282: He's completely lost it! The lazy god is about to flip the table!

Liu Canghai was completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly up at that mountain of Spirit Stones piled high with endless wealth, then fixed his gaze on the yellow springs demonic sword atop the peak. It emitted a terrifying Imperial Might and was a perfect match for his Nine Nether Demonic Cult's Cultivation Techniques. His mind went completely blank.

An Im... Imperial Weapon?

Another Imperial Weapon?!

His son-in-Law had casually tossed out an Imperial Weapon just as compensation?

Liu Canghai felt his worldview being crushed into dust on the ground once again by Su Chen's inhumane display of wealth.

Liu Canghai pinched his thigh hard, and the sharp pain told him that everything before his eyes was real.

He looked at Su Chen's profile, which was as cold as ten-thousand-year-old profound ice. Grief, shock, wild joy... a thousand emotions churned in his heart, but in the end, only one remained.

It was an awe and fanaticism enough to drown out everything else!

"Thud!"

The local tyrant of the Nine Nether Demonic Cult felt his knees go weak, and he actually performed a full prostration toward Su Chen's retreating figure.

"Benefactor's great righteousness!"

"From this day forward, everyone in my Nine Nether Demonic Cult, from top to bottom, will follow your lead!"

"If I violate this oath, may heaven and earth destroy me!"

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried a decisiveness as if he were betting his very Soul on it.

In this moment, he understood.

As long as he could cling tightly to this golden thigh that was thicker than an Imperial Weapon, never mind one Imperial Weapon...

In the future, unifying the Demonic Path and reigning over Xuanyuan would not be a mere dream!

Su Chen, however, didn't even bother to give him another glance.

He refused to let anyone see him off. Under the gaze of countless eyes filled with awe and fanaticism, his body flickered. He activated the Great Void Technique to violently tear open the void, and his figure vanished instantly.

Inside the spatial tunnel.

The bizarre and colorful turbulence could no longer pique even half a bit of his interest.

These distorted patches of color receded frantically like invisible heavy hammers, repeatedly striking his already crack-riddled sanity.

Su Chen was expressionless, but his eyes were terrifyingly hollow.

The images in his mind were replaying frantically, every frame serving as a public execution of his pride.

Liu Ruyan's pretty face, which usually carried three parts charm and seven parts flirtatiousness, was now filled with terror and tears. Those cries of "Darling Su, save me" were the first poisonous needles driven into his heart.

The scene shifted to Ye Linghan.

Even though she was also being sucked away, she remained domineering and arrogant. That sentence, "Wait for this seat to go to that Netherworld and conquer an eternal territory for you as a betrothal gift," still rang in his ears.

That was the second needle.

Finally, the image froze.

It froze on his own pathetic state, being swatted away like a fly by that Law barrier, coughing up blood with ease.

That cold, deathly silent will, full of absolute rejection, still echoed arrogantly in his Sea of Consciousness.

[Ants are forbidden to enter!]

Slap!

A crisp sound suddenly exploded within the deathly silent spatial tunnel.

Su Chen gave himself an incredibly loud slap across the face.

The burning pain finally gave his chaotic thoughts a momentary pause.

And it was precisely this moment of pause that completely ignited the humiliation and fury he had been suppressing deep inside!

[What kind of damn betrothal gift is that?!]

[To actually let a woman go ahead and scout the path for you, to conquer that so-called bullshit territory for you?!]

[Where is my, Su Chen's, face?! Do I even want it anymore?!]

An unprecedented irritability and malice, like a volcano that had been dormant for eighteen years, erupted from the bottom of his heart. The lava instantly washed away all his salted fish philosophy.

He had always thought that since he held the script and knew the future, he could safely be a salted fish, manipulating everything from behind the scenes and enjoying life.

He thought that relying on the System's Divine Abilities and Magic Treasures would be enough to handle everything.

But today, reality had given him the loudest slap in the face in the most cruel and humiliating way possible.

Before Laws of a higher dimension, everything he was proud of was as fragile as a joke.

He didn't even have the qualification to give chase!

[salted fish?]

[Rotting away?]

[Rot my ass!]

[If I can't even protect my own women, if I don't even have the ability to chase after them, what kind of fucking salted fish am I!]

Su Chen's eyes were gradually stained with blood-red, and a crazed ruthlessness rose from the deepest depths of his gaze.

He thought of those righteous Sons of Destiny in the Xuanhuan novels from Blue Star. Which one of them hadn't carved out their supreme reputation through blood and fire?

Which one of them hadn't crushed everything in their path, killing gods if they stood in the way?

And what about him? Relying on a broken diary, he wanted to win while lying down?

[Win while lying down?]

[Win my ass!]

[From today on, if I don't out-grind all of you to death, my surname isn't Su!]

In this moment, Su Chen's mindset was completely shattered by his own slap, and then reshaped!

He was going to grind!

Grind until the very end!

He wanted to become the most powerful existence in this world—no, in the Myriad Realms!

He wanted to personally tear open that damn green passage, rush into that so-called "Netherworld," and drag those two worrisome women back, every single one of them!

And then... give them a proper "judgment"!

Boom!

The spatial barrier ahead was actually shattered prematurely by the sheer force of his violent emotions. The familiar Divine Son Peak of the Everlasting Su Family was already in sight.

Su Chen took a step out.

He restrained all his killing intent, but he could no longer hold back the sharpness and decisiveness that permeated his very bones.

He was like a malevolent sword that had been boldly unsheathed from an ancient scabbard, finally ready to taste blood.

His gaze was cold and hungry.