Jiang Ningshu felt a bit too embarrassed to speak, thinking it was somewhat inappropriate.
But no matter what others thought, they would still look down on Little Yu.
Little Yu’s strength spoke for itself.
Huang Jiuyou gazed down from the highest point of the City of Villains.
He had always enjoyed viewing the city from this vantage point, as the sight of everything beneath him filled him with a sense of accomplishment.
Moreover, watching the people below suffer injuries from battles excited him immensely.
Because it brought him one step closer to his goal.
But this time, something felt different.
The casualties seemed to be piling up far too quickly.
Huang Jiuyou began to investigate.
It turned out to be the black-robed figure.
This was the first time Huang Jiuyou had witnessed the black-robed figure in action.
Yet, what terrified him was that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t see through the figure’s strength.
Too strong!
The power was overwhelming—even if Huang Jiuyou went all out, victory seemed nearly impossible.
With this realization, Huang Jiuyou’s expression darkened before he turned and left.
The altar was almost full. Once he ascended to the Great Ascension Realm, nothing would stand in his way.
Until then, he couldn’t afford any mishaps.
Huang Jiuyou returned to his residence and ordered his subordinates to guard it. Then, he slipped into a hidden passage.
Descending to the lowest level, he reached the altar, waiting for the demonic energy to fully charge so he could activate it.
Meanwhile, Su Luo and his companions had been closely tracking Huang Jiuyou’s movements. Seeing him return to his residence, the three immediately followed.
Without hesitation, Su Luo strode forward and prepared to kick the door open.
Feng Chengkai hurriedly stopped him. "Wait, are we just barging in like this?"
Feng Chengkai found Su Luo’s behavior strange—who would charge in so recklessly?
The path to the altar was surely guarded by Huang Jiuyou’s men. Could the three of them really handle them all?
Even if they could, wouldn’t exhausting themselves leave them too weakened to fight Huang Jiuyou?
Su Luo already knew what Feng Chengkai was thinking. "I’m aware. You’re suggesting we lure some outsiders in to clear the way for us, right?"
"Exactly. Seems we’re on the same page," Feng Chengkai confirmed.
"Good idea, but unnecessary. We’re going straight in."
"You’re insane!"
"Relax." Su Luo kicked the door open with a bang. "Hello, we’re here to disturb you."
"I thought you were smart, but turns out you’re just reckless." Feng Chengkai now regretted partnering with someone so impulsive.
He wanted to back out.
But it was too late—injured and weakened, escape was no longer an option.
Su Luo tossed him to Lei Shi. "Keep an eye on him. I’ll clear the path."
Huang Jiuyou’s men inside had already begun their assault, under strict orders to defend the place at all costs.
But the Void Hand would teach them a lesson.
"Are you sure this will work?" Feng Chengkai and Lei Shi still harbored doubts.
But soon, they fell silent.
None of Huang Jiuyou’s subordinates could lay a finger on Su Luo. Worse yet, most couldn’t withstand a single strike from the Void Hand.
To Feng Chengkai and Lei Shi, Su Luo merely dodged and weaved before effortlessly defeating everyone.
"Hey, hey, hey—aren’t you just ridiculously strong?" Feng Chengkai was stunned.
Far stronger than he’d imagined.
"Well, I had to go all out for this," Su Luo replied "modestly."
"Don’t tell me you’ve got nothing left for Huang Jiuyou?"
"I’ve got a plan when the time comes," Su Luo said confidently.
"Really?"
"Of course. Do I look like the type to throw my life away?"
"Fine, I’ll trust you."
Feng Chengkai seized the moment to swallow some pills, healing his injuries.
But his wounds were severe—full recovery would take time.
He regretted his earlier carelessness.
Shooting a resentful glance at Su Luo, he thought, Your people attacked without warning, and you didn’t even stop them.
"Stop looking at me. Let’s go—there are more ahead."
Indeed, Huang Jiuyou’s forces weren’t limited to the gatekeepers. The entire path would be guarded.
But the Void Hand was more than enough to handle them.
Su Luo’s overwhelming strength earned Feng Chengkai and Lei Shi’s admiration.
They had a feeling Su Luo could pull this off alone, even without their help.
If so, that wouldn’t be bad—they’d still get a share of the altar’s energy.
They were certain Su Luo couldn’t absorb it all by himself.
They’d be the ones to split the spoils with him.
Su Luo wasn’t in a hurry, advancing at a steady pace.
In the original plot, the three would combine their strength, endure a grueling battle, and become temporarily trustworthy allies.
Then, together, they’d defeat Huang Jiuyou.
That was how Feng Chengkai would later join the Heavenly Demon Sect.
But now? Forget deep bonds—just getting him into the sect would suffice.
Suddenly, the tunnel began to tremble.
"Time’s up."
Su Luo knew—thanks to Jiang Ningshu and Little Yu, the altar had charged ahead of schedule.
Time to speed things up.
The deeper they went, the stronger Huang Jiuyou’s men became.
But it didn’t matter. None were a match for Su Luo.
Soon, they reached the heart of the hidden passage—a vast chamber.
Huang Jiuyou stood at the center, laughing triumphantly. "It’s activated! The altar is finally activated!"
Soon, he would reach the Great Ascension Realm.
"But first, I’ll deal with a few pests."
He turned to Su Luo’s group. "You’ve made it this far—impressive. But unfortunately, I’ll have to kill you."
Not seeing the black-robed figure with them eased Huang Jiuyou’s mind.
His biggest fear had been Su Luo bringing that mysterious ally.
Against just these three, he stood no chance.
Feng Chengkai, somewhat recovered, stepped forward. "Old man, we’ll be taking what’s yours."
Lei Shi followed. "What should I say? Doesn’t matter—I’m here to kill you."
Su Luo quietly retreated a step. "Go ahead."
Feng Chengkai and Lei Shi charged.
But something felt off.
"Su Luo, what are you doing?"
"Ah, I might’ve overexerted myself earlier. I’m a bit drained now."
"Wait, you said you had this under control!"
"I do. Just hold him off while I recover and prepare a big move."
"Seriously? Not cool!"
But they had no time to argue—Huang Jiuyou was upon them.
Without Su Luo, their strongest fighter, the pressure was overwhelming. They were instantly on the defensive, barely holding their own.
Su Luo watched from the sidelines.
It couldn’t be helped—they needed a taste of hardship to understand the gap in power and recognize his importance.
After all, they’d soon be his subordinates. Su Luo couldn’t risk betrayal.
Huang Jiuyou was merely a tool to prove his strength.
Once they witnessed Huang Jiuyou’s might, Su Luo would crush him—and they’d know their place.

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】

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!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”