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Li Xuan traveled through the world of immortality and opened the apprentice system, and both apprentices and apprentices could be rewarded for upgrading.

【Ding! Accepting apprentice Qin Yue, reward you: Innate Divine Power]

【Ding! Accept the apprentice Zhao Tian, ​​reward you: call the wind and call the rain]

【Ding! Apprentice upgrade, reward you: space shuttle]

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Li Xuan, who accepted a bunch of apprentices, evolved infinitely in seclusion.

Ten years later, the Devil Emperor invaded and wanted to sacrifice the whole world, but no one could stop it. The disciples watched the world fall into despair in pain.

At this time, Li Xuan appeared and slashed a sword against the Demon Emperor under the watchful eyes of the public.

Boom!

The sky fell apart, the invincible Demon Emperor fell on the spot, and the entire dark world was swept away by a sword.

The disciples were horrified. It turned out that the strongest person in the world was actually the master who had been in seclusion for ten years.

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Possessed an extra with a single rune.After obtaining 7 runes directly according to the original Hidden Piece…A fraudulent rune called [Rune Hunter] was created.

The unparalleled Demon King Ye Xuan, who was able to heal the death or the living alike and holder of the medicine Holy Scripture, was betrayed and killed by his fellow Demon Kings. But he reincarnated into the body of Ye Xuan, the prodigal son of the Ye family and vowed to himself that he would return to his peak and take back everything that belonged to him!

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”