Fairy Maidens and Holy Maidens, All Corrupted into Slaves

[Scheming]+ [Revenge]+ [Invincible]+ [Behind-the-Scenes]+ [Villain]

A year ago, the so-called Child of Destiny crippled him by severing all four limbs, stole his beloved wife, and killed his son right before his eyes, leaving him a cripple subjected to endless humiliation!

A year later, his enemy has been soaring to ever greater heights, receiving the full teachings of an unparalleled master. He is about to be crowned Young Sect Master, has won the favor of powerful figures from the Upper Realm, and is even set to marry the aloof prodigy hailed as the greatest in Qingzhou. He is enjoying boundless glory, with all eyes upon him!

Just as his enemy stands atop the Nine Provinces, laughing arrogantly, “Have you come here to die, you cripple? Both the righteous and demonic factions are backing me now. What can you possibly do to fight me?”

The void suddenly shatters!

The aloof Sword Venerable of the Supreme Sword Sect, revered and feared throughout the Nine Provinces, descends from the sky.

Before the assembled heroes of the world, this peerless immortal, pure as ice and jade, drops to her knees before Fu Qingcang’s battered wheelchair without the slightest hesitation!

“Your servant, Weishuang, was late in coming to your aid. I welcome… my master!”

The entire crowd falls silent. His enemy’s Dao heart crumbles completely!

His name is Fu Qingcang, a Lord of the Abyss who sits in a wheelchair.

He has no cultivation at all, yet holds the Senluo Slave Seal. In this cultivation world where strength reigns supreme, the peerless immortals who stand above all and are worshipped as goddesses by countless prodigies are all his most loyal, fanatical slaves!

He wants more than simple slaughter.

He will use peerless beauties as pieces on the board and the Nine Provinces’ shifting fortunes as his game. He will raise his enemy to the most dazzling heights, then make him watch helplessly as everything he once looked up to grovels at the feet of a cripple!

“The so-called prodigies of this world are nothing but puppets on strings, ready for me to crush in my palm.”