A greedy protagonist? I'm greedier-I want both the slaughter divine law and the villain points

In the Arena, Zi He gracefully ascended the platform.

She wore a tight purple dress, a gold chain at her waist studded with blood-red gems. A barely perceptible trace of exhaustion hid behind her alluring eyes.

She raised a hand, and the crowd gradually quieted.

"Next match—Yang Kong challenges a Supreme Realm opponent above his realm!"

The stands fell silent for a moment, then erupted.

"Above his realm?! Yang Kong's going to fight someone in the Supreme Realm?!"

"Hunyuan Realm against Supreme Realm—that's an entire major realm apart!"

"But Yang Kong has won all one hundred and sixty of his fights! He's never lost!"

"The odds are out! Two to one on Yang Kong, one and a half to one on Hu Yuan!"

"I'm betting on Yang Kong! All in! Everything!"

Su Linxian reclined in his armchair, his gaze resting on the purple figure atop the platform.

A system panel silently appeared.

[Name: Zi He]

[Identity: Arena slave]

[Title: Heaven-Destined Heroine]

[Realm: Fengwang Realm, sixth level]

[Fate thread: Entangled with Heaven-Destined Protagonist Yang Kong]

[Heaven-Destined Points: 100000]

Luo Wutian turned toward a subordinate and lowered his voice.

"Is everything arranged?"

The subordinate leaned closer and answered quietly.

"Rest assured, City Lord. This time, we've arranged for the Demon Race cultivator Hu Yuan, at the fourth level of the Supreme Realm."

"He's a demon native to the Withered Bone Dao Domain, with a powerful physique and a savage bloodline. His combat strength rivals a human at the peak of the Supreme Realm."

"There won't be any problems."

Luo Wutian nodded slightly, a vicious grin curling his lips.

Fourth level of the Supreme Realm, with strength rivaling a human at its peak.

Yang Kong was only in the Hunyuan Realm. No matter how heaven-defying he was, he couldn't possibly cross such a vast chasm!

This time, victory was his!

"Hahaha! Good!"

Holding his teacup, Su Linxian suddenly spoke.

"That woman is rather nice."

Luo Wutian froze for a moment, then followed his gaze and hastily offered an ingratiating smile.

"Do you mean Zi He, Your Highness? She's merely a slave."

"If Your Highness likes her, I'll give her to you."

"Someone, bring Zi He up."

Before long, Zi He was brought into the pavilion.

Her head was lowered and her steps cautious, a trace of apprehension in her alluring eyes.

Earlier, down below, she had noticed an unfamiliar young man in white in the pavilion.

Now, standing before him at close range, she felt an invisible pressure envelop her entire body.

Even her breathing became careful and restrained.

"Zi He, this is His Highness, the Divine Son of the Su Family, an Emperor Clan," Luo Wutian said gravely. "Hurry and pay your respects."

Zi He hurriedly knelt.

"This slave, Zi He, pays her respects to Your Highness."

Su Linxian glanced at her, his tone indifferent.

"No need. Sit wherever you like."

Zi He froze.

Sit wherever she liked?

A slave, in front of the City Lord and the Divine Son of an Emperor Clan, could sit wherever she liked?

She looked up at Luo Wutian, who hurriedly nodded his assent.

Only then did she cautiously rise and sit on a low stool in the corner.

She kept her back perfectly straight and her hands on her knees, not daring even to breathe loudly.

On the fighting platform below, a new announcer had already taken Zi He's place.

"Let the match begin!"

The stands erupted once more.

Yang Kong walked slowly out of the passageway.

He wore long black robes, blood baleful intent swirling around him, his expression cold and composed.

Su Linxian said, "So it's him..."

[Name: Yang Kong]

[Identity: Divine Sun Sect]

[Title: Heaven-Destined Protagonist]

[Realm: Hunyuan Realm, peak]

[Extractable Dao: Slaughter divine law · Divine, immortal Dao · Ultimate...]

[Heaven-Destined Points: 500000]

That strand of order divine laws was indeed on him.

Su Linxian narrowed his eyes.

Yang Kong reached the center of the fighting platform and looked up toward the pavilion.

His gaze passed through the layers of spectators and landed precisely on that purple figure.

Zi He sat beside the young man in white, her head lowered, her expression hidden.

Zi He?

Yang Kong's pupils contracted slightly.

Who was that young man in white?

He could sense no aura from him whatsoever.

Yet that very blankness sent an inexplicable chill rising through his heart.

The man sat there, utterly empty around him, as though he were the void itself.

He was clearly close at hand, yet seemed separated by an infinite distance.

