For a moment, it seemed like the entire cave was collapsing. Dense black fog surged from a pitch-black void, dimensions violently shaking, and killing intent as deep as the sea!

A pair of hands clad in black scales forcibly tore through the dark void, golden eyes shining brilliantly like the blazing sun.

As the seven Vajra Arhats unleashed their final burst of Qi Force.

As Su Youzhu closed her eyes in that split second.

Gu Jianlin stepped into the dim cavern, his forehead ablaze with crimson Ghost Fire. A molten lava-like energy roared within his physical shell, akin to a dormant volcano ready to erupt. It faintly permeated outward, causing the Void to ripple and tremble.

When he took that step, the dark void was shattered by sheer force!

Boom!

The wind swept up Su Youzhu's black hair, revealing a fractured space and spreading black mist before her.

Within the black fog, a faint, sinister silhouette loomed.

Blazing golden eyes, burning in the darkness!

The seven Vajra Arhats' expressions froze—they hadn't expected anyone to break in at such a critical moment.

In the next instant.

A terrifying presence suffused the entire area!

Whether it was the killing intent radiating from Su Youzhu.

Or the brutality and frenzy of the seven Vajra Arhats.

All forcibly suppressed.

The world went silent, as though trapped in the drumbeats of destruction—a suffocating sense of ruin.

Gu Jianlin's gaze was indifferent, his inner killing intent boiling over.

This time, there was no Ancient Divine Language.

Because now, having advanced to the Third Rank, he was significantly strengthened under Ancient God Transformation.

Facing seven enemies who only surpassed him by one rank, he didn't need that taboo power.

Why use a butcher's blade on a chicken?

He did only one thing—clenching his fist and striking forward.

Thunderous crashes erupted!

The seven Vajra Arhats felt their amassed Qi Force shatter abruptly, as if facing not a fist but an incoming world—utterly defenseless!

Dark ripples erupted wildly, chaotic Qi fragmented like torn shreds.

"Die!"

Gu Jianlin unleashed the Ghost Curse Technique without any medium!

The seven screamed wretchedly as countless black, living spell marks climbed up their bodies, a dense swarm that engulfed them entirely, exuding eerie smoke.

Minds unraveled, spirituality went berserk, flesh dissolved, bones shattered.

With a deafening boom.

Golden Divine Sacrificial Fire ignited underfoot—a scorched expanse that consumed them.

Gu Jianlin suddeny darted forward, pressing his hands down on two heads, slamming them viciously onto the ground!

Boom!

Dark shockwaves rippled!

Amidst the explosion of black light, two Vajra Arhats didn't even have time to scream—they died instantly.

Simultaneously, he vanished from the spot again.

Two more Vajra Arhats froze in terror, feeling cold breaths behind them brushing against their napes. They forcefully unleashed the Qi Force within to shield themselves.

Boom!

A pair of hands tore through their Qi Force, breaking through from behind.

Bloodied hands clutched two still-beating hearts.

The two glanced down in bewilderment at their own hearts, faces frozen in shock.

Gu Jianlin pulled back his hands decisively, flinging the hearts aside carelessly, letting them collapse backward.

At that moment, a torrential Qi wave surged like a sea tide!

Boom!

Gu Jianlin raised his hand, condensing dark particles into his palm!

Another deafening explosion—two Vajra Arhats were hurled against the rock walls from the shockwave before falling. Before they could hit the ground, shadows enveloped them entirely.

Gu Jianlin seized the two by their necks, twisting vigorously!

Crunch!

Their necks snapped brutally, blood splattering across the wall!

Pure and absolute domination in strength and speed!

Even a weakened Supreme.

Was still a Supreme.

Overwhelming six opponents with ease!

Only one left!

The sole remaining Vajra Arhat, though trained as a monk from Xingjue Temple with a supposedly unwavering heart, had his fighting spirit utterly crushed. Trembling, he made a final decision.

Self-destruction!

He spun suddenly, lunging toward the direction of perceived breathing.

Instantly, his body overheated like a boiled shrimp, veins bulging to the brink of detonation!

Su Youzhu recoiled in shock, instinctively attempting to activate Divine Speed Force. Yet, her collapsing body faltered, spiritual energy chaotic within her mind—she could only watch as he lunged toward her.

At the last second, a streak of concentrated black light shot forward, piercing through the monk's heart!

Boom!

It wasn't his self-destruction, but the detonation of negative energy.

The final Vajra Arhat was torn apart into bloody fragments, obliterated entirely.

The violent gusts swept Su Youzhu away like a fallen leaf; her blood-smeared Tang Blade flew from her hand, tracing a sinister arc before landing heavily on the ground.

She coughed heavily again.

But this time, little blood emerged.

The Dragon Horn atop her head gradually receded, the scarlet hue fading from her irises, and the eerie patterns on her skin vanished.

In her state of extreme weakness, her mind momentarily ceased thinking.

She couldn't discern whether he was a foe or an ally.

As she was about to crash to the ground, her mind already blurred.

With a muffled impact.

She fell into an icy embrace.

No warmth, yet inexplicably comforting.

That sensation… felt as if the entire world were holding her close.

"Will you keep being reckless next time?"

Gu Jianlin's cold voice rang out: "Su Youzhu."

The last three words were delivered deliberately.

Each word ice-cold.

Hearing her name and his familiar voice, Su Youzhu's fragile body stiffened for a moment.

Yet when she turned to look up in disbelief.

She saw a familiar face—so real it felt dreamlike.

It was Gu Jianlin's face, as handsome as always, though devoid of expression. But those black-and-white eyes no longer held their previous emptiness.

Because they reflected her face.

She loved this feeling.

His eyes were entirely filled with her.

"How did you manage to chase me here?"

Su Youzhu stared blankly at him, speaking softly.

A tidal wave of surprise and joy engulfed her.

Like a girl praying in darkness, she saw the glow of divinity illuminating her, casting light over her gaze, dispelling all the darkness.

Gu Jianlin held the girl in his arms as countless words crowded his mind. He felt both heartache for her silent sacrifices and anger at her reckless behavior, but ultimately, he said nothing.

Su Youzhu didn't know if it was a dream.

Then she raised her hand, gently poking his chest.

Confirmed it was real—and froze.

Then suddenly, she smiled.

"You look really awkward. Could it be that you're falling for me?"

She was already pale, and her lack of blood made her paler still. Yet her smile carried unprecedented vitality.

Though she had plenty of questions, his presence erased her fears, leaving her slightly dizzy.

She felt the timing was perfect and gently wrapped her arms around his neck, softly whispering: "Hm… Do you just want to hug me like this?"

Gu Jianlin silently lowered his gaze and stared at her, unmoving.

Su Youzhu shot him a teasing look and lightly tiptoed, lifting her delicate, enchanting face.

Her vermilion lips inched closer.

Yet in the final moment, something crossed her mind. She asked earnestly: "Gu Jianlin, do you think if my parents find out we're dating, they'll beat us up?"

He answered her with silence.

Gu Jianlin took a long breath: "Who's dating you? I haven't even confronted you yet."

Su Youzhu: "…"

"Controllable Deformation, Mythical Weapon, and the strategies you intercepted."

Gu Jianlin said coldly, "You're really impressive, Su Youzhu."

[PS: That's all for today. Tomorrow, ten thousand-character update incoming.]