The West Extreme Demon Lord, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly changed his expression.
At first, he had merely been enjoying Su Luo's misfortune, convinced that there was no way Su Luo could defeat the Right Envoy.
But now, something seemed off.
Had Su Luo truly grown so strong?
In the eyes of the West Extreme Demon Lord, Su Luo was still just a minor titled Heavenly Demon, and not much time had passed—how had his power expanded to such an extent?
Unfathomable. Completely unfathomable.
Yet, the West Extreme Demon Lord had no intention of intervening. He remained confident that the Right Envoy could handle it.
The Right Envoy slowly rose to his feet.
"Running away? Me?"
His face first twisted in disbelief, then quickly contorted with humiliation.
The thought of being struck down by a mere Void Refinement cultivator—someone who had once been utterly insignificant in the Heavenly Demon Sect, unworthy even to polish his boots—filled him with fury.
His aura surged violently, ancient and mysterious characters materializing around him.
His figure seemed to grow taller, forcing others to look up in awe.
At this moment, Feng Chengkai and Lei Shi finally witnessed the Right Envoy's true strength, and their resolve wavered.
Could their Demon Lord really contend with such a terrifying opponent?
Still, Su Luo's earlier display of unyielding defiance had deeply impressed them.
No matter what, they would not abandon Su Luo and flee.
The Right Envoy gathered an immense amount of power before speaking slowly, "Sever your hand!"
He channeled his full strength into his Commandment Art, knowing that directly demanding Su Luo's head might be too difficult—so he settled for a lesser target.
Yet, no matter how much force he exerted, Su Luo remained unaffected.
Against anyone else, the moment the Right Envoy spoke, their hand would have already been severed.
His face flushed red with exertion—he swore he wasn’t holding back.
But even so, he couldn’t even take Su Luo’s hand. This defied all reason!
Why couldn’t he shake Su Luo at all?!
The Right Envoy roared, "Sever your hand! Sever it! SEVER IT NOW!"
But Su Luo was already before him, delivering another punch that sent the Right Envoy crashing to the ground.
The Right Envoy tried to rise immediately, but his body refused to obey. A wave of weakness washed over him, followed by excruciating pain.
Only then did he realize—Su Luo’s strength was on an entirely different level.
Even an ordinary Great Ascension cultivator wouldn’t have been able to reduce him to this state with a single punch.
Was the Demon God’s legacy truly so absurd?
Could a Void Refinement cultivator really trample a Great Ascension expert like this?
Faced with the undeniable truth, the Right Envoy had no choice but to reconsider.
Lost in thought, he remained sprawled on the ground.
To onlookers, the scene was baffling.
The Right Envoy had been knocked down by what seemed like an ordinary punch—and now he wasn’t getting up.
Was this some kind of act?
The West Extreme Demon Lord studied Su Luo again, his mind calculating how to kill him.
Originally, he had assumed that since they were both at the peak of Void Refinement, their strength should be comparable.
But the West Extreme Demon Lord had believed himself superior—after all, he had lived far longer, his combat experience unmatched.
Now, he had to reassess.
There was no reason for the Right Envoy to fake this. Even if he wanted to elevate Su Luo’s reputation, he wouldn’t go this far.
The West Extreme Demon Lord debated whether to test Su Luo’s strength himself.
In the end, he restrained himself. Unless the Right Envoy spoke up, he would wait and watch.
Su Luo gave the Right Envoy no time to reflect. "Still not planning to run?"
His next punch was already descending.
The Right Envoy instinctively dodged.
But Su Luo’s strikes were not so easily avoided.
Even as he shifted position, Su Luo closed the distance in an instant.
A brutal impact struck the Right Envoy’s back, slamming him into the ground once more.
A pained scream tore from his throat, his face twisted in agony.
The spectators winced—even without experiencing it themselves, they could tell how much it hurt.
The Right Envoy hated appearing so pathetic, but he couldn’t help it.
Even against other Great Ascension opponents, battles never left him in such a wretched state in less than a day.
"Recover!"
Faint green light flickered around the Right Envoy, mending his injuries.
Panting, he demanded, "What’s going on with you? There’s no way you’re this strong!"
"Because I fight with my life on the line."
In the grand scheme of things, gambling one’s life was inevitable. As cultivation advanced, lifespan increased—but Su Luo had been burning through his lifespan relentlessly, leaving him with little time left.
"Gambling your life can achieve this?" The Right Envoy was skeptical. "Impossible! Even I’ve risked my life before, but it was never this extreme!"
"Enough talk. Let’s continue. We have nothing more to discuss."
"No, wait—I surrender! I’ll join your new Heavenly Demon Sect!"
At this point, stubborn pride would only get him killed.
He had given his all, yet Su Luo remained untouched.
Knowing when to yield, the Right Envoy refused to humiliate himself further.
"You’re agreeing just like that?"
"Strength speaks for itself. With power like yours, I have no objections."
But inwardly, the Right Envoy seethed. He had worked so hard to break free, to build the Earthly Fiend Sect into a force capable of challenging the top demonic factions.
Now, he had to abandon it all. Resentment burned in his chest—yet he forced a sincere expression of allegiance.
Suddenly, Su Luo coughed up blood, his face paling as his body swayed unsteadily.
"Demon Lord!" Feng Chengkai and Lei Shi rushed forward in concern.
Su Luo gave a weak smile. "Lucky you agreed… I was about to collapse."
Collapse?
A flurry of possibilities raced through the Right Envoy’s mind.
Had Su Luo’s overwhelming power been temporary all along?
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
Of course—Su Luo had said he was gambling his life. It must have been a short-lived burst of strength.
Rage flared anew. He had been bluffed!
If only he had held out a little longer…
"You’re dead!"
The Right Envoy struck again without warning, too furious to rely on his Commandment Art.
This time, he would pummel Su Luo to death with his bare hands.
Only then would his fury be appeased.
But the next instant, he was sent flying.
Su Luo’s complexion instantly recovered, not a trace of weakness remaining as he casually brushed off his pants.
"See? Just a little trick, and you fell for it. With a fickle heart like yours, how could I ever trust you?"
The Right Envoy felt as though his entire body had shattered, but he forced himself to glare at Su Luo.
"I’m over here."
Su Luo’s voice came from his left. The Right Envoy turned—only for Su Luo’s foot to slam into his head, sending him sprawling once more.
Lying motionless in a pile of rubble, the Right Envoy wondered—was Su Luo still bluffing?
There was no way he could maintain this level of strength for so long.
But after taking so many brutal hits, his body was in dire condition.
Even against righteous-path Great Ascension experts, he had never been so thoroughly crushed.
This time, the Right Envoy had no choice but to acknowledge Su Luo’s supremacy.
He yielded.
With a burst of energy, he blasted the surrounding stones away and spoke, his tone far more subdued.
"What do you want?!"
"What do I want? Didn’t I say it from the beginning? Escape from me, and I’ll let you go."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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?!
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."
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?”