"What a terrifying aura..." Yang Kong shuddered.

He had only ever felt this sensation from one person...

The Primordial Goddess inside that crystal coffin!

The slaughter divine law within him had come from her.

Yang Kong's heart sank slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

He withdrew his gaze and turned it back to the burly figure opposite him.

Hu Yuan.

An extraordinarily tall Demon Race cultivator, his entire body covered in dark yellow tiger stripes.

His muscles knotted like iron, and his hands were two enormous tiger claws, their tips gleaming coldly.

His savage, formidable aura at the fourth level of the Supreme Realm pressed down until the air around the platform hummed and trembled.

"A brat in the Hunyuan Realm." Hu Yuan grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs.

"You've got guts, daring to challenge someone above your realm."

"Too bad guts can't bridge the gap between realms."

Yang Kong wasted no words.

"Come."

He formed seals with both hands, and the blood baleful intent around him surged wildly.

It gathered into a blood-red sun above his head.

The sun grew larger and brighter.

It radiated intensely searing light, bathing the entire fighting platform in blood red.

The Divine Sun Sect's supreme technique, Great Sun Incinerates Heaven.

"Go."

The blood-red sun thundered down toward Hu Yuan.

Hu Yuan snorted coldly and crossed his claws in front of him.

His dark yellow tiger stripes lit up, and a thick barrier of demonic power formed before him.

The blood-red sun struck the barrier and exploded.

Boom!!

The entire fighting platform shook.

But only a few fine cracks appeared in the barrier, and they healed in an instant.

Hu Yuan burst out of the explosion's aftermath at tremendous speed.

His claws tore through the void, raking down at Yang Kong's head.

"Die, brat!!"

Yang Kong's expression changed. He dodged sideways and struck Hu Yuan beneath the ribs with a backhanded palm.

The blow carried the lingering power of Great Sun Incinerates Heaven, forcing a muffled grunt from Hu Yuan.

But Hu Yuan's body was far too tough. The blow left only a faint white mark beneath his ribs.

Hu Yuan grinned viciously and swept a claw across Yang Kong's shoulder.

Riiip—

Blood sprayed.

Yang Kong was sent flying, rolling several times across the platform before steadying himself.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Yang Kong!!"

In the stands, the gamblers who had bet on Yang Kong cried out in alarm.

"Don't you dare lose!! I've even staked my wife and children on you!!"

Inside the pavilion, Luo Wutian could no longer suppress his smile at the sight.

"Yang Kong is certain to lose this fight!"

"What do you think, Your Highness?"

Su Linxian held his teacup and took an unhurried sip.

"He still has tricks he hasn't used."

"I'm afraid that demon is no match for him."

Inside the Arena.

Yang Kong rose from the ground and wiped the blood from his mouth.

There was no fear in his eyes. Instead, a flame kindled within them.

"Fourth level of the Supreme Realm, rivaling a human at its peak..."

"You really are strong."

He murmured under his breath, and the blood baleful intent around him suddenly began to contract.

Instead of spreading outward, it gathered into his body.

The blood baleful intent condensed into a thin layer of dark red armor over his skin.

Ancient patterns flowed across the armor, like some long-lost body-tempering art.

"Again!"

Hu Yuan raised his brows slightly.

"Interesting."

"Roar!"

He lunged again, his claws tearing through the void as dark yellow demonic power gathered at their tips into two crescent-shaped blades of light.

The blades slashed down in a cross, cutting the entire fighting platform into four pieces.

Yang Kong charged straight at him, the dark red armor gathering into a shield before him.

Bang!

The blades struck the shield, scattering sparks across the sky.

The shield shattered, but Yang Kong had already passed through the explosion's aftermath and appeared before Hu Yuan.

He unleashed a punch!

All his blood baleful intent was concentrated in that fist.

Dark red light flickered over his knuckles, as though an entire blood sun had been compressed into a single punch.

Hu Yuan's pupils contracted, and he crossed his claws before him.

Fist met claws with a thunderous crash.

Hu Yuan was driven back several steps, fine cracks appearing across his claws.

He glanced down at his claws, and at last, a trace of solemnity entered his eyes.

The battle between man and demon had reached a fever pitch.

Hu Yuan held nothing back now, unleashing the full power of his fourth-level Supreme Realm cultivation.

"Tiger Roars Through the Mountains!"

Dark yellow demonic power gathered around him, forming an enormous tiger phantom.

The tiger phantom stood over a hundred feet tall, savage demonic energy swirling around its body. It opened its blood-drenched maw toward Yang Kong and swallowed that blazing sun whole!

