you think breaking the formation earlier didn’t take a toll on me?"
Su Luo also drew his sword and joined the attack on Lin Xuan. With more people around, he had to put on a bit of a show.
"So, were you planning to take us all out earlier?" Cui Baiquan shifted the topic, referring to the earlier formation.
They could have broken it sooner but didn’t. Was it really as Wan Xibo said, that they wanted to kill everyone?
"Not at all. Breaking the formation requires the right timing."
After all, Cui Baiquan didn’t understand formations, so it was a dead end.
"Can I trust you?" Cui Baiquan was genuinely conflicted. Without Su Luo, how could they stand against the likes of Qing Bukuang? But Su Luo’s actions made him seem untrustworthy.
Lin Xuan interrupted their conversation, "You two are really taking it easy, huh?"
He began to unleash his power, feeling the pressure now that Su Luo had joined the fight.
With a single punch, he launched the "Eight Extremities Collapse" at Cui Baiquan.
As Lin Xuan’s cultivation progressed, the power of the Eight Extremities Collapse had grown even more formidable.
"Perfect, I’ll get serious about killing you now!"
Cui Baiquan’s eyes began to glow as he countered with a punch of his own.
This punch surprised Lin Xuan because it was also an Eight Extremities Collapse.
And it seemed just as powerful as his own.
Cui Baiquan’s greatest strength was his ability to mimic.
In the past, his techniques had seemed ordinary, all copied from others.
But to become one of the Seven Disciples through mimicry, Cui Baiquan couldn’t be too shabby.
His fighting style was divided into two methods. The first was to deeply understand his opponent’s moves by mimicking them, finding their weaknesses, and then exploiting them.
The second was to use his vast repertoire of copied techniques to counter and suppress his opponent.
Eight Extremities Collapse vs. Eight Extremities Collapse!
They were evenly matched.
Taking advantage of Lin Xuan’s surprise, Cui Baiquan transformed his hands into claws and aimed straight for Lin Xuan’s chest.
Lin Xuan kicked out with both feet, deflecting Cui Baiquan’s hands.
Then he unleashed the "Three Thousand Flaming Strikes"!
Cui Baiquan’s eyes gleamed even brighter. "I’ve found your weakness."
With a flash of his sword, he extinguished all the flames around Lin Xuan.
At that moment, a voice came from behind Lin Xuan.
Shan Gui had arrived. His hands were covered in spiral patterns, and the patterns emitted sounds that matched the noises coming from his mouth.
The louder the sound, the greater the power. Shan Gui’s sneak attack landed solidly on Lin Xuan’s back, sending him flying.
Su Luo followed up with a "Netherworld Inferno Fireball."
"Lin Xuan!"
"Damn it, three against one? You all deserve to die!"
The disciples of the Seven Stars Sword Sect were furious seeing Lin Xuan treated like this.
Meanwhile, the Heavenly Demon Sect was ecstatic, as their Seven Disciples had suppressed Lin Xuan.
But at this moment, Cui Baiquan, Shan Gui, and Su Luo didn’t press their advantage. Instead, they watched as Lin Xuan got back up, thinking they had him cornered.
Truly embodying the essence of villains.
Lin Xuan took a deep breath and stood up again, taunting, "Not bad. Let’s go again."
Shan Gui was the first to charge.
Shan Gui didn’t need any fancy techniques. All he had to do was increase the volume of his voice to grow stronger.
The louder the sound, the greater the negative impact on his enemies and the greater the boost to himself.
Su Luo’s assessment was that it was a shame the sounds were so grating and chaotic, lacking any melody. If Shan Gui could produce a proper theme song, it would be unstoppable.
Lin Xuan’s will was unshakable, completely unaffected by the noise.
With his raw strength, even Shan Gui at maximum volume couldn’t gain an advantage.
One wasn’t enough? Then add more.
Cui Baiquan and Su Luo joined the fray.
Lin Xuan focused his attention on Cui Baiquan.
Cui Baiquan sneered, "It’s useless. I’ve already figured out your weakness."
Confidently dodging and attacking, Cui Baiquan thought he had the upper hand.
But Lin Xuan countered with a backhand strike, severely injuring Cui Baiquan.
"You found my weakness? So what?" Lin Xuan immediately patched up his weakness and improved upon it. "Thanks for letting me know my shortcomings."
Cui Baiquan was both physically and mentally devastated.
He couldn’t believe Lin Xuan had fixed his weakness so quickly.
But no matter how he attacked now, it had no effect on Lin Xuan.
Only when fighting alongside Shan Gui did they have a chance to injure Lin Xuan.
In a one-on-one fight, Cui Baiquan would have already lost.
"Impossible! How can someone like this exist?" Cui Baiquan was in disbelief.
As for Su Luo, using his full power?
Forget it. One move could end Lin Xuan right now.
But Su Luo only increased his attacks slightly, making it look like he was giving it his all.
The more they fought, the more ferocious Lin Xuan became.
Cui Baiquan finally realized how terrifying Lin Xuan was. "Hey, Su Luo, stop holding back! I can’t keep this up!"
"Who’s holding back? I’m at my limit too."
"What about your magical treasures? Aren’t you going to use any?"
In Cui Baiquan’s eyes, Su Luo’s most impressive assets were his treasures. As for his actual strength, Cui Baiquan believed he could crush him.
"Fine, I’ll use one."
Su Luo took out a dice and rolled it.
Lin Xuan backed away, sensing something was off.
The dice landed on a 10.
Even Su Luo felt Lin Xuan’s luck was terrible. He decided to hold back a bit.
"Netherworld Inferno Fireball."
It was the same move as before, and Lin Xuan was confident he could handle it.
But this time, the fireball suddenly expanded into a massive inferno, its temperature and power skyrocketing.
Caught off guard, Lin Xuan was engulfed by the flames.
A massive explosion followed!
This scene stunned Cui Baiquan.
He knew Su Luo’s treasures were extraordinary, but this was beyond expectations.
He quickly said, "Nice! Use another one!"
"Do you think I can just use them whenever I want? That’s it for now."
Of course, he had more, but if he used another, Lin Xuan would be finished on the spot.
Lin Xuan emerged from the flames, but this time he was truly injured.
Seeing Lin Xuan like this, Cui Baiquan felt reassured. "Let’s finish this in one go."
Su Luo chuckled inwardly. This was far from over. The more injured Lin Xuan was, the more fiercely he fought.
Indeed, Lin Xuan, fueled by sheer willpower, continued to battle the three of them. His attacks and defenses became tighter, leaving fewer openings.
With Su Luo slacking off, Cui Baiquan and Shan Gui could only manage to trade blows with the heavily wounded Lin Xuan.
Finally, Su Luo couldn’t keep up the act. He let himself get injured and called over Yun, who had been idling all along, to take him away.
Seeing Su Luo flee in defeat, Cui Baiquan immediately sensed danger. Without Su Luo, Lin Xuan became even more formidable, unleashing another burst of power.
Cui Baiquan quickly grabbed Shan Gui and fled. This Lin Xuan was too terrifying.
But this escape completely destroyed their reputation.
Three against one, and they still couldn’t win. And they were part of the Seven Disciples?
They were destined to become a laughingstock for some time.
Of course, they weren’t the only ones. Six of the Heavenly Demon Sect’s Seven Disciples had already become jokes.
With this battle, Lin Xuan’s name spread far and wide across the cultivation world.
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.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
