Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions - Chapter 220 Through Paper and Power

Douluo Continent, Star Luo Empire, Star Luo City.In the finals of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Dueling Competition, Liu Xing looked coldly at Shrek Academy's last hope on the opposite side and said, “Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, surrender now, and no one will get hurt.”High above Shrek City, Liu Xing stared at the Radiant Holy Dragon soaring into the sky and said in a deep voice, “Ten thousand years of Shrek, today you will be erased.”Facing the Sea God Tang San, who had illegally descended to the lower realm, Liu Xing's voice was like a chilling wind, icy and bone-piercing: “Sea God Tang San, you have violated the law and recklessly interfered with the lower realm. You are courting death.”Hearing this, Tang San was momentarily stunned. Why did these words sound so familiar?••••There is only one single female lead for now but there are many female characters who will have feelings for mc.••••

One day, after five years of living in the shadow of the popular actor—Mo Boyuan, Dr. Jiang suddenly decided that she had enough!

What do you mean by you only accept female disciples?Zhang Yuan glanced at the Emperor of a powerful Dynasty kneeling in front of him and his son, the prince is also kneeling beside him.“Master Yuan, please accept my son as your disciple. I am sure that under your care, my son will reach the pinnacle of the Heavens.”Pinnacle of the Heavens? Zhang Yuan turned his gaze to the so called Prince. Talentless, weak physique and sh!t cultivation technique.Tch, worthless.Zhang Yuan then turned his eyes to another Dynasty Emperor “Master Yuan, please accept my daughter as your disciple.”Seeing the gorgeous woman kneeling in front of him, Zhao Tian smiled faintly.Talentless? I will make you the most talented mortal entity this world has ever seen.Weak physique? I will give you a physique that will break even the limitations of the heavens and earth.Sh!t cultivation technique? Don't worry, choose the best divine technique you want.Sorry but I only accept female disciples!

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.”