Jiang Ningshu stood up, her complexion much improved, and the burns on her right hand were gradually healing.
The move she had just executed was one that could even injure herself—her strongest strike was no joke.
It was time for her to withdraw.
But before that...
Jiang Ningshu cupped Su Luo’s face and said, "Before I go, I wish you all the best."
Then, she kissed him.
Su Luo was utterly baffled. Why was Jiang Ningshu kissing him now?
Was this really the time for such a thing?
Jiang Ningshu had acted on impulse. She simply thought that since so many people were watching, she might as well make a statement.
Besides, Su Luo would soon reveal his true identity, and everyone would eventually learn that the black-robed figure was none other than Su Luo.
Jiang Ningshu knew Su Luo’s reputation was far from stellar—worse than her own, in fact.
But she wanted to make it clear through her actions: Su Luo was hers, and no one had the right to bully him.
Not that anyone could actually bully Su Luo, but Jiang Ningshu didn’t want him to be constantly harassed afterward.
She was a Tribulation Phase cultivator, and she loved Su Luo. Anyone who dared trouble him would have to face the consequences.
At this point, Su Luo’s role in the unfolding events was nearing its end, and Jiang Ningshu saw no reason to keep their relationship hidden any longer.
Her kiss was nothing short of a bombshell.
The onlookers were stunned.
"What? This guy is Jiang Ningshu’s lover?"
"I’ve never heard anything about this before! So envious!"
"Damn it, we can’t even see his face. What’s with that stupid black robe?"
Envy and resentment were already brewing.
So, what’s it like to have a Tribulation Phase wife?
Absolutely exhilarating, that’s what.
Di Haoran was tempted to indulge in the gossip, but no matter what, things were moving in a favorable direction.
Now he could focus entirely on dealing with the Lion Heart King.
The Lion Heart King’s mind was in turmoil. The battle had shifted too rapidly, and he needed to secure victory quickly so he could assist the Beast Lord.
The two of them plunged into a fierce, white-hot clash.
Little Yu, on the other hand, remained unfazed. She was still fully concentrated on fighting General Chilin.
She had already wounded General Chilin’s wings, rendering him unable to unleash his wide-scale scale attacks.
Gradually, Little Yu grew accustomed to General Chilin’s combat style and began systematically weakening him. The moment his health dropped into execution range, she would deliver the final blow.
Truth be told, Little Yu hadn’t faced much difficulty in this battle—all thanks to her relentless training and discipline.
Her perseverance was finally paying off.
Meanwhile, Nangong Xiyun gritted her teeth in frustration at Jiang Ningshu’s bold move.
Damn it, why hadn’t she thought of doing something like that?
She’d been beaten to the punch.
But upon reflection, such an act didn’t suit her.
Though rumors circulated about her having a beloved, she couldn’t openly declare it.
After all, everyone knew Nangong Xiyun was Li Siyi’s master.
She had to consider the implications.
But that didn’t justify Jiang Ningshu kissing Su Luo in front of so many people!
The more Nangong Xiyun dwelled on it, the more jealous she became. She knew her relationship with Su Luo would likely never see the light of day.
Yet Jiang Ningshu could act without restraint, doing whatever she pleased with Su Luo.
Nangong Xiyun burned with envy, even entertaining the thought of marching over and planting a kiss of her own.
But she restrained herself, channeling her fury into her sword instead.
Leopard Speed King: ?
What the hell? Why were her attacks suddenly so much sharper?
In the blink of an eye, he’d been wounded.
It wasn’t that Nangong Xiyun was faster—she had simply predicted his movements.
The Leopard Speed King felt as though he were trapped in quicksand, his agility rendered useless.
But with the Beast Lord’s situation taking a turn, he needed to end this fight fast.
Then he realized his advantage was slipping away.
Nangong Xiyun’s sword formation was tightening around him.
His room to maneuver shrank further, and soon, his speed would no longer be an asset.
Pressure mounted. He had to find a way out—fast.
......
The Beast Lord dragged his axe behind him as he returned, popping pills into his mouth.
These weren’t ordinary pills. The kind capable of restoring him were among the rarest in the world.
Even within the beast army’s ranks, only three existed—and he’d just swallowed two in one go.
Though top-tier, the pills couldn’t restore him to full strength, merely patching him up slightly.
His expression darkened. After finally defeating one human powerhouse, another had appeared out of nowhere.
A brief encounter was all it took for him to recognize who this was.
That presence—there was no mistaking it. This was the mysterious figure he’d encountered in the Wild Barrens.
But regardless, Jiang Ningshu had to be dealt with first. If she recovered, all his efforts would be for nothing.
"Who are you?" The Beast Lord stood not far from Su Luo, axe at the ready.
"Does it matter?" Su Luo replied.
"Guess not."
The Beast Lord shrugged. Dead men needed no introductions.
He raised his axe and charged at Su Luo, swinging with all his might.
The force of the blow sent tremors through the surrounding space, a terrifying power surging from his arms into the blade.
With a piercing shriek, the axe tore through the air, leaving a visible ripple in its wake.
The Beast Lord was confident. He wasn’t the same as before—back in the Wild Barrens, he’d been outmatched, but not anymore.
Why? Because he was now a Tribulation Phase cultivator!
Su Luo’s cultivation, by comparison, was merely at the Great Ascension stage. An easy kill.
Su Luo stopped the axe with two fingers.
The Beast Lord froze. Had Jiang Ningshu drained him that much?
He pushed harder, pouring more strength into the strike.
Yet the axe didn’t budge an inch.
At that moment, Jiang Ningshu moved.
The Beast Lord’s pupils contracted. He abandoned his attack instantly, leaping back and warily eyeing Jiang Ningshu.
Two against one—not ideal.
That last technique of hers still sent shivers down his spine.
Sure, he’d won, but that didn’t make her move any less deadly.
Had it connected, he’d be lying flat right now.
And why did Jiang Ningshu seem to be recovering faster than him?
Frowning, the Beast Lord strategized how to handle both opponents.
Jiang Ningshu, however, had no such intentions. She was simply leaving.
Just like that. Her role here was done.
Watching her fly away, the Beast Lord felt an odd sense of relief.
In his current state, taking on two would’ve been tough.
But that relief soon turned to fury.
The fact that he’d been glad to see her go infuriated him.
I am the Beast Lord. No matter who stands before me, I tear them apart!
Gritting his teeth, he roared at Jiang Ningshu’s retreating figure, "You think you can escape?"
His axe expanded instantly, transforming into a colossal 40-meter blade aimed straight at her.
Jiang Ningshu didn’t even glance back, vanishing from sight.
The axe never reached her—Su Luo had caught it mid-air, his grip unyielding.
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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?”
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."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
