Honghuang: Laid Off from the Start, I Go on a Killing Spree as a Heretic Cultivator

I got laid off.

A useless P4, earning 8,000 a month and forced to drink loofah soup every day.

My supervisor even sent people to kill me.

On the brink of death, I awakened the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art.

I drained a P7 bodyguard dry, then went back to the company and sucked my supervisor into a desiccated corpse too.

A peerless beauty and powerhouse at M9 came looking for me: "Work for me, and I'll help you kill your way from F-rank to M9."

The Shu Mountain Sword Ruins opened, and 3,672 people competed for three spots.

A top student from Tsinghua and Peking Universities? I took him out with one finger.

Fudan's campus belle? She threw herself into my arms.

Three days later, I stood atop the Sword Ruins with the Immortal Slaying Sword in hand.

All the big shots in the city knelt before me: "Boss, take us with you!"

I smiled:

"Sorry, I specialize in putting all kinds of dissenters in their place."

This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.