I Have A Disciple Simulator - Chapter 1053 - 653: Myriad Tribes Conference! (4K)_2

【Kill decisively! Domineering! Violent and invincible text! 】

Mu Huang, the helm of the Earth Trillion Group, was framed by his family and died.

The soul travels to a fantasy world where force is paramount, and becomes the Longhan Dynasty, one of the three founding families, Mujia, and the most talented one since the founding of the country!

However, at the age of sixteen, he was murdered by an adulterer because of drunkenness, and was sent to the frontier to never return to the imperial capital.

I thought that life in the frontier would be with me for the rest of my life, but unexpectedly when I just turned 18, I suddenly activated the “Three Thousand Demon God Lottery System” and gave away ten consecutive draws at the Demon God level at the beginning!

Congratulations to the host for getting “Chaos Demon Sacred Body”, “Chaos Evil Eye”, “Chaos Heart”, “Devil Luohu Two-Second Experience Card”, “Three Thousand Demon God Fragments*10”, “Chaos Demon God Essence Blood”, “Chaos Personal Guard*2” …

Time flies, and seven years later, the pilgrim minister actually decreed that Mu Xiaoqian, the shepherd family, betrothed to the royal family of the Great Yuan Dynasty next door.

When Mu Huang learned of this, he was furious, how could his sister’s marriage be dominated by others.

  On the same day, with the Hundred Emperor Dragon Knights that he had personally trained, blood-stained the imperial capital, entered the imperial city…

However, it was told that Mu Xiaoqian was picked up by the Yuan Dynasty mission yesterday…

The Desolate King was furious: Since you don’t want to be emperor, then let your son do it instead!

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I, Zhang San, am absolutely a good person!I swear by the eight generations of my ancestors!What!? My ancestral grave just exploded!?

Jack transmigrated to a parallel world and locked on to a Judge System that provided rewards for punishing evil. Hence, an Adjudicator of Death who stood above the law was hence born.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.