Su Luo smiled, signaling for the opponent to attack.
The city guard didn’t hesitate—he swung his sword.
"Thirteen Deadly Strikes, Throat Slash!"
Su Luo dodged effortlessly.
Then, a [Void Hand] appeared.
Yet, the city guard blocked it with ease.
"Oh, interesting," the guard remarked.
That pitch-black hand had appeared without a sound, and he hadn’t sensed any spell fluctuations from Su Luo.
Fortunately, his reflexes were sharp enough to counter it.
"Again! Thirteen Deadly Strikes, Wrist Break!"
The same scene repeated—another Void Hand emerged, and the city guard still couldn’t decipher its mechanics.
Mysterious. Unpredictable.
Is this the legacy of the Demon God?
"This is the Demon God’s legacy," Su Luo said, as if reading his mind.
After all, he needed a signature move to establish his reputation.
The [Void Hand] fit the bill.
Of course, Su Luo had other powerful techniques, but free stuff was always good.
"Again."
The city guard attacked swiftly, but Su Luo evaded every strike without a scratch.
"Time’s running out..."
Su Luo began a countdown, adding pressure.
Indeed, failing to land even a single hit in fifteen minutes would be humiliating.
And now, spectators had gathered.
The city guard refused to back down and accelerated his assaults.
But the faster he attacked, the more Void Hands appeared.
Their accuracy was terrifying—dodging was futile, so he resorted to parrying.
A headache, truly.
By now, murmurs spread among the onlookers.
The gist? "Can’t even handle this, weakling?"
His pride stung.
"Ha!"
With a roar, the city guard mustered his full strength to block all the Void Hands.
Then he launched another offensive—fiercer, more reckless, abandoning defense entirely.
The Void Hands weren’t overwhelmingly powerful.
He could tank a few hits and focus on attacking.
Just one strike. Just one.
That was his mantra now.
But Su Luo had no intention of going easy. Not actively counterattacking was mercy enough.
Deliberately taking a hit? Unnecessary.
A single Void Hand might be negligible, but their cumulative force wore him down.
Gradually, instinct took over—he started defending again. His gut warned him: prolong this, and he’d be the one severely wounded.
With no offense, no new Void Hands formed.
A stalemate ensued, mostly because the city guard found it too grueling.
Finally, he sheathed his sword. "Time’s up. Pity we couldn’t finish. You win."
Cutting losses now would spare him further embarrassment.
Whatever.
At least this way, he could blame the clock and save face.
Su Luo strode gracefully toward the City of Villains.
But then—the city guard drew his blade again, blocking the others.
"Su Luo, you may pass. These two? Not unless they earn my approval."
The City of Villains didn’t tolerate group entries without scrutiny.
Of course, Little Yu had already removed her cloak, revealing herself.
The guard recognized her—the so-called "genius" who defected from the Seven Stars Sword Sect to the Heavenly Demon Sect.
But recognition didn’t matter. He wanted redemption.
Little Yu unsheathed her sword.
"Perfect," the city guard sneered. If he couldn’t best Su Luo, he’d reclaim dignity from his follower.
A genius?
How genius could she be?
Yet Little Yu had long reached the Void Treading realm—a prodigy capable of surpassing her level.
The fight erupted instantly, surprising the crowd with an unexpected second round.
"Hahaha, fight! Fight!"
"That girl’s doomed. The guard’s furious—how pitiful. Wait, no, why pity her? Beat her down!"
"Don’t collapse too fast. At least give him some pressure."
The spectators reveled in the chaos.
But Little Yu remained unfazed. In combat mode, she was ruthlessly focused.
A few moves in, the city guard was already struggling.
She’d dabbled in demonic techniques—not masterfully, but well enough to disguise her roots.
After several exchanges, the guard sheathed his sword again.
"You may enter."
He’d realized: continuing would only deepen his humiliation.
No point.
Thankfully, his helmet hid his grimace.
The crowd buzzed in confusion. Why stop mid-fight?
Since when was the city guard this easy to handle?
He ignored them. They had no idea how strong Little Yu was—probably thought he’d gone soft.
Then his gaze landed on the last cloaked figure in Su Luo’s group.
Should he fight her too?
Reluctance crept in. The first two rounds proved this trio wasn’t to be trifled with.
Maybe… just let her pass?
But Jiang Ningshu, noticing his stare, understood. "It seems I must battle you as well."
The guard froze. A foreboding sense gripped him.
He was right.
Jiang Ningshu didn’t need to lift a finger.
An overwhelming pressure erupted—now fused with heavenly tribulation, even more terrifying than before.
The onlookers collapsed unconscious, too fast to react.
The city guard was crushed flat, unable to move or rise.
His consciousness teetered on the edge.
"You—you may pass!"
With his last strength, he spat it out, fearing death if he delayed.
How foolish. Why didn’t I just let all three through?
Regret consumed him.
Jiang Ningshu withdrew her aura.
But the guard remained dazed, mind blank, unsure what to do—even how to stand.
"Such dominance," Su Luo praised.
Even he couldn’t match Jiang Ningshu’s oppressive might.
"No matter how dominant, I’m merely your subordinate."
"Don’t say that. You’re no subordinate of mine."
Su Luo had no memory of Jiang Ningshu ever serving him.
"I’m just boosting your reputation."
True enough—the guard, jolted awake by her words, gaped in shock.
Someone this powerful willingly submitting to Su Luo? The Demon God’s heir was truly extraordinary.
"Your kindness is hard to repay."
"Since I can’t reveal myself, acting as your subordinate is fine for now."
"That… makes sense."
As they conversed, they entered the City of Villains.
Their goal here was simple:
Recruit two future pillars of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
These two were necessary for the plot.
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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."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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?”
