Facing the Left Envoy's maniacal laughter, no one showed any sign of panic.
Jiang Ningshu replied dismissively, "Mm-hmm, I know."
"Oh, you saw through it? I thought I hid it well."
Indeed, he had—if not for Su Luo's diary, Jiang Ningshu truly wouldn't have noticed.
Seeing the Demon Lord's calm demeanor, the Left Envoy grew irritated. This wasn't the reaction he had envisioned.
No fear? You really don’t understand your situation.
"As you can see, this place is sealed off. No one will come, and no one will know if you die here."
"I can tell," Jiang Ningshu said.
Why was he so composed?
The Left Envoy couldn’t figure it out. This wasn’t how he imagined it would go. Even with the strongest mental fortitude, there should at least be some reaction.
Watching the Demon Lord in despair should have been a delight—not this.
Oh, still trying to intimidate me, huh?
The Left Envoy smirked. "Demon Lord, your arrogance suggests you still don’t realize I know you’ve lost your cultivation."
"I know that too."
The Left Envoy froze. No, this wasn’t right.
If you know everything, doesn’t that make me look foolish?
His expression darkened. Clearly, forcing the Demon Lord to beg through sheer power was the only way.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on Su Luo, and a ridiculous possibility crossed his mind.
"Demon Lord, you’re not pinning your hopes on Su Luo, are you? I summoned him here precisely because you’ve grown too close. Consider him company for your journey to the afterlife."
The Left Envoy sneered at Su Luo. Don’t blame me—blame yourself for siding with the Demon Lord.
Su Luo sighed. This time, he had no choice but to risk his life.
Lately, it’s been one high-stakes battle after another.
"You can’t kill him." Jiang Ningshu’s aura erupted, his oppressive might surging and enveloping the Left Envoy.
Instantly, the Left Envoy felt an overwhelming pressure, gasping for breath as he staggered back. Even after facing it countless times, the Demon Lord’s presence was terrifying—more so than before.
"Stop bluffing! This is all you’ve got. You’ve lost your cultivation!"
The Left Envoy roared, stepping forward to reclaim his ground as he unleashed his own aura to resist.
But in terms of sheer presence, he was still outmatched.
No matter. Combat isn’t just about aura.
Regaining his footing, the Left Envoy straightened up. "Why stay silent? Attack! This little trick won’t kill me or save you."
Jiang Ningshu withdrew his pressure. Fine, let strength speak for itself.
Seeing this, the Left Envoy smirked in triumph.
"Take a look around. This is the burial ground I prepared for you."
"Pity there’s no audience, but after your death, I’ll use your corpse to pave my path to becoming the Demon Lord."
"Demon Lord… die here."
The Left Envoy was already fantasizing about the aftermath.
He’d display Jiang Ningshu’s corpse before the Heavenly Demon Sect, proclaiming himself the one who slew the Demon Lord.
Only then would others submit, solidifying his new reign.
Su Luo stepped forward, one foot after another. "Lately, it’s been one thing after another."
With that, he positioned himself in front of the Demon Lord.
The Left Envoy wasn’t surprised. "You, fighting me? That’s almost laughable. But I suppose you’ve got no choice."
"Yeah. Care to enlighten me?"
"Enlighten you? Ridiculous. But since you’re the Demon Lord’s lackey, I’ll offer you a deal—kill him, and I’ll spare your life."
Of course, it was a lie. Slaying the Demon Lord was his privilege—a necessary ritual.
Otherwise, how would he answer when questioned?
Not everyone could be fooled by lies.
Besides, without personally killing the Demon Lord, how could he claim the throne?
Su Luo didn’t respond. In a flash, he appeared before the Left Envoy, his sword already slashing.
The Left Envoy was bisected—but it was merely a clone. The real one had already retreated, standing behind the decoy.
Staring at his severed clone, the Left Envoy was forced to reassess Su Luo.
He hadn’t dodged out of choice—he couldn’t. The clone was his only escape.
"I didn’t expect such skill from you. I underestimated you."
Now serious, the Left Envoy began pacing—left, then right, repeating the motion as clones multiplied around him, his true form blending into the crowd.
A cautious, methodical approach.
Su Luo remained unfazed. If anything, he felt confident he could kill the Left Envoy.
The Left Envoy excelled at clones, but splitting his power was a weakness.
Su Luo knew his techniques well. No matter how many clones he spawned, Su Luo could pinpoint the real one instantly.
That nullified his advantage.
Of course, the Left Envoy’s strength wasn’t for show. His clones weren’t harmless.
Su Luo only had an edge—the fight would still be grueling.
He steeled himself for battle.
Seeing this, the Left Envoy grew even more wary.
"Su Luo, was it? You’ve hidden your talents well. No wonder the Demon Lord favors you. But do you really think you can kill me?"
He remained confident. Su Luo had surprised him, but that alone wasn’t enough to shake his belief in victory.
"Let’s find out."
As Su Luo and the Left Envoy prepared to clash, Jiang Ningshu flicked his wrist—the Heavenly Demon Sword materialized in his grip.
"Add me to the mix, and you’re dead."
He stepped forward, pointing his blade at the Left Envoy.
Only to be mocked by Su Luo: "Don’t interfere. You’re not ready yet. Leave him to me."
At the Nascent Soul Completion stage, Jiang Ningshu would only be a liability. Protecting him would divide Su Luo’s focus, turning a winnable fight into a loss.
Hearing this, Jiang Ningshu didn’t react with anger. Instead, the corners of his lips curled into a cryptic smile.
At the same time, an inky demonic energy—thick as rolling smoke—spread rapidly, engulfing the surroundings.
The energy was frigid and sinister, as if dredged from the depths of the underworld, carrying boundless pressure and the stench of death.
Jiang Ningshu’s cultivation surged—Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core… and still climbing.
With each breakthrough, he regained a trace of the demeanor befitting a Demon Lord—the effortless, overwhelming dominance of one who could overturn heaven and earth with a wave of his hand.
The Left Envoy’s face twisted in disbelief. Had the Demon Lord regained his cultivation?
Or… had he never lost it to begin with?
Either possibility spelled disaster.
Now, he felt fear.
A Demon Lord with power and one without were incomparable.
His entire plan hinged on Jiang Ningshu being powerless.
Was it too late to beg for mercy?
By now, Jiang Ningshu’s cultivation had reached Nascent Soul Completion.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
