Beyond the Shattered Bone Abyss, a terrifying aura slowly began to rise.
Nangong Xiyun gathered her power into her sword, which emitted a cyan-blue glow.
With a single slash, an overwhelmingly powerful sword energy surged downward.
The sheer scale of the attack made it impossible for others to remain unaware.
The Right Envoy had emerged unnoticed and, facing the incoming sword energy, showed no panic.
"Disperse!"
As his command echoed, Nangong Xiyun’s sword energy truly began to unravel, its power dissipating.
Yet, the dispersion wasn’t fast enough—the slash still descended, though greatly weakened.
BOOM!
The ground split open in a massive fissure, and those unfortunate enough to fail dodging were obliterated without a trace.
The Right Envoy’s face darkened. He had underestimated Nangong Xiyun. "Have you come here to die?" he sneered.
"Yes—to deliver death to you," she replied, raising her sword once more.
"Hold! Nine Revolutions Heavenly Thunder!" the Right Envoy commanded.
Nangong Xiyun stiffened as an invisible force bound her, though she broke free almost instantly.
But a moment was all he needed—a thunderbolt three meters thick crashed down, striking her squarely.
Yet she strode out of the lightning unharmed, casually extinguishing it with a flick of her blade.
The two had only exchanged probing strikes.
The Right Envoy’s signature technique was "Words of Power," a form of verbal sorcery. Yet its limitations were clear—formidable, but not invincible.
Then, a cacophony of voices engulfed the Shattered Bone Abyss:
"Damnable Heavenly Demon Sect—today, you’ll pay!"
"There’s no escape now! Justice will be served!"
"Kill! Kill! KILL!"
Allied sects swarmed into view, launching assaults large and small.
Among them, Lin Xuan charged ahead.
"Blazing Doppelgängers!"
Flames spilled from his body, coalescing into fiery clones that surged in all directions.
The newly acquired Pearl of Extremes amplified his flames, making them burn fiercer.
These clones weren’t for combat—they were bombs.
Their explosions tore through the enemy ranks, clearing Lin Xuan’s path.
His bonded beast, the Riftgod Tiger, now fully grown, fought at his side.
Suddenly, Di Haoran descended, unleashing his full oppressive aura. Regardless of the battle’s outcome, dominance had to be asserted first.
Though the assault had just begun, Di Haoran was pleased. His goal was annihilation—these Heavenly Demon Sect scum deserved no less.
"Members of the Heavenly Demon Sect—none of you will leave this place alive tonight!"
His voice reverberated through every corner of the abyss.
"How... unexpected. This ambush has indeed inconvenienced us," the Left Envoy drawled, emerging with a matching surge of pressure to counter Di Haoran’s.
"An eye for an eye. Had I not returned in time, your filth would’ve defiled my Emperor Heaven Sect beyond recognition," Di Haoran spat, fury simmering.
"Ah, what a pity that day. Care to share why you turned back?"
"Die."
Di Haoran had no intention of answering—or wasting words. He struck immediately.
Eighteen Demon-Slaying Strikes: Raging Dragon’s Wrath!
"Tch." The Left Envoy smirked, using his body to deflect the attack toward the allied forces.
Di Haoran swiftly reeled in his power, preventing collateral damage—control perfected.
Seeing his ploy fail, the Left Envoy lashed out with his remaining strength.
Di Haoran cleaved him in half.
A clone!
The true Left Envoy attacked from behind.
Di Haoran countered with a backhanded slash, forcing him back. "Pathetic tricks."
"Pathetic? Let’s test that."
Dozens of Left Envoys materialized—these clones were different. Indistinguishable from the original, they left Di Haoran struggling to discern reality.
Meanwhile, the battlefield erupted into total chaos as the allied sects and the Heavenly Demon Sect clashed in full force.
Amid the turmoil, Su Luo arrived. Without hesitation, he moved toward Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan, hypervigilant against the sect’s underhanded tactics, reacted instinctively when Su Luo appeared before him, his face twisted with exaggerated malice.
"Your life ends here, Lin Xuan!"
Lin Xuan’s fist lashed out—
And Su Luo went flying.
...Wait. Was that Su Luo?
Lin Xuan turned to where his "enemy" had landed.
Su Luo lay motionless.
Why so fast this time?
Lin Xuan frowned. There had to be a message in this.
Think. What’s he conveying?
Then—inspiration.
If he’s "defeated" so easily... does that mean the path ahead is clear? That I can advance without worry?
...Got it. Message received, Su Luo.
With renewed resolve, Lin Xuan pressed forward.
Since Su Luo had acknowledged him, Lin Xuan’s combat prowess surged, and he fearlessly charged forward, breaking through the encirclement of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Meanwhile, Su Luo lay flat on the ground, playing dead, waiting for the right moment to sneak back and observe the Demon Lord’s actions. If the Demon Lord didn’t act, she’d just have to do whatever was necessary.
Having a minor role was great—minimal effort, maximum results.
However, after a while, Li Siyi suddenly appeared near Su Luo and collapsed right on top of her.
“Oof—”
“Don’t you dare say ‘you’re heavy’!”
Li Siyi cut Su Luo off before she could speak. What could Su Luo do but swallow her words? It was only natural to complain after being unexpectedly squashed while peacefully lying down.
The two of them now resembled corpses, motionless.
Li Siyi stayed pressed against Su Luo, her face slightly flushed—though Su Luo, facedown, couldn’t see it.
Even if Su Luo couldn’t see, the faint sound of Li Siyi’s breathing near her ear made the situation feel... odd.
The battlefield around them was chaotic, and no one would notice such a thing—after all, losing focus even for a second could cost them their lives.
Su Luo whispered, “You’re not here to slack off, are you?”
Slacking off was normal for her, but not for Li Siyi.
“I’m not slacking. Right now, I’m battling you, my enemy.”
“Spare me. I’ve already lost all combat ability.”
“Just kidding. I’ll leave soon—let me rest here a bit.”
Since opportunities like this were rare, Su Luo didn’t resist. It was the perfect moment for physical contact.
Li Siyi nestled against Su Luo’s back, finding it as comforting as ever.
But soon, Li Siyi got up. She hadn’t forgotten her actual duties—lingering like this in the middle of battle was already unfair to her teammates.
“Alright, I’m heading back to fight.”
“Mm, good luck.”
As an acquaintance, Su Luo naturally offered encouragement.
“I’ve absorbed a lot of strength from you. I feel much stronger now.”
“Don’t say weird things like that. You’re not a succubus.”
“What’s a succubus?”
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
