Destruction God Armor! A Villain's Aura Must Be Preserved

"You... ah, forget it, Little Ling, don't worry about this."

"Take this card, go out and get something good to eat. From now on, Mother won't force you to marry Lingling anymore."

His old mother, sniffling and weeping, pulled a gold card from In Arms and stuffed it into Su Ling's hand, then pushed him out the door.

She even remembered to peel Xiao Wu off him and comfort her properly.

Su Ling: "Emm..."

Su Ling stared blankly at the card in his hand, still processing as he was shoved out of the house.

"Is my life... already ruined..."

Standing outside the door, Su Ling looked up at the sky, feeling like his life had shattered into pieces.

He'd just wanted to make a brief appearance in front of the main cast—how had things spiraled this far?

Suddenly, a sob came from behind him. Su Ling turned to look.

There was Ye Lingling, leaning against the wall outside, crying her heart out in grievance.

Her tears weren't just pear blossoms in the rain—they were a steady drizzle, like a wronged child.

Thinking of how Su Ling had always been cold to her, yet had hugged and held Xiao Wu at first sight, even threatening to make her his woman—

Ye Lingling felt a pang of bitterness in her heart, and her tears fell even harder.

"Su Ling... you're too much!" Ye Lingling lifted her Tear-Misted face. "I hate you!"

She wiped her cheeks forcefully, but the tears only spread more.

Su Ling was silent for a moment, then turned to leave.

Seeing this, Ye Lingling panicked and instinctively grabbed his sleeve.

"Wait!" Her voice was choked with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let go. "You... don't you have anything to explain?"

Su Ling stopped but didn't turn back.

In the sunlight, his profile looked especially cold and sharp.

"Explain what?" His voice was calm. "Didn't you already see it?"

"But... but..." Ye Lingling bit her Lips, tears streaming again. "I don't believe you're that kind of person..."

Su Ling slowly turned around, meeting Ye Lingling's reddened eyes, and sighed inwardly.

In her First Life, she'd been just as stubborn, chasing after him even when he gave her cold shoulders, never giving up.

But in the end, she'd died because of him.

"Does it matter if you believe me or not?" He curled the corner of his mouth, deliberately looking away with indifference. "Also, I'm busy. Please stop bothering me."

With that, he turned and walked off. He had no idea when Gu Yuena would strike, and getting more entangled with Ye Lingling would only harm her.

"Hey! Su Ling, explain clearly. How am I supposed to understand if you don't?"

Seeing Su Ling still refusing to look back, Ye Lingling stomped her foot in frustration, lifted her skirt, and chased after him.

She grabbed his arm, her voice cracking with heart-wrenching grievance:

"I don't get it! I really don't! Why are you deliberately pushing me away? Why are you doing all this?"

"It's so strange! Did I do something you hate? If I did... tell me! I'll change."

"But if you won't say it, I really don't understand!"

Ye Lingling's cries echoed through the empty corridor, drawing stares from everyone around.

Even Ye Wanqing upstairs and the Shrek group turned their attention this way.

"Lingling, come up here and heal this fatty. Su Ling! You little brat, get lost if you want to live. Bully Lingling again, and I'll have your dad break your legs!"

Ye Wanqing's voice came from the second floor, laced with anger.

Ye Lingling finally let go, her face falling with disappointment, tears rolling down like a Broken String of Pearls.

She stared at Su Ling's icy, indifferent expression, feeling her heart twist in pain.

"Fine... I'll go." She choked out, turning and stumbling toward the stairs.

Su Ling: "Emm..."

Feeling his mother's murderous glare on him, He suddenly realized this house was no longer livable.

The auction in Heaven Dou City was the most renowned in the entire Heaven Dou Empire.

Backed by the Imperial Family and various major sects, You could buy anything you wanted here.

From Soul Bones to Soul Tools, even Slaves—everything was available.

Su Ling stood at the auction entrance, gazing at the golden, magnificent doors, his heart ice-cold.

In his First Life, after he became emperor, he wanted to send people to investigate this auction house.

But every single person he sent was killed.

Some even dared to write threatening letters to him.

If he kept investigating, they'd even dare to kill him, the emperor himself.

That alone showed how massive the interests involved were.

Su Ling was now draped in a wide Black Robe, his face hidden in the hood's Shadows, the hem fluttering without wind as eerie black mist swirled around him.

That black mist was filled with the aura of death, destruction, and darkness, warping the very light around it.

At first glance, he looked like a Big Boss villain on the move, exuding overwhelming pressure.

Su Ling watched the once-crowded entrance of the auction house scatter like birds and beasts at the sight of him, and couldn't help nodding in satisfaction.

It wasn't for nothing that he had deliberately worn the Destruction God Armor he'd forged in his Previous Life as a God King before leaving—the effect was maxed out.

This time, Su Ling's main purpose was to sell the pills he had on hand.

After all, taking a Soul Enlightenment Pill a second time could only replenish Soul Power and heal injuries—it was a bit of a waste.

So it was better to just trade them for Gold Soul Coins.

When Su Ling entered the auction hall, the noisy lobby instantly fell silent.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

After a long pause, a Young Girl was pushed forward to receive him.

She held back her fear, her voice trembling slightly, but still maintained a professional smile.

"I'm here to sell something. Get me someone who's in charge." Su Ling said in a cold, indifferent tone.

"Y-yes, sir. Please follow me."

The Young Girl hurriedly made a gesture of invitation, then turned and walked away quickly.

Passing through a corridor carpeted in scarlet, the Young Girl led him to a luxurious room adorned with gems and gold decorations.

"Please wait a moment, sir. I'll go fetch the manager." The Young Girl bowed, then fled the room as if escaping.

Before long, an elegant and noble beauty slowly descended the stairs.

She wore a silver palace gown, every movement exuding grace and poise.

"Esteemed guest, may I ask what treasure you wish to sell?"

Tang Yuehua bowed gracefully, her voice as pleasant as a clear spring, but beads of cold sweat had already formed on her forehead.

Tang Yuehua possessed a special domain that could soothe all negative emotions in the world.

But the moment her domain touched Su Ling's deathly aura.

She felt as if her very existence was about to be devoured entirely.

She could sense that the destructive aura on Su Ling was thousands of times more terrifying than any Titled Douluo.

This was not a power that humans could possess—it felt more like a God's Pressure.