MTL - The Evil God Emperor is In the City - Chapter 8 belated engagement

“What? The wild chickens I raised are pure blood phoenixes? ““What? The carp I raised are true dragons?”With a wave of hand, the river was cut off; with a slight stamp of foot, the mountain collapsed.A group of incredibly powerful cultivators knelt in front, worshipping and calling ‘senior’.“What the hell wrong with this world?”Li Fan shouted,” Oh no, that’s impossible!”“How could I possibly be a Supreme Master?!”

Kent is an ordinary wizard in the Sky family wizard school, and his wife Thea also works as an elder in the same school. As Thea is moving out to the elder barracks, she kicks Kent out of the house and puts the house for sale.“You are just a piece of waste who couldn’t earn a silver.” Thea’s last words still lingering in Kent’s soul. (It’s not like Kent is a lazy guy who escapes studies. Most of Kent’s meridians were locked down by a curse.)Suddenly on the same day, Kent received a Raven from his maternal aunt. “Are you really my aunt?” Kent questioned with a doubtful gaze. “Yes, Kent… I have sent 5000 gold and Heavenly elixir to remove your meridian curse. Don’t mind asking me for more money. Your mom left a huge fortune for you.”From that moment Kent’s life changed as he brought a new flying pet equal to core disciples, new weapons, Villas, Fancy meals, and whatnot. Soon, his powers sore and he became a Supreme Arch Magus.

The True Spirit Continent is an era of prodigies and monstrous talents vying for supremacy. Kings roar and can make stars fall, while emperors can cover the sky with a flip of their hand. A young man named Xiao Ye, born humble, receives ancient inheritance and thus becomes the pinnacle of martial arts. He sweeps across enemies, battling through the Nine Wilds with passionate vigor, igniting the Nine Heavens with battle fervor.On the invincible battlefield, where the blood of geniuses forms a sea and monstrosities' bones pile up like mountains, Xiao Ye advances step by step, ascending to the peak, defeating all who dare proclaim supremacy in the world.As warriors, we ought to rather break than bend, decisive and resolute in slaughter, unhesitant in vendettas, and annihilate all enemies in the world!

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.