Situ Ye was frantically consuming pills, and Su Luo couldn't help but laugh. What was the difference between this and cramming at the last minute?
"Stop eating. In front of me, the effects of those pills won't even have time to kick in before you're dead. Though, eating your fill before dying isn't a bad deal."
With just a glance from Su Luo, Situ Ye's body exploded.
Situ Ye—dead.
Now, only Qing Bukuang remained. While Su Luo had been killing the others, Qing Bukuang had already completed his transformation, reaching his strongest form.
Yet, even in this state, he felt no sense of victory.
"What kind of monster are you?"
"How rude. If you're looking for monsters, go find the beast army. I'm just an ordinary person."
Qing Bukuang unleashed the fastest sword strike of his life.
The new technique he had been researching was still focused on delivering the fastest and strongest strike.
From a young age, he believed that speed was strength, and speed was invincibility.
So, he had always strived to be faster than everyone else, faster than anyone.
"Qing Bukuang, swinging your sword so fast—are you trying to say that speed equals power?"
Su Luo had already caught sight of Qing Bukuang. Admittedly, his speed was impressive, but that was all it was—just impressive.
"Too bad you're not sneaky enough."
While dodging, Su Luo swung his sword toward Qing Bukuang's waist, aiming to cut him in half.
As the blade drew closer, Qing Bukuang, for some reason, began to recall his past.
"Qing Bukuang, you've won."
"Master, I've surpassed you. So, please die."
"Haha, Qing Bukuang, you're the most talented disciple I've ever seen. But one day, someone faster and stronger than you will appear. What will you do then?"
"I'll do as I did today—surpass myself, break through my limits, and slay my opponent."
"Good, good. Remember your words today. The legacy of the 'One Sword Without Blood' is in good hands. I can die without regrets."
Qing Bukuang entered an unprecedented state of clarity. It felt incredible, as if everything had slowed down.
Body, obey my command.
Dodge, dodge quickly!
Qing Bukuang dodged.
He had done it. A smile spread across his face.
But the sword was already in front of his eyes.
An illusion? But I really did dodge.
"You're not wrong. It's just that I swung my second sword faster than you."
Su Luo wasn't concerned that Qing Bukuang had dodged his first strike. He hadn't been serious anyway. A second strike would do the trick.
Qing Bukuang—dead.
Lin Xuan, who had been watching from the side, was utterly stunned. What had just happened?
It wasn't that he couldn't see anything—he could still make out Qing Bukuang's movements. But Su Luo?
That was why Lin Xuan found it hard to believe.
This was too much. How was this even possible?
Su Luo didn't care what Lin Xuan thought. It was over.
He considered whether to let Lin Xuan land a few hits before making a hasty escape.
But in the end, he decided to just leave. After all, the formation was still active, and those outside wouldn't know what had happened inside.
However, at that moment, someone shattered the formation and charged in.
Yang Bao, the Lightning Whip.
Zhou Yixi, the Fist of Annihilation.
Li Futuo, Monster Number Eight.
...
All were titled Heavenly Demons.
Su Luo took one look at them and understood the situation.
So, this was what they had prepared for me.
He had underestimated Qing Bukuang and the others. They had actually called in so many titled Heavenly Demons.
Well, might as well take care of them while I'm at it.
In truth, Su Luo was wrong. They had been summoned, but Qing Bukuang hadn't explained their mission. He had only told them not to question his orders when the time came.
But before any orders could be given, Qing Bukuang was dead.
"The Demon Prince!"
As soon as the titled Heavenly Demons entered, they saw Qing Bukuang's corpse. Though it was in pieces, they could still recognize him as the Demon Prince.
Looking around, only Su Luo, the Demon Prince, was still standing. They weren't fools—the seven princes had been trapped in the formation, and it was clear things had gone badly.
Now, they were drenched in cold sweat. How would they explain this when they returned?
Six princes dead in one go.
"Demon Prince Su, get out of here. We'll protect you."
At the very least, they couldn't let Demon Prince Su die here.
Su Luo nodded and left, but not before shifting the blame onto Lin Xuan.
"It was him! He killed the other Demon Princes!"
Lin Xuan didn't refute the accusation but quickly backed away. He knew who he could and couldn't afford to fight.
A group of titled Heavenly Demons was far beyond his current capabilities.
Su Luo left without a second thought. He wasn't worried about Lin Xuan dying here because he knew someone would come to his rescue.
"The Heavenly Demon Sect is quite impressive. Let me see what you've got."
The Sect Master of the Seven Stars Sword Sect emerged, holding an ancient, cracked sword that wouldn't break easily.
"Long time no see, titled Heavenly Demons."
As he spoke, the pressure of the Void-Shattering level spread throughout the area.
Faced with the Sect Master of the Seven Stars Sword Sect, the titled Heavenly Demons lost all their earlier bravado and immediately fled.
"Why is the Sect Master of the Seven Stars Sword Sect here?"
"Why would he leave his sect so easily?"
"Who betrayed us?"
Escaping wasn't going to be that simple. The Sect Master had already caught up to them.
"We'll fight you to the death!" Yang Bao swung his massive lightning whip at the Sect Master.
The others also unleashed their most powerful techniques.
"I may be old, but you all really overestimate me."
As he spoke, he casually deflected their attacks.
"I should learn from the younger generation."
Though the Sect Master didn't know what had happened inside the formation, he knew it had been set up and destroyed in a very short time.
With all seven princes dead, the Sect Master knew Lin Xuan wasn't capable of such a feat. That left Su Luo.
Just as Su Luo had instantly killed the seven princes, the Sect Master would now do the same to the titled Heavenly Demons.
"Ha!"
The Sect Master executed the Seven Stars Sword Technique, a flawless display of skill with no wasted movements.
Yet, the titled Heavenly Demons managed to block it together.
"You're not giving me any face," the Sect Master said.
"Don't think we'll die so easily at your hands. We're renowned titled Heavenly Demons!"
"We earned our titles through sheer strength."
But the pressure from the Sect Master was real. No matter how much they boasted, they were starting to falter.
The Sect Master was also growing impatient. In just a dozen moves, he had only managed to kill one titled Heavenly Demon.
"I guess I can't deny my age. Looks like I can't kill you all instantly."
The Sect Master stopped aiming for instant kills and began fighting normally.
Steady, experienced, and flawless.
The titled Heavenly Demons felt even more pressure than before.
They couldn't escape, and they couldn't win. A sense of helplessness began to consume them, leaving them unsure of what to do.
In the end, they fought desperately, showcasing the might and courage befitting their titles.
But it was useless. The Sect Master was simply too powerful, cutting them down one by one.
Finally, the Sect Master said, "I'm an old man. You could have at least gone easy on me."
But no one would ever mistake him for an ordinary old man.
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."
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?”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
