Su Luo took the initiative this time, swinging his sword down with tremendous force, the sheer pressure of the blade rushing straight toward Lin Xuan.
He couldn’t afford to hold back.
Lin Xuan’s eyes narrowed as he stomped his right foot into the ground, his own sword flashing upward in a swift arc to meet Su Luo’s strike head-on.
Yet, Su Luo proved superior. Sensing the disadvantage, Lin Xuan hastily retreated, minimizing the damage.
Su Luo pressed his advantage, while Lin Xuan defended cautiously.
But in Su Luo’s eyes, his defenses were full of openings.
For the first time, Lin Xuan felt utterly powerless—as if nothing he did mattered, like sinking deeper into a swamp the more he struggled.
But how could he just surrender?
He plunged his sword into the ground, his entire body enveloped in spiritual energy, his fists blazing like roaring flames.
Charging at Su Luo, he unleashed a relentless barrage of punches.
Yet Su Luo effortlessly parried every strike with a single-handed grip on his sword. Even though Lin Xuan’s fists were far more refined than his swordsmanship, it made no difference.
Su Luo always stayed one step ahead.
"Gale Pride Dragon Fist!"
A sudden whirlwind erupted behind Lin Xuan, propelling him forward at blinding speed. Clenching his fists together, a phantom dragon’s roar erupted from them, crashing toward Su Luo.
Su Luo merely took a deep breath—then let out a deafening shout. The shockwave obliterated the dragon’s spectral form mid-flight.
But Lin Xuan’s assault wasn’t over. Before he realized it, he had closed the distance, launching an uppercut.
Got him!
Yet his fist met no resistance.
"How disappointing."
Su Luo’s blade sliced into Lin Xuan once more before he leaped back, putting distance between them. "It’s about time we ended this."
Gathering his spiritual energy, Su Luo winced as his wounds flared up, coughing twice. But when he raised his head again, his entire aura had transformed.
Lin Xuan’s right hand trembled violently. His left hand clamped down on it, forcing himself to steady.
Stay calm. Focus.
"Eyes of Insight."
He concentrated all his attention into his vision. When Su Luo attacked, he would react.
True enough, Su Luo’s movements became clearer, allowing Lin Xuan to enter a state of hyper-awareness. If he could see it, he could counter.
And Su Luo was injured—even if his attacks were fiercer now, Lin Xuan could barely hold on.
I can do this. Just hold out. At least land one hit before I go down.
But then—Su Luo’s sword vanished from his sight. The next moment, the blade was already piercing through his chest.
Lin Xuan couldn’t comprehend it. Why couldn’t I see it?
"Feel the fear. This is the reality of your weakness."
Su Luo yanked the sword free and kicked Lin Xuan away, then slowly dragged his blade toward him.
He wanted Lin Xuan to savor the terror.
With each deliberate step, Su Luo intensified his killing intent to its peak.
Lin Xuan couldn’t even breathe.
I’m going to die. Die. Die. DIE—
The thought consumed him entirely.
Su Luo’s acting was flawless—Lin Xuan truly believed he would kill him.
And then, Su Luo struck.
"Goodbye."
The threat of death hurled Lin Xuan into a flashback—a moment of invincibility, where time stood still.
When the memories faded, an explosive power erupted from his body.
"I can still... fight!"
At the brink of death, Lin Xuan had broken through.
BOOM!
A shockwave blasted outward, but Su Luo had already retreated, unharmed.
Lin Xuan slowly rose, savoring the overwhelming strength of his newfound breakthrough.
This time, victory wasn’t impossible.
His eyes hardened with confidence as he strategized, calculating how to defeat Su Luo.
But Su Luo wasn’t interested. His goal achieved, he rolled back, feigning fury and frustration.
"Damn you, Lin Xuan! Next time, I’ll kill you for sure!"
With that, Su Luo fled—swift, decisive, leaving no room for Lin Xuan to even speak.
Now, all that remained was Lin Xuan, arm outstretched, staring at empty air where Su Luo had vanished.
A cold wind blew past.
Lin Xuan’s mind short-circuited.
Wait—I just got beaten half to death, finally powered up, and now you’re leaving?
That stab was for nothing? That beating was just free damage?
He stood there, utterly lost in the wind.
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Emperor Heaven Sect.
"The Heavenly Demon Sect… how bold."
Di Haoran surveyed the damage to his sect. Had he arrived any later, the losses would’ve been far worse.
The Left Envoy hadn’t expected Di Haoran’s sudden return, but he maintained his composure. "Sect Leader Di, long time no see. We brought you a gift."
"Then stay. Permanently."
Di Haoran struck without hesitation.
The Left Envoy met him head-on—but within mere exchanges, Di Haoran’s blade cleaved him in two.
Yet Di Haoran showed no satisfaction. "A clone…"
Indeed, this was merely the Left Envoy’s doppelgänger.
With the mission concluded, the Left Envoy issued the retreat order. The Heavenly Demon Sect’s forces scattered, each escaping on their own.
Di Haoran intercepted the North End Demon Lord, communicating via encrypted speech. "Why wasn’t there any intel this time?"
"The Left Envoy only announced the mission last minute. He’s grown suspicious of me—it’s been hard to operate lately."
"What else do you know?"
"Nothing concrete. The Left Envoy plans on the fly. But… the Heavenly Demon Sect will soon attack…"
The North End Demon Lord rattled off a few random locations—fabricated. If he later sent men to raid those places, they’d become "verified" intelligence.
Di Haoran had asked, after all. Might as well prove his worth.
But Di Haoran was unimpressed. The intel was clearly useless.
You call yourself one of the Four Great Heavenly Demons? Even ordinary spies bring better information.
Still, he couldn’t scold him. The man had sacrificed much for this infiltration.
Discreetly, Di Haoran passed him a storage ring before they exchanged a few more blows for appearances. The North End Demon Lord then fled smoothly.
The Heavenly Demon Sect had come fast and left faster.
Yet Di Haoran wasn’t letting them off so easily. He pursued, intent on crippling them.
The recapture of the Northern Sky Gate was imminent—he couldn’t afford their interference now.
But the Heavenly Demon Sect wasn’t to be underestimated.
Despite his strength, the Left Envoy and Right Envoy intercepted him at a critical moment, buying time for the others to escape before vanishing themselves.
In the end, Di Haoran had only managed to wound the Heavenly Demon Sect—not crush it.
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
