Inside the Illusion Realm of the Heavenly Dao Mystic Realm.
One blood-soaked battle after another erupted.
At the center of the storm was, naturally, Lu Ze.
Lu Ze sat smiling atop the peak, leisurely surveying the rings of corpses below.
At first, fewer than ten people had been in his room.
But soon, challengers from every quarter arrived one after another.
Whether to defend their sect's reputation, for the Illusion Alliance, or to prove they were better than Lu Ze...
Whatever their reasons, experts came in an endless stream to challenge him.
Without exception, each became a corpse.
"Life truly is as lonely as snow~"
Lu Ze let out a cheerful sigh.
The Danmu in the live stream immediately erupted.
Damn, Old Devil Lu got to show off!
Why is Old Devil Lu so ridiculously strong in the Illusion Realm?
How could he not be? Who under heaven understands illusion realms better than Old Devil Lu?
Changing the Illusion Realm's rules is just a crooked trick... Once the real hidden big shots come out, even Old Devil Lu might not hold up.
Yeah, yeah. He should quit while he's ahead. This is plenty.
"Wonderful, wonderful..."
The Fragment of the Heavenly Dao's delighted murmur echoed in Lu Ze's ear.
The greatest reason Lu Ze could toy with experts from every quarter was the Fragment of the Heavenly Dao hidden beside him.
That golden hand, which casually crushed people into pulp, was its work.
Even as they chatted, the Fragment of the Heavenly Dao slapped another nameless expert who had come seeking death into the grave.
Lu Ze narrowed his eyes, unsurprised, and looked into the distance.
"Heh. Finally here?"
Lu Ze gave a cold laugh.
"What wretch dares run wild on my turf?"
A furious shout rang out from the