What’s going on? The Beast Lord is in such a miserable state?
The onlookers found it hard to believe.
Who is this person? How are they so strong?
Is the Beast Lord just pretending?
Then again, Jiang Ningshu might have already worn him down significantly.
Regardless, this is good news for now.
A boon for humanity, but an absolute disaster for the beast army.
They grew even more frenzied, desperate to aid their lord.
Naturally, the humans wouldn’t let them interfere.
Meanwhile, the Grand Priest, locked in battle with Lin Xuan, was frantic. The Beast Lord was right there, yet he couldn’t lift a finger to help.
Su Luo released his grip, and the Beast Lord instantly felt all strength leave his body, collapsing to the ground.
He tried to rise, but his limbs refused to obey.
Su Luo took a few slow steps forward, looming over him with an icy gaze.
Even in this state, the Beast Lord refused to yield. His hatred for humanity transcended life and death.
Even if only his mouth remained, he’d tear a chunk of flesh from them.
"Nice glare," Su Luo remarked before delivering a brutal kick to the Beast Lord’s face, twisting it sideways.
The force was immense—his head spun multiple times, carving a small crater into the ground. Yet his body didn’t budge an inch, a testament to Su Luo’s precision.
Still, the Beast Lord clung to life, his head gradually righting itself—proof of the tenacious vitality of his divine beast bloodline.
But to Su Luo, he was just a slightly larger punching bag.
Su Luo raised his foot above the Beast Lord’s skull, dark energy coalescing around it.
Even as a void-like black, it radiated a terrifying brilliance.
No one doubted this strike would be lethal.
"I’m going to kill you now," Su Luo stated flatly.
He intensified the energy swirling around his foot, amplifying the spectacle—a clear warning to all that this was the end.
The Grand Priest panicked. "Stay out of my way!"
Lin Xuan roared back, "Your opponent is me!"
Both stood firm, their resolve unshakable.
Lin Xuan held his ground, unafraid of a fight to the death—after all, he’d never have come this far if he feared sacrifice.
Come on, Grand Priest. Put up a fight.
Su Luo sighed inwardly but maintained his slow, deliberate motion. "Total failure, huh? Both for the Beast Lord and your entire beast army."
The Beast Lord’s neck finally straightened, his words labored. "I’ll... never... let you go... even in death!"
"Evade now, my lord!" the Grand Priest urged.
The Beast Lord wished he could—but his body remained paralyzed.
"Sure, sure. Don’t let me go. I don’t mind." Su Luo’s foot twitched, barely lowering a fraction.
"Stop that foot!" The Grand Priest hurled his three sacred staves—his most prized artifacts—toward Su Luo.
Losing them was a small price to save the Beast Lord.
Yet Lin Xuan blurred forward, intercepting and clutching the staves with a crushing grip. "Oh no, you don’t!"
"Damn you! Damn you!" The Grand Priest was on the verge of madness.
Losing anyone else was tolerable—but not the Beast Lord.
Su Luo ignored the plea. "Goodbye, Beast Lord."
A surge of murderous intent made his seriousness unmistakable.
Yet Su Luo’s leg felt oddly stiff.
Well, not really. He could hold this pose for a decade if needed. The real issue was the Grand Priest’s lackluster effort.
His foot hovered, dark energy pulsing, descending at a glacial pace.
Su Luo was exasperated. I’m practically spoon-feeding you a chance here. Take the hint.
To the Grand Priest, though, this wasn’t leniency—it was the calm before an earth-shattering strike, one meant to obliterate the Beast Lord’s formidable body.
Despair gripped the Grand Priest. He couldn’t bear to witness his lord’s demise.
In this critical moment, a solution flashed in his mind.
But...
His heart settled on the answer without hesitation, memories flooding in—youthful days, struggles, triumphs.
"Hey, you’ll become the Beast Lord and lead us out of the wastelands, right?"
"Of course! I’m strong—stronger than any beast alive!"
"Ha! I’ll look forward to that day."
......
"You’ve grown even stronger."
"Yeah. I can feel it—this is our era, the age of beasts."
"I’ll support you with everything I have."
"And I’ll need every bit of it."
......
"I’ve claimed the title of Beast Lord. Now, let’s prepare."
"I’ve been ready since the day you first spoke of it."
......
"Listen... if we fail in the end—"
"Stop. The Beast Lord shouldn’t say such things. We won’t fail. You’re too strong for that."
"Just for today, let me say it. If we fail... I want you to live."
"No. You must survive."
"Grand Priest, the beast army needs you more than me."
"That’s not true. You’re our faith incarnate."
"I’m just a brute. Half those ‘Ten Forbidden Arts’ are beyond me, and—"
The Beast Lord listed every reason the Grand Priest was irreplaceable.
"Another Beast Lord can rise. But a priest of your talent? Centuries might pass before another appears. Live. Give our kind another chance."
"My lord..."
"Promise me this, Grand Priest. My final request."
......
In the Grand Priest’s eyes, the proud visage of the Beast Lord overlapped with his current broken form.
"BEAST LORD!!!"
His scream tore through the battlefield, raw and desperate.
The Beast Lord met his gaze.
The Grand Priest abandoned all defense, allowing Lin Xuan’s strikes to land. Yet he smiled—an eerie, peaceful expression.
"I’ve always believed in you. You’ll lead us to victory."
His voice was softer than ever—a farewell.
As his words faded, blood erupted from the Grand Priest’s body.
Distant runes from the wastelands linked to the Beast Lord, their bonds unbreakable.
The remnants of the Totem Altars poured their power into him.
The Grand Priest’s ancient chant continued, his life force draining rapidly.
A mysterious energy enveloped the Beast Lord.
Still immobilized, the Beast Lord’s face twisted in unprecedented despair, his head thrashing. "No, no, no, NO—!"
The Grand Priest didn’t stop.
Lin Xuan assaulted him futilely—no attack could halt the ritual now.
Soon, the light faded from the Grand Priest’s eyes.
His lips moved soundlessly.
I suppose... I’ll die unsatisfied, never seeing you at your peak.
But don’t look so grim, my lord. You’re meant to win this. Smile for me.
I'm sorry we couldn't make it to the end together, but I have no regrets.
Goodbye.
From now on, it's all up to you.
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?!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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!
