The night air of the Forbidden Forest reeked of blood and moss. Hundreds of pairs of glowing red eyes appeared from behind the black fog, surrounding the three mortals under the canopy of an ancient tree. Blood-Eyed Wolves. Tier-1 Spirit Beasts. In the cultivation world, a Tier-1 Spirit Beast possessed pure physical strength equivalent to a 2nd or 3rd-Class Warrior. Their muscles were as hard as steel, and their killing instinct was far wilder than a human's. And now, there were over a hundred of them with their target locked on them. Auuuuuuuu! A deafening howl broke the tension. Ten wolves in the front line charged simultaneously. Fangs dripping with poisonous saliva opened wide, ready to tear flesh. "Stay behind me, Ning'er!" Xie Yunfei roared. The young nobleman did not retreat. All his despair had turned into a boiling rage. He unleashed the pure Qi from

"Leave that crippled woman! She's just a lump of meat that will drag you to hell!" Xiao Chen's Qi-infused shout cut through the night, momentarily silencing the howls of the Blood-Eyed Wolves. The words were blunt, cruel, and a pure calculation of profit and loss. For a demon emperor who had seen thousands of corpses on the battlefield, sacrificing one useless pawn to save the king was a basic rule of survival. On the muddy ground, Ning'er lowered her head. Tears mixed with dirt and sweat dripped onto her tattered white dress. The girl didn't argue, didn't even show anger. She just smiled in resignation, a heart-wrenching, bitter smile, as if she was fully aware that in this cruel cultivation world, her life was just a curse to the man she loved. "It's true... I'm just a burden," Ning'er whimpered in her heart, slowly releasing her grip on Xie's robe, ready to let herself be swallowed by the monsters' fangs. 

Pitch-black blood gushed from Xiao Chen's mouth, flooding his chest and soaking the muddy ground beneath his feet. The body of the young man who had just slaughtered the Alpha Blood-Eyed Wolf lost all its strength. The five-point seal on his meridians broke. The backlash from forcibly burning ten years of his life to break through to the Titled Warrior realm hit him like a treasured sword from the heavens. His nervous system was on fire, and his Dantian shriveled to an extreme degree. THUD! The Demon Emperor fell face-down without a fight. His black-scaled right hand was stiffly outstretched, his fingers still tightly gripping the glowing red crystal, the tier-2 Spirit Rune he had just ripped from the monster's heart. "Brother Chen!" Xie Yunfei shouted hoarsely. The young nobleman ignored his shattered right shoulder, which was still gushing blood. He dragged his numb feet, dropp

The cave under the giant banyan root was once a refuge from despair. Now, it had turned into a tomb ready to be sealed.Elder You was still sprawled on the muddy ground in front of the cave's entrance. The pale face of the killer scholar was pressed against the dirt, fresh blood continuing to flow from the corner of his lips. Both of his shins were shattered. His Peak-Stage King Warrior's aura, which could normally crush the bones of a mortal with just a glance, had now seemingly evaporated without a trace.He couldn't move a single finger. The gravitational pressure that had slammed into him had no physical form, but it felt like a giant hand had driven nails into every inch of his meridians."Impossible... what kind of pressure is this?!" Elder You screamed hysterically in his mind. Pure horror drowned what was left of his arrogance. "This is not a Sky Warrior. I have felt the aura of a War Lord, but this is a hundred times more terrifying! Has a sect ancestor risen from his grave?!

The distance between Guan Santong's nose and Xiao Chen's neck was no more than the width of a leaf. The smell of wet earth and the lingering sweetness of the purple ginseng emanated from the ten-year-old boy's breath, wafting over Xiao Chen's pale skin. "The smell of my home." Those five words, spoken in an innocent tone, struck Xiao Chen's sanity like a bolt of lightning on a clear day. Xiao Chen's muscles, which had just been crudely regenerated by the Qilin's Qi, tensed up. The Demon Emperor's brain spun at a speed that surpassed mortal limits, analyzing the absurd entity crouching in front of him. Cultivation levels in the mortal world were limited by the laws of nature up to the 3rd-Tier Sky Warrior. If any mortal being surpassed that limit, the heavens would send a Lightning Tribulation to destroy them or force them to ascend to a higher dimension. But this shirtless boy...