Sky-Scraping Tower

The Dayan Empire had enjoyed a reign of over thirteen hundred years.
The Emperor was critically ill, the Crown Prince was regent, local immortal sects were entrenched, and central authorities were vying for power in the chaotic court.
Upon waking,
Xu Yuan saw a dilapidated temple in the mountain rain at night,
saw the eerie, broken-armed stone Buddha,
and,
the mysterious woman by the fire, her face veiled by thin gauze.
...
...
He had become the ultimate villain's third son, of pure heritage and legitimate lineage.
The fake villain, dressed in fine garments and enjoying luxurious feasts, simply waited to be humiliated, while the real villain was caught by the Big Ice Lump and dragged across the world in flight from the start.
Golden finger?
Only a fake villain relied on a golden finger to get rich, a true villain dared to confront a bleak life!
"If Heaven had not birthed me, Xu Changtian, villains would be as eternal as the never-ending night."
"........"
"Father, save me!"

Let Me Explain, Fairy

This time, Xu Changge did not send Xiulun flying with a direct kick as he had upon their first meeting.


The mud and water, whirled away by the blast of air, trickled quietly back into the large pit torn open in the field.


At the center of the pit, the two men still stood.


Xu Changge's leg crackled down on the side of Xiulun's neck, his slender eyes reflecting a hint of contemplation as he looked down at the towering, nearly kneeling armored warrior before him.


Xiulun, with his neck tilted, his body tall and straight like a banyan tree, leaned forward due to the force, with slightly bent legs and hands bracing against the ground, still standing.


After a moment of stillness, a faint glow began to emerge on Xiulun's heavy iron armor.


Xiulun slowly moved, his massive frame gradually rising—his upper body leaned forward from Xu Changge's kick to the neck—inch by inch, he stood up.


Chapter Four Hundred and Ninety The Strongest_2