Su Luo said, "Stop looking. Your opponent is me."
"You're not even qualified."
The Beast Lord only had eyes for those at the Tribulation Phase now, and he absolutely had to kill Jiang Ningshu—otherwise, how could he fight once she recovered?
He didn’t have time to recover himself.
The Beast Lord opened his maw wide and continued spewing demonic energy rays toward the direction where Jiang Ningshu had vanished.
Even though Jiang Ningshu had retreated far away, the Beast Lord could still lock onto her.
But with a mere tilt of his axe, Su Luo deflected the Beast Lord’s demonic energy rays.
Then, Su Luo raised the axe and brought it down with force.
The Beast Lord, still gripping the axe tightly, was slammed into the ground along with it.
Fury surged in the Beast Lord’s heart—Jiang Ningshu had already escaped beyond his detection range.
"Look what you’ve done. I’ll kill you for this."
"Have you been beaten stupid? Can’t you see the gap between us?" Su Luo felt he had been demonstrating his strength quite clearly.
Yet from the very beginning, the Beast Lord had only been fixated on Jiang Ningshu, another Tribulation Phase expert.
As for Su Luo’s words, the Beast Lord dismissed them with scorn. "Hmph. Below the Tribulation Phase, all are mere ants."
Even now, severely injured, the Beast Lord refused to believe he could lose to a single Great Ascendant—at least five would be needed.
Then he recalled Su Luo’s performance in the Wildlands.
At least three Great Ascendants.
And then he remembered Su Luo’s earlier strike.
At least two.
But the longer he stared at Su Luo now, the more uneasy he felt.
Why did facing Su Luo make him more unsettled than when he faced Jiang Ningshu?
Suddenly, the Beast Lord thought—maybe Su Luo alone would suffice.
Su Luo said, "I agree with the saying—below the Tribulation Phase, all are ants."
In an instant, Su Luo appeared right before the Beast Lord and sent him flying with a single punch.
The Beast Lord couldn’t quite comprehend Su Luo’s movements, but taking hits wasn’t his forte.
He flipped midair, steadied himself, and charged at Su Luo.
The best defense was offense.
The Beast Lord would not allow himself to lose.
The axe returned to its normal size as the Beast Lord swung it down relentlessly.
Su Luo’s Void Hands materialized in waves, clashing violently against the Beast Lord’s onslaught.
This suited the Beast Lord just fine.
A direct, brutal exchange? Perfect.
He stopped thinking and focused solely on swinging his axe.
Su Luo’s approach was even simpler—just keep summoning Void Hands.
And the Void Hands didn’t drain his stamina.
At first, the Beast Lord was thrilled—countless Void Hands were severed, and it felt like he’d soon land a hit on Su Luo.
But that "soon" never came.
In the end, the Beast Lord’s relentless assault left him nearly exhausted.
No, this wasn’t working.
He retreated, changing tactics, gripping his axe and gathering energy.
"Triple Soul Sunder Charge!"
Three ferocious beasts surged forth once more.
But without enough time to charge, the beasts were much smaller this time—almost cute.
And indeed, they were. Before Su Luo, they seemed like harmless kittens or puppies, utterly incapable of menace.
With a casual kick, Su Luo dispersed them effortlessly.
They were completely useless.
"Are you mocking me? Make them bigger next time." Su Luo gestured for a more serious attempt.
The Beast Lord gathered energy again.
"Fine, have it your way!"
A stronger Triple Soul Sunder Charge—but still useless.
The Beast Lord abandoned it immediately and switched to another technique.
Yet no matter what he tried, none of his attacks had the slightest effect on Su Luo.
Despair deepened.
The Beast Lord actually felt lost, unsure how to deal with this opponent.
But with his beast army watching, he couldn’t show fear or hesitation.
He attacked again.
And again, every move was effortlessly neutralized.
Hopelessness and utter powerlessness shattered the Beast Lord’s resolve.
"Damn it! If I were at my peak, someone like you wouldn’t stand a chance!"
He was rambling now.
Su Luo shook his head. "Don’t spout such loser talk. It only makes you look pathetic."
"Die! Just die!"
Su Luo punched the Beast Lord to the ground.
For a brief moment, the Beast Lord blacked out.
Only then did he realize—Su Luo was truly formidable.
"Impossible… You can’t be just a Great Ascendant!"
The Beast Lord was conflicted. Su Luo’s strength didn’t match a Great Ascendant at all, but how could he have misjudged? His instincts were sharp—Su Luo’s displayed cultivation was undeniably at the Great Ascendant level.
"Thought of a new way to attack yet? Your underlings are watching. Don’t embarrass yourself."
Su Luo had no intention of pressing the attack. Lin Xuan’s side wasn’t settled yet—the final act would be a three-way battle with him joining in. He needed to buy time.
Besides, a powerful beast like the Beast Lord was a rare opponent. Once dead, there’d be no more fun. Might as well let him shine a little longer.
The Beast Lord racked his brain, trying to figure out how to defeat Su Luo.
Finally, he resorted to using treasures—though he wasn’t skilled with them and couldn’t unleash their full power.
He had always believed true strength came from oneself, not external tools.
But now, he had no choice.
All around, humans and beasts alike kept an eye on their battle.
To Di Haoran, it seemed Su Luo was merely stalling the Beast Lord.
Since Su Luo wasn’t attacking, Di Haoran assumed he was barely holding his own against the Beast Lord’s assaults.
But even so, he found it impressive.
"Exactly right, hold off the Beast Lord. Once we deal with our opponents, we'll come to your aid."
Though Su Luo appeared relaxed, Di Haoran still didn’t believe she could handle the Beast Lord.
That was a Tribulation Phase Beast Lord, after all.
Even weakened, it was still a Tribulation Phase existence.
The Lion Heart King grew anxious. His instincts told him the Beast Lord was in dire straits—perhaps even in mortal danger. He had to finish off Di Haoran quickly.
But he couldn’t.
Meanwhile, after a fierce series of battles, the Grand Priest finally broke through and emerged from the North Heavenly Gate.
Beasts surrounded him once more.
Using the lives of the nearby beasts, the Grand Priest launched his assault against Lin Xuan and Elder Yan.
With the beasts at his disposal, the Grand Priest became a far more formidable foe, forcing Lin Xuan and Elder Yan onto the defensive.
However, it wasn’t long before the Grand Priest sensed something amiss with the Beast Lord. He wanted to check on the situation.
But Lin Xuan and Elder Yan wouldn’t let him escape again.
"Let’s finish him in one strike!" Elder Yan declared.
"Agreed." Lin Xuan instantly understood his intent.
Flames ignited in their hands.
Then, Elder Yan’s fire merged with Lin Xuan’s.
"Chaotic Great Flame Dragon!"
A massive fiery dragon surged toward the Grand Priest.
The Grand Priest reacted swiftly—but not with an attack. Instead, he summoned beasts to shield him.
Countless beasts sacrificed themselves, forming a living barrier.
Yet, even so, the Chaotic Great Flame Dragon reached the Grand Priest.
"Ten Great Secret Arts—Indestructible Cage!"
A cage—but also an immensely powerful defensive barrier.
The Grand Priest blocked the attack, though the impact forced him to cough up blood. He was injured, but a smirk curled his lips.
Elder Yan sensed something was wrong—just as a spear shot toward Lin Xuan at blinding speed.
"Danger!"
At the critical moment, Elder Yan shoved Lin Xuan aside—only to be impaled by the Piercing Spear.
Indeed, the Grand Priest had chosen defense—all to set up this deadly sneak attack.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?”
