World Area 21 · Fengyue City
High above Fengyue City—
At an altitude of several thousand meters—
Jiang Yan sat leisurely upon a throne forged from the blades of the Dun Tian Shuttle, drifting through the sky like a sovereign inspecting his domain.
Below him—
The Triple Thunder Prison Demon Realm had fully unfolded.
Purple-black lightning spread like a vast spiderweb, swallowing the entire Dongcheng District, an area spanning over a thousand square kilometers.
Dark clouds churned overhead.
Thunder rolled.
The air itself felt crushed beneath an overwhelming aura of annihilation.
Every building.
Every street.
Every inch of land—
Was dyed in a deathly gray.
Jiang Yan leaned back against the blade-throne and sighed softly.
"Invincibility… really is lonely."
At this moment—
In the entire Dongcheng District—
No living contestant remained.
He glanced at the projection on his wrist.
Participant: Jiang Yan (Heilongshan Empire)
Points: 19,865,897
Rank: 1
World Area: 21
Nearly twenty million points.
That meant one thing—
He had exterminated every contestant in Dongcheng District.
Fengyue City alone housed close to eighty million participants.
Across 121 cities, World Area 21 held over 8.2 billion people.
Some cities were dense.
Some sparse.
Dongcheng… was finished.
Jiang Yan stood.
"Next—Nancheng District."
The Dun Tian Shuttle shifted forms beneath his feet, transforming back into its flight configuration.
With a single step—
He shot southward.
Behind him, the Thunder Prison Demon Realm, nearly fifty kilometers across, moved as well—
Like a black storm pressing down upon the city.
A mobile zone of death.
Nancheng District · Panic
In Nancheng—
Fighting abruptly ceased.
Axes froze mid-swing.
Telekinetic weapons stalled in the air.
Ambushers hiding within buildings trembled as they instinctively looked up.
The sky was darkening.
"What… what is that?!"
Someone screamed.
Before the terror could settle—
The Thunder Prison Demon Realm descended.
Whether in the open streets or hidden indoors—
Every contestant within its range was instantly dragged into illusionary judgment.
"I… I sinned…"
A heavy-shield warrior collapsed to his knees, sobbing.
"I killed my elder brother… defiled my sister-in-law… Great God, punish me—!"
A purple-gold thunder spear descended.
Boom.
His head exploded.
"No! Sister Yu—don't leave me!"
Another man knelt clutching his head.
Boom.
Another explosion.
"Thunder Emperor—!! It's YOU—!!"
A psychic frantically erected barriers within his sea of consciousness.
They were torn apart like paper.
Boom.
Explosions rang out across Nancheng—
Rapid.
Dense.
Relentless.
Like firecrackers ignited by a god.
Jiang Yan hovered above the district's center, eyes cold and indifferent.
He did not chase.
He did not rush.
He simply advanced, letting the realm erase everything in its path.
"To all of Nancheng," his voice thundered, echoing through the domain,
"come out—and die."
The district was vast.
His domain could not engulf it all at once.
So he moved.
Slowly.
Methodically.
Resistance? Meaningless.
At the edge of the domain—
A stellar ninth-rank warrior roared and charged skyward, blood-red blade blazing.
A golden domain flared around him.
"You think you're invincible?! Die!"
The blade-light tore through space.
Jiang Yan didn't even look at him.
A thin arc of lightning leapt forth—
Striking the man squarely between the brows.
Boom.
The blade-light vanished.
The warrior froze midair.
Then—
His head exploded.
His domain, will, and technique—
All meaningless before absolute suppression.
That sight shattered the last remaining courage in Nancheng.
Some knelt.
Some fled.
Some tried to unite.
None survived.
The Thunder Prison Demon Realm became a colossal meat grinder.
Screams faded.
The city fell silent.
Points Explode
The numbers on Jiang Yan's wrist surged violently.
21,658,965
23,654,568
24,652,319
…
Half an hour later—
The count stabilized.
Participant: Jiang Yan
Points: 39,214,658
Rank: 1
World Area: 21
Nancheng District—
Erased.
Most contestants were killed.
The rest fled to Beicheng, Xicheng—or escaped Fengyue City entirely.
Jiang Yan landed atop a residential tower and rubbed his temples.
"Tch… mental strain's piling up."
The virtual body's recovery rate was limited.
Maintaining the Thunder Prison Demon Realm consumed enormous spiritual power.
Still—
He glanced at the ranking calmly.
"First day. Nearly forty million points."
"Efficiency's acceptable."
He entered a room, lay down, and closed his eyes.
The pre-selection lasted a month.
There was no hurry.
The Demon King's Name Spreads
Within hours—
News exploded across Fengyue City.
"Run! Dongcheng and Nancheng are gone!"
"Gone?! What do you mean gone?!"
"Slaughtered! One man! Jiang Yan of the Heilongshan Empire!"
"Tens of millions—dead!"
Fear spread like wildfire.
Those who investigated found—
Only empty streets.
No corpses.
No survivors.
Just silence.
"He's not human."
"He's a Demon King."
The title stuck.
And spread.
Battles ceased.
Hunting stopped.
More than half the city evacuated.
Others hid like rats.
Fengyue City—once a battlefield—became a graveyard holding its breath.
Observation Above the World
Above World Area 21—
Outside the atmospheric barrier—
Dozens of observation ships floated in stunned silence.
Jiang Yan's massacre had unfolded in full view.
Even those he killed—
Their consciousness returned to the virtual universe, only to board ships and watch how they died.
Most never even saw their killer.
"This…" someone whispered,
"is this still a human?"
Inside the grand observation ship—
Botero finally spoke, lips curling upward.
"So," he said calmly,
"do any of you still object to him taking first place?"
No one answered.
Elsewhere
Children cheered.
Families beamed.
The Heilongshan Emperor laughed loudly, already planning rewards.
And across the virtual universe—
One name echoed with dread:
Jiang Yan.
The Demon King.
The slaughter had only begun.
[am writing a marvel gacha novel on my patreon please support]
_____________________
https://[email protected]/mrSOMEONE01234? [replace @ with a]
>>>>>I'm a student, and I'll try my best to keep uploading chapters regularly <<<<<
thanks for your support
[[READER TIER 1: translates stories {15$} ]] { RECOMENDED }
[[READER TIER 2: translated & original stories {20$} ]]
[[[[Please at least visit my patreon so I can have some traffic]]]]]
Also try
[[[Restaurant in Douluo Dalu (530+ch)]]] {6$}