In this chaotic world of vying for power, I can become stronger by marrying a wife.

"Su Ming, this isn't a war, it's a demolition of a house!" Chen Xiu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Despite his words, Chen Xiu moved with lightning speed, drawing his longsword and transforming it into a streak of white light as he charged into the enemy ranks.

Su Ming patted the horse's belly and moved with lightning speed.

"Shenmai Battalion, advance! Shoot anyone you see, blow up any holes you find!"

The three thousand Shenji Battalion soldiers roared, their rapid-fire muskets spitting out dense tongues of fire.

Inside the Abyss, the originally dark and damp caves were illuminated as brightly as day by flares.

Su Ming charged forward, his Heavenly Gang Spear proving invincible.

Just as he stormed into the core hall, a blood-red figure slowly rose from the blood pool.

That was the leader of the Demonic Sect. At this moment, his eyes were completely white, and countless vengeful spirits were swirling around him.

Beneath his feet lay the dying deposed crown prince, Zhou Qian.

"Su Ming, you've come at the perfect time! My Myriad Demon Blood Pool is in dire need of a Champion Marquis's head as a medicinal ingredient!"

The cult leader suddenly opened his eyes, and a terrifying pressure belonging to the True Third Rank swept across the entire area, causing the surrounding stone pillars to shatter.

Su Ming felt the force that was almost crushing his bones, but instead of retreating, he laughed out loud.

A third-rank official? That's about it.

He pulled a golden fragment from his pocket, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"System, activate God-Slaying Mode! Deduct all Luck Points and forcibly activate the Xuanyuan Sword!"

"System, all in!"

Su Ming roared inwardly, his voice filled with a resolute determination to go bankrupt.

[Ding! Warning! Forcibly activating the artifact fragment requires 10000 Luck Points! Host's current balance is insufficient. Overdraft?]

"I'd overspend! I'd sell myself if it meant killing him!"

Su Ming's eyes were bloodshot. The golden fragment in his hand seemed to sense this crazy will and instantly disintegrated, turning into countless golden light points that drilled into his palm.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Inside the Demon Abyss Hall, the previously churning blood pool suddenly calmed down, and the suffocating stench was forcibly dispelled by a vast, upright, and majestic aura.

The demonic cult leader, suspended in mid-air, suddenly changed his expression. For the first time, fear appeared in his pale eyes.

"This is... the Imperial Dragon Qi? Impossible! The Great Zhou's fate is sealed, how could you possibly manipulate the human race's destiny!"

The cult leader screamed, his voice shrill and ghostly. The deposed crown prince Zhou Qian beneath his feet had already been drained of his life essence, lying on the stone platform like a withered human skin.

Su Ming did not answer.

He was in a mysterious state at this moment. In his vision, the once invincible leader of the demonic sect was no longer a high and mighty god, but a mass of black, rotting flesh composed of countless wronged souls and filth.

"Third-grade? That's all?"

Su Ming's lips curled into a mocking smile. The Heavenly Gang Spear in his hand had completely disappeared, replaced by an ancient longsword formed entirely of golden light.

One side of the sword is engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, while the other side is engraved with mountains, rivers, and plants.

Although it's just a phantom, and only a one-time trial card.

But killing a chicken is enough.

"You're playing tricks! I've already reached the third rank; my physical body is immortal, and my soul will live on forever! Die!"

Enraged, the cult leader slammed his hands down.

Boom!

The entire Demon Abyss trembled, the rock walls overhead cracked, and countless blood-red tentacles surged from all directions, attempting to shred Su Ming to pieces.

Su Ming simply raised his hand.

The movements were as slow as those of a frail old man, but in the eyes of the cult leader, this sword strike was faster than the limits of thought.

"This sword is for the fifty thousand people of the Northern Border."

Su Ming murmured softly.

Golden light descended.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no deafening roar.

It has only a smooth feel, similar to a hot knife cutting through butter.

The countless crimson tentacles melted away the ice and snow the moment they touched the golden light.

The demonic energy that the cult leader was so proud of protected him couldn't even last a fraction of a second before it dissipated.

"No--!!"

The cult leader let out a desperate roar. He tried desperately to use Blood Escape and burn his soul to escape, but the golden light seemed to be locked in by the law of cause and effect.

Can't escape.

Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, this sword will still fall.

puff.

A golden light light brushed across the cult leader's neck.

The head, which was said to be indestructible and impervious to water and fire, rolled down with a gurgling sound. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, without a drop of blood flowing out, only golden flames burning wildly.

"Aaaaah! My soul! You're burning my soul!"

The severed head, lying on the ground, was still screaming in agony as golden flames spread along the wounds, directly igniting his soul.

Su Ming dissipated the golden light in his hand, and his whole body seemed to have had its spine removed, almost causing him to kneel on the ground.

[Ding! Killed a True Rank 3 Demonic Cultivator (Weakened State)! Mission Complete!]

[Rewards being processed...]

[Congratulations, host! You have gained 20000 Luck Points! (10000 points remaining after deducting overdraft)]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained a special drop: Demon God's Eye (Fragment)]

[Congratulations, host! The intermediate industrial module has been unlocked!]

Hearing the pleasant notification sound in his mind, a smile finally appeared on Su Ming's pale face.

"20,000 points... This is a good deal."

He forced himself to walk to the cult leader's still-burning head.

At this moment, the cult leader could no longer utter a sound; the golden flames had burned his soul to nothing but a wisp of ashes.

"Su... Su Ming..." The cult leader stared at him venomously, his voice barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz, "You think... you've won? The Great Qian... the Great Qian is backed by......"

puff.

Su Ming raised his foot and stomped on the head until it was crushed.

The golden flames instantly engulfed everything.

"Villains die from talking too much, don't you understand that?"

Su Ming rubbed the sole of his shoe on the ground in disgust. "You're about to die and you still want to leave me with suspense? I'm not listening."

He bent down and picked up a black ring from the pile of ashes.

Storage ring.

This is what he cares about most.

As his mental energy probed in, Su Ming's eyes lit up instantly.

Spirit stones, piled up like mountains! There were also various rare medicinal herbs, ores, and several secret manuals of the Demonic Sect.

"I've struck it rich."

Su Ming transferred everything into the system space without any hesitation.

Just then, the entire Demon Abyss began to shake violently, and large chunks of rock fell from above.

"Oh no, this place is about to collapse!"

Without the support of the cult leader's power, and with the damage to the earth's veins from that sword strike, this place is about to become a wasteland.

Su Ming didn't dare to linger and turned to run.

He paused for a moment as he passed the withered human skin.

That was Zhou Qian.

The once invincible Crown Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty has now met a tragic end, his body and soul drained of their life force.

"In my next life, I don't want to be born into an imperial family."

Su Ming casually tossed down a thunderbolt.

boom!

The flames consumed Zhou Qian's last traces.

……

Outside the Abyss of Demons.

Wei Lang and Chen Xiu were anxiously staring at the collapsed hole.

"Old Chen, the Marquis..." Wei Lang's voice was choked with sobs.

The commotion inside was immense; the aura of destruction sent shivers down their spines even from miles away.

Chen Xiu gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white: "Shut up! That kid's got a tough life on him; even the King of Hell wouldn't dare take him!"

Even so, the old man's hands were trembling slightly.

That's a third-rank official.