"Let this end!"

Yang Kong drew a deep breath.

"The Demon Race's innate divine abilities really are powerful..."

Judging by this, he probably could not end this battle without drawing on the power of the Slaughter Divine Law...

Humm!

In that instant, all the blood-red baleful energy around Yang Kong withdrew. He became like a blade returned to its sheath.

His edge was hidden, yet he was even more dangerous than before.

He raised his right hand, pressed his index and middle fingers together, and lightly traced a line before him.

A dark red gleam flashed at his fingertips and vanished.

"Perish!"

That gleam was as fine as a strand of hair, yet it carried an aura that made the entire Arena tremble.

The Slaughter Divine Law!

This is bad!

Hu Yuan's pupils abruptly contracted. Instinct told him something was wrong.

Before that hair-thin dark red ray, his barrier of demonic power was like thin ice meeting a red-hot iron spike.

It was pierced, shattered, and dissolved without a sound.

Squelch!

That power struck Hu Yuan between the brows with flawless precision.

It emerged from the back of his head, trailing a spray of dark red blood.

Hu Yuan's body suddenly stiffened.

His dark yellow tiger markings dimmed all at once, and the ferocity in his eyes rapidly faded.

His mouth opened and closed, his throat working with a rattling sound, but no words came out.

Boom!

His massive body pitched forward.

It slammed into the fighting platform, sending yellow sand flying everywhere.

Hu Yuan was dead!

The entire venue fell deathly silent.

Yang Kong lowered his fingers and swept an indifferent glance over the corpse at his feet.

The blood-red baleful energy around him slowly dispersed, revealing his stern, youthful face beneath.

He looked up toward the pavilion, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

"Announce it."

The announcer froze for a moment.

"One hundred and sixty-one victories."

In the stands, the gamblers who had bet on Yang Kong erupted in earth-shaking roars.

"Yang Kong! Yang Kong! Yang Kong!"

"Hahaha! He won! He won again! I made a million this time!"

"Hu Yuan's dead! He killed Hu Yuan, a fourth-level Supreme Realm cultivator?"

"Yang Kong is invincible!"

Inside the pavilion.

Zi He stood on the raised platform, watching the black-clad figure standing proudly below, and softly exhaled.

Fuck!!

Luo Wutian's expression was utterly grim, his aura surging wildly.

We lost again?!

Su Linxian's eyes suddenly lit up.

The instant that dark red ray appeared, the Dao-Origin Return Flow technique within his sea of consciousness resonated intensely.

"So, the power of the Slaughter Divine Law," Su Linxian murmured, his lips curving.

Thud.

Beside him, one of Luo Wutian's subordinates had collapsed onto the floor.

His lips were deathly pale, his entire body trembling, and his voice shook so badly that he could barely get the words out.

"City Lord... according to the odds... the casino has to pay out over seven hundred million... Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones this time..."

Luo Wutian's face turned livid.

"Didn't you say we couldn't possibly lose?!"

His clenched fists cracked, and veins bulged at his temples.

He was like a volcano on the verge of erupting.

Seven hundred million!

Together with the four hundred and thirty million already paid out, Yang Kong alone had won away more than half the reserves Blood Cliff City had accumulated over ten thousand years!

Luo Wutian's chest heaved violently. Several times, he nearly exploded.

But whenever his gaze fell on the white-clad figure beside him, he forcibly restrained himself.

"This fellow is rather interesting."

Su Linxian stared at the black-clad figure below and spoke.

"Bring him up."

Luo Wutian paused, then waved to his subordinate.

The subordinate scrambled out of the pavilion.

Before long, Yang Kong was brought into the pavilion.

The moment he stepped inside.

Su Linxian set down his teacup and spoke casually.

"Not bad. The Slaughter Divine Law."

"You've mastered that power quite well."

Boom!

Yang Kong's pupils contracted sharply.

His back instantly tensed, and the blood-red baleful energy around him stirred almost instinctively.

The Slaughter Divine Law was his greatest trump card!

It was the supreme opportunity he had obtained from the Primordial Goddess, something he had never mentioned to anyone.

Divine laws were elusive and intangible, existing only in the legends of the myriad heavens. Even the lord of Blood Cliff City did not recognize it.

Yet the man before him had identified it with a single remark!

"You..." Wariness deepened in Yang Kong's eyes as he spoke in a low voice.

"Who are you?"

Luo Wutian shouted angrily, "Yang Kong! The man before you is the Divine Son of the Su Family, an Emperor Clan!"

"Why haven't you paid your respects to His Highness the Divine Son?!"

Someone from an Emperor Clan?!

Yang Kong frowned and cupped his hands.

"So you are from an Emperor Clan. I am Yang Kong. My respects, Your Highness."

Su Linxian nodded slightly. "Mm."

Luo Wutian said, "Yang Kong, you've already won over a hundred million spirit stones. You can leave now, can't you?"

Is he trying to drive me away?

Yang Kong looked at Luo Wutian and grinned.

"City Lord, I've followed the rules and earned my spirit stones fairly through the matches. If you want me to leave, fine."

"Give me two hundred million Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones, and I'll go."

"Blood Cliff City has vast holdings. Surely two hundred million spirit stones are nothing to you, City Lord."

Zi He's pretty face suddenly went pale. "Yang Kong, didn't you say..."

Two hundred million?!

Luo Wutian's expression darkened completely.

He really is opening a lion's maw to demand a fortune!

"Hmph!"

A terrifying aura abruptly erupted around him.

The entire pavilion hummed and shuddered under his pressure.

Teacups bounced on the table, and the curtains snapped in the waves of force.

Luo Wutian said, "Junior! I've spared you time and again only because you belong to the Divine Sun Sect."

"Don't think Blood Cliff City is easy to bully!"

Yang Kong's expression remained calm, his gaze cool and sharp, like a blade ready to leave its sheath at any moment.

"Are you trying to crush me with your power, City Lord?"

"If you can't afford to lose, you're welcome to close this fighting casino!"

There was a trace of undisguised mockery in Yang Kong's voice.

"If you're unwilling, that's fine too. I'll leave once I've won two hundred million myself."

"You should know, City Lord, that I am invincible among those in my realm!"

He knew that, as a member of the Divine Sun Sect, he was someone Blood Cliff City could not afford to offend!

The tension inside the pavilion stretched to its limit.

Just then, Su Linxian spoke.

"You..."

"Seem to be rather short of spirit stones?"

His voice was quiet, yet it was like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's heads.

Luo Wutian's aura abruptly faltered.

Yang Kong stiffened slightly as well.

Both men turned toward the white-clad figure at the same time.

Su Linxian lightly tapped his fingers against the armrest.

Yang Kong's gaze flickered.

Was he short of spirit stones?

Yes!

More than anyone!

Deep within his sea of consciousness lay a crystal coffin, holding the sleeping Primordial Goddess.

She was also the source of the Slaughter Divine Law.

He needed a vast quantity of spirit stones to awaken her—the more, the better!

Yang Kong fell silent for a moment and said nothing.

Su Linxian gave a faint smile and spoke unhurriedly.

"Let's talk."

"I've taken a liking to that Slaughter Divine Law of yours."

"Hand it over to me, and I can give you as many spirit stones as you want."

What?!

Yang Kong's pupils abruptly contracted.

He jerked his head up, shock, anger, and disbelief churning in his eyes.

"Impossible!"

His voice suddenly rose, and every part of his dark red armor lit up at once.

Blood-red baleful energy surged uncontrollably from his body.

The Slaughter Divine Law was his foundation, the source of all his power!

Handing it over would mean destroying his own future!

I would rather die than hand over the Slaughter Divine Law.

Luo Wutian narrowed his eyes. So this Divine Son of an Emperor Clan had taken a liking to the fellow's Slaughter Divine Law...

That was just as well. Blood Cliff City could not afford to offend the Divine Sun Sect, but given His Highness's status, never mind a mere Yang Kong—even the Divine Sun Emperor would have to submit if he appeared!

"Yang Kong! Don't fail to recognize what's good for you!"

"It's your honor that His Highness the Divine Son has taken a liking to something of yours!"

Yang Kong's gaze was as sharp as a blade.

"Your Highness, are you intending to take it by force?"

Su Linxian smiled.

The smile was faint, gentle even.

Yet to Yang Kong, it sent a chill down his spine.

"With the means at my disposal, I have ten thousand ways to obtain the slaughter divine law you possess."

Su Linxian shook his head and spoke with a smile, his tone casual.

"But I do not like schemes or using my power to crush others."

He rose and walked to the window.

His gaze fell on the Yellow Sand Arena below.

The bloodstains on the arena had yet to dry completely, and Hu Yuan's corpse had already been dragged away.

Yet the air was still thick with the stench of blood.

Seen from behind, Su Linxian was tall and straight, his white robes fluttering gently in the breeze.

The stellar origin needed to nurture a primordial true beast was costly.

Besides, great dao power could be purchased in the System Shop.

So.

Whether it was the slaughter divine law or Yang Kong's heaven-destined points...

I want them all!