"Elder Yan!"
Lin Xuan rushed over to check on Elder Yan.
The old man's abdomen had been pierced clean through, though he’d managed to stop the bleeding himself.
He wasn’t dead, but the wound was severe—the spear that had impaled him carried a power that hindered recovery. Such an injury was troublesome; it wouldn’t heal anytime soon.
"Don’t worry about me. Kill the Grand Priest," Elder Yan said through gritted teeth.
It was just a hole, after all. Elder Yan insisted he could still fight, though he needed a moment to adjust.
"Understood."
Lin Xuan had already made up his mind before Elder Yan even spoke.
Elder Yan’s sacrifice fueled Lin Xuan’s boundless fury.
Though Elder Yan still lived, that didn’t lessen Lin Xuan’s rage.
In his extreme anger, Lin Xuan pushed past his limits, his body wreathed in thick, white spiritual energy.
"Immortal Art: Supreme Eight Extremes Collapse!"
Lin Xuan’s fist shot out without hesitation.
The Grand Priest took the full brunt of the punch to his face, sending him flying before he crashed into the ground.
Lin Xuan pursued without pause.
Nearby demon beasts rushed to block his path, but it was useless—Lin Xuan smashed through them one by one, each falling to a single strike. He closed the distance again, spinning mid-air before delivering a devastating axe kick.
The Grand Priest staggered to his feet, hastily absorbing the life force of a few unlucky demon beasts nearby.
As he drained them, three staffs materialized above his head, intercepting Lin Xuan’s kick.
The impact forced the Grand Priest to one knee, but he held firm, already preparing his counterattack.
"Ten Forbidden Arts: Soul Scatter!"
Blood trickled from the Grand Priest’s eyes—a side effect of the forbidden technique.
This "Soul Scatter" didn’t target enemies, but the demon beasts themselves.
From the corpses around them, pale wisps of energy rose—the lingering souls of the fallen beasts.
Now, they became the Grand Priest’s weapons.
The spectral forms lunged at Lin Xuan, their twisted, ghastly appearances unmistakably malevolent.
Lin Xuan blasted a few apart with fireballs, but their numbers were overwhelming.
One soul struck him, shattering on impact but unleashing a devastating burst of energy.
Pain flared through Lin Xuan’s body, forcing him to dodge. When evasion failed, he raised a barrier of spiritual energy—only for the souls to phase straight through it, striking his flesh directly.
Lin Xuan hadn’t expected such an attack. He’d underestimated it, and now he paid the price.
The Grand Priest finally had a moment to breathe.
Because the technique was soul-based, it possessed an innate ability to bypass most defenses—effectively dealing true damage.
The cost? The souls were utterly annihilated. The Grand Priest suffered only minor backlash.
Lin Xuan reinforced his body with spiritual energy, but it was futile.
As the Grand Priest continued his incantation, more and more souls rose from the fallen.
Recognizing the danger, Lin Xuan focused on evasion, only enduring unavoidable hits.
Defense was never his style. Soon, he closed in again, fists blazing with power.
Even if it meant taking a few soul strikes, he would not let the Grand Priest escape.
Forced to abandon his technique, the Grand Priest turned to face Lin Xuan head-on.
Though the Grand Priest excelled in magic, his close combat skills were no joke—he was a well-rounded fighter.
Unfortunately for him, so was Lin Xuan—and in battle, Lin Xuan was superior.
With the Grand Priest weakened and the remaining demon beasts occupied by others, he found no advantage.
The fight settled into another drawn-out clash.
Both combatants were battered, yet neither showed signs of yielding.
This was the endurance of true powerhouses.
But...
Su Luo shook his head.
He’d been watching Lin Xuan’s battle.
As expected, with his early appearance, the fight was dragging on.
Would the Beast Lord last until Lin Xuan and the Grand Priest settled things?
The Beast Lord continued his relentless assault on Su Luo, yet not a single strike landed. Doubt crept into his mind.
Still, he swung his fists and axe, exhausting every treasure and pill at his disposal.
Think! There had to be a way to defeat this man!
But the more he struggled, the emptier his thoughts became.
His rationality slipped away, leaving only bestial instinct.
Pathetic.
What good was power if it reduced him to a mindless beast? He could hardly call himself the Beast Lord now.
Su Luo decided it was time to end this farce.
He took a single step forward.
The Beast Lord scrambled back.
The last shreds of his reason screamed that something was wrong.
Why? He’d been attacking nonstop without hesitation. Why did Su Luo’s mere movement make him retreat?
Wasn’t killing his opponent the goal?
The Beast Lord didn’t understand—until realization struck.
Fear.
Su Luo’s slightest motion had triggered an instinctive terror, a primal awareness of death.
"ROAR!"
The Beast Lord bellowed, trying to drown out his dread.
His instincts weren’t wrong. Su Luo was done playing.
Another step, and Su Luo stood before him.
"Go play over there."
A single whip-like kick sent the Beast Lord flying.
CRASH—he landed near the Grand Priest.
"Beast Lord!" The Grand Priest’s voice sharpened with alarm. Things were worse than he’d thought.
"That man—he’s too strong!" the Beast Lord warned.
"He’s coming." The Grand Priest’s tone was tense. He braced himself.
Yet neither could comprehend Su Luo’s movement—one moment he was distant, the next, right in front of them.
Su Luo didn’t just arrive. He delivered a straight kick to the Beast Lord’s chest, sending him tumbling again.
"If you don’t get serious, you’ll die here," Su Luo said.
The Beast Lord didn’t know how to respond—he’d been giving his all.
But Su Luo’s words weren’t for him. They were for the Grand Priest.
A clear message: Your Beast Lord is outmatched. Sacrifice yourself. Let him ascend.
The Grand Priest didn’t grasp the hint. Instead, he and the Beast Lord attacked in unison.
Their coordination was flawless.
Their strikes were meaningless.
Su Luo’s fist sent the Grand Priest hurtling toward Lin Xuan.
"Handle your own opponent."
Lin Xuan seized the opportunity, striking as the Grand Priest flew toward him.
"Immortal Art: Flame Fist!"
The punch connected with the Grand Priest’s waist, snapping his spine.
But as a high-ranking demon, the Grand Priest twisted his body, realigning the bones instantly.
He tried to retreat, but Lin Xuan gave no quarter. Their battle resumed.
Meanwhile, Su Luo turned his attention back to the Beast Lord.
Before, when Su Luo had barely acted, the Beast Lord had felt confident. Now, with Su Luo truly attacking, the gulf between them became undeniable.
Su Luo tore off the Beast Lord’s left arm.
The Beast Lord didn’t utter a sound.
Grabbing the right arm, Su Luo twisted—not just the limb, but the Beast Lord’s entire body contorted under the force.
The right arm fared worst, spiraling like a wrung-out rag.
"AAAAARGH!"
The Beast Lord let out a piercing scream.
The sound was filled with agony and despair.
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?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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!
