Martial Soul: Luo Sanpao, Starting by Conquering Liu Erlong! - Chapter 264: Seven Blood-Red 100,000-Year Soul Rings Radiating with Aura

The objective was the World Domination.

108 Demons and their Dungeons descended upon the land as they battled each other to become the Strongest Dungeon Master.

Isaac Constantine, a Demon Baron who managed to survive until the end of the game, only to meet betrayal that lead to his death.

Just as he thought it was over, he received a second chance

[Artefact Sand of Time has been activated.]

[Players can restart the game.]

[Synchronizing…]

[Displaying status]

[Isaac Constantine - Rank 99]

The battle between Dungeon Masters has restarted!

With a thirst for revenge, Isaac swore to create the best Dungeon and the Strongest army to win the game. Demons, Monsters, Superhumans even God himself will know his name.

Follow Isaac's story as he Rebirth to become the strongest Dungeon master

Abandoned on the battlefield, all he could do was endure the hellish life. He had no family to rely on, as they had turned their backs on him.A soul from the battlefield, Lucavion Thorne.But apparently, he was a lot more than a mere soldier, as fate had many things stored for him.A soul from Earth....When they merged, he realized.He was a one-chapter villain whose sole purpose was to serve as a background setting for the protagonist's tragedy.But was he truly a one-chapter villain, or did fate still have some tricks up its sleeve?Watch the story of Lucavion Thorne as he finds the purpose behind his transmigration and discovers his own fate.

In the new era of Blue Star Martial Arts, Demons invaded, and humankind was embroiled in a bitter struggles.Chu Feng transmigrated and arrived on the scene. Armed with the ways of being an overachiever, all he wanted was to once again show the spirit of a die-hard corporate slave and carve out his own piece of the world!No sooner had he been reborn than he was smeared with demons all over his face, but no worries, his golden finger had arrived!He could draw upon the Life Force of slain Demons to transform into Attribute Points, becoming stronger with limitless additions!“What to do when there are no more Attribute Points available?”“Hey, look over there, a lone Demon…”“Sneak up from behind, grab its head, just twist like this! Hey, Attribute Points secured!”…“In this world, having great strength means having everything!”“In my life, with such heaven-defying Martial Arts Talent, do you think I can become a Martial God?”“The path to the Martial God has ended; it's become nothing but old legends? Ha, the path I walk will be the new path of the Martial God!”…This book is also known as “Demons, I Need You to Help Me Cultivate!” “So Easy to Learn, I Think This Move is Really Simple” “Run Fast, the people at the front are haunted” “This Man is More Demonic Than the Demons Themselves!”

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust.One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white.It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess.Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother.While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part.Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap.A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months.Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability.******White robes. Cold arroganceA sinful revenge.White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan.And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes.