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Warning: R18 Content "System." [YES HOST] "Purchase Nuke." [AFFIRMATIVE]
"System."
A cold eloquent voice murmured into the hall. Trudging his way through the heavenly throne. Unfazed by the stares of the vying eyes, ready to take his life at any given opportunity.
[YES, HOST]
The man grinned as he heard the voice resounding in his mind. He once again spoke in a low, domineering voice whilst nearing the end of his path.
"Tell me, what's the most powerful weapon currently in the shop?"
The monotonous voice of the System replied.
[NUKE]
The man's deep black and purplish pupils were stunned as he heard a new profound word he hadn't heard of in his entire life.
"How much would it cost me to buy this Nuke?"
The system replied.
[THE SYSTEM HAS DEEMED THE HOST TO HAVE A SUFFICIENT AMOUNT OF POINTS TO PURCHASE THE ITEM]
He halted momentarily just a few steps onto his throne.
"Status Window."
A game-like blue translucent panel appeared right in front of him.
[STATUS]
Name: Li Tianluo
Age: 1098
Gender: Male
Characteristics: Cold-blooded, Aloof, Cultivation Maniac
Title: Heavenly Demon, Judge of Fire, Ruler of the 7 Continental Alliance, Ice Cold Murderer, Attractive Male Lead, Curse of Heaven and Earth, Creator of Martial Arts, Sole Inheritor,...
Cultivation: Overlord, Peak Stage
Affiliation: Supreme Ruler of the Demonic Cultivators, Head of the Alliance
Spouse: None
Skills: ERROR. TOO MANY TO DESCRIBE
Skill Level: SUPREME
Skill Points: 1,000,000,000,000,999
Shop Points: 100,009,643,324,865.09
The man with a long dark and purplish eye, black hair similar to the abyss and a refined figure befitting that of the title Heavenly Demon. Wearing a long flowing black robe draped over his body, a belt coloured exactly resembling his eyes and a long narrow sash embroidered with a thousand dragons similar to the colour of his hair, he spoke gratifyingly towards himself.
"As expected of me."
He stared for a few seconds at the screen before closing it.
"Close, Status Window."
Li Tianluo gazes at the empty throne with an aloof expression.
"The path of cultivation does not end with a mere throne."
He said aloud aimed towards the vying eyes and prowling tigers before walking another step.
Murderous gaze lurked within the hall, though all of it was just empty threats and child's play in front of Tianluo.
As he arrived in front of the throne, he extended his right hand, touching its handle parallel to his position.
He looked down on it as much as he looked down on the world. Unpleasant memories of his childhood then rushed into his head which made him a tiny bit angry, inevitably destroying the throne with a loud burst of Demonic Energy.
*BANG!*
The explosion resounded inside the hall, and the pieces which were blown away by the sudden burst killed half of the spectators.
Tianluo glanced at the bloody corpses lying down behind the curtain. There, he saw a man holding a weapon infused with Demonic Qi along with the scent of poison.
"This person. Does he not know that mere poison does not work on me?"
He turned his gaze towards the crowd to his left, silently he murmured.
"Old man. If you wish to take the throne, just say it.
This throne is just mere decoration in front of the real article."
The person he was staring at the deep end of the crowd was his own Father who begrudgingly got dethroned by his son.
Tianluo let out a murderous grin as he stared at his blood. Meeting eye to eye, his Father clicked his tongue, turning his head to his side and avoiding his son's gaze.
Tianluo then completely turned his back, facing the crowds. Extending both of his arms, he sneered at them on top of looking down on all of them with a predatory gaze.
"Weak! You're all far too weak!"
He said mockingly, only to be answered with the sound of gritting teeth and popping veins.
All of them knew that no one in this world would or could ever match up to his brilliance, especially in the level of cultivation.
Achieving the Final level of cultivation within a mere thousand years.
Right as the silence was about to engulf the hall, at the end of the hallway, a woman appeared shouting his name.
"LI TIANLUO!"
Tianluo looked at the strange woman who knew no fear.
"Are you perhaps here to add to the pile of bodies?"
He said sarcastically all the while still looking down on everybody.
The woman, successfully attracting his attention, once again shouted.
"LI TIANLUO! DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST LEAVE ME OUT THERE WITH A BUNCH OF HOOLIGANS?!"
Tianluo tilted his head, confused about what she was talking about.
"Girly, even if you get raped by a thousand men outside, you'll remain the silly and unfaithful woman I've ever seen in my entire life."
A vein popped up at the woman's forehead; gritting her teeth, she walked straight towards the blood-stained carpet.
"Y-YOU!"
However, with every step she took, the more the eyes were locked upon her. Most have lecherous gazes and impure thoughts about her after seeing her fine alluring figure drenched with a white sticky fluid all over her body.
"So, was it enjoyable to be pleasured by those pigs out there?"
Tianluo mocked her even more as the light in the hall showed her current state.
"Tsk!"
Walking down the path carved only for the strong, she clicked her tongue in disgust, hearing his mockery.
"That dress suits you.
Perfect for a slut like you; I'll even give you a 10 out of 10 for the hard-earned decorations all over your body."
Hearing Tianluo's uncaring expression, one of the crowd who couldn't handle Cui Zanshan's beauty and alluring figure jumped right behind her with a lecherous smile carved all over his face.
"Sect Leader! Can I make this woman mine?! I'll even offer you my life in exchange!"
Li Tianluo lowered his arms and looked at the person who dared dirty his title as Sect Leader by speaking out using his pigsty mouth.
He looked at the person who jumped behind Cui Zanshan's back and stared coldly and murderously.
"Do you think you're qualified to fuck my ex-fiance?"
His eyes glowed like a devil in disguise, killing him with a stare. The body simply exploded mid-air, bursting inside out of the hall. Splattering all over the still-alive spectators.
