Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul - Chapter 470 - Refining Blood with Thousands of Beasts_1

The Barren Continent, where martial arts are supreme, and strength is honored above all.The once-in-an-era prodigy, Ye Chen, came forth with the ancient and unparalleled divine technique. He cultivated his martial veins, survived the thunder tribulation, merged with the spirit blood of true beings, and shook the six harmonies and the eight desolations with his martial prowess. He roamed the myriad realms and heavens, fighting across the world with the secret realm of billions of stars that were eternal and undying!An endless trove of treasures, worlds of bizarre wonders, sects, ancient clans, fairies, witches, friendships and enmities, and heated battles—all of it was contained therein.

When a soul from twenty years later is reborn in a Chinese-American teenager, the world is different. In the face of this turbulent era, Guo Shouyun’s ambitions burst out like never before. Internet, war, subprime mortgage crisis, European debt crisis, he seized all the opportunities to create wealth for himself, and after 20 years of painstaking efforts, he created the largest capital empire in the 21st century!

Conspiracy theorists: The five consortiums of Guo, Rockefeller, Morgan, DuPont, and Mellon controlled the United States.

Time Magazine: Son of God, the greatest capitalist of the 21st century!

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Following “Empire of the Far East”, “Treasure Eye” and “Taoyuan Villa”, this is the fourth novel by Dongren. Welcome to pay attention!

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.

Tang Chuxia, with her ample bosom, slender waist, and long legs, has a face that's both innocent and sultry. Unfortunately, she's known as a crazy beauty!Gu Beihuai, with wide shoulders, long legs, and a 'hound's waist,' is rigid and highly capable, but he's also willful and extremely arrogant in private.Everyone knows that Gu Beihuai detests his childhood friend Tang Chuxia, and they despise each other on sight.In everyone's view, even if they were the last two people on earth, they would never end up together.However, at a matchmaking event organized by the compound, the charming and seductive Tang Chuxia ends up pinned against a wall, surprisingly by the old-fashioned Gu Beihuai.“Don't you like me?”His hands firmly grasping Tang Chuxia's slender waist, he hears her whisper in his ear: “Once we're married, can I kiss you as much as I want?”