Douluo V: O Supremo Deus Maligno

When the last trace of the sunset burned away, a solitary figure stretched ever longer across the blood-dark horizon.

“Tang San, I swear, the humiliation you inflicted upon me—one day, I, Gu Chen, will repay it a hundredfold!” The young man, his face resolute, struck the ground with clenched fists, his voice brimming with unwillingness.

At the edge of a withered forest, beneath the distant mountains now swallowed by night, a face so beautiful it stunned even the darkness suddenly blossomed into a smile. A girl with her hair braided like a scorpion stood quietly at the edge of the dead trees, her eyes full of tenderness as she watched the boy approaching, step by step.

“Brother San, why didn’t you kill him?”

“Dirty work…”

Gu Chen, struggling to sit upright with fingers digging into the earth, watched the two figures growing distant, arms draped across each other’s shoulders. He wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. Hatred burned in his eyes, as though a volcano that had lain dormant for millennia was about to erupt, ready to scorch everything beneath heaven.

Gu Chen did not originally belong to this continent; he hailed from a cultivation land known as the Southern Underworld.

He was born with a calm disposition, caring deeply only for family. Yet the heavens were cruel, treating all beings as mere fodder, stripping him of everything.

Gu Chen grew up in a humble mountain village. His family was poor, his parents toiling day and night until illness claimed them both. He was raised single-handedly by his elder sister, Gu Q