Kalein's body crashed heavily into the ground.
A terrifying gash stretched from his right shoulder down to his left waist, as if he had been slashed by a blade.
A hand chop was still a chop—no arguing with that.
Kalein lay on the ground, struggling for a long time, unable to rise.
"Just who… are you?" he spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling the life force within him rapidly draining away.
The last divine art he had attempted was forcibly interrupted by Xia Lun, causing severe backlash.
Kalein found it hard to believe. He had exhausted every means at his disposal, yet he hadn’t even scratched his opponent.
He had always been confident in his strength—with the support of the divine priests behind him, those capable of defeating him could be counted on one hand.
How could such a terrifying existence exist in this world? Even the Demon Kings of the other races wouldn’t possess such power.
"Didn’t I say it already? I’m the Hero," Xia Lun’s voice carried neither joy nor sorrow, merely stating a fact.
But it was precisely this indifferent attitude that infuriated Kalein even more.
"No matter who you are… if you stand in our way, then die!"
A violent heartbeat suddenly resonated through the world, spreading outward from Kalein in invisible ripples.
Kalein’s right hand pierced through his own chest, gripping his weakened, faltering heart.
He poured all his divine power into it.
Musen shouted in alarm, "Not good! He’s going to self-destruct!"
Kalein grinned maniacally at Xia Lun. "Come to hell with me—Divine Art: Holy Light Burial!"
Xia Lun remained expressionless, allowing him to act. The divine art had already been activated—he had missed the best moment to stop it. Now, it was too late.
It really was going to explode. At this point, Xia Lun couldn’t prevent it… Though he wouldn’t die in the blast, he might still suffer minor injuries.
At this distance, Liyana and Musen behind him could be in danger, and the weak, helpless Mo Lini would likely not survive.
Xia Lun had never forgotten—they were a team.
He wisely took a step back.
Aina had somehow appeared in front of Xia Lun, raising her right hand.
"Oh, right," Xia Lun suddenly turned to Mo Lini. "Mo Lini, close your eyes."
Liyana: "Huh?"
Mo Lini obediently complied, while Musen retreated into the pages of his book.
Then, an intense light flooded the area—so bright that even with her eyes closed, Mo Lini could see a deep red glow. She quickly covered them with her hands.
"Ah! My eyes!" Liyana screamed beside her, writhing in pain.
It was as if a miniature sun had risen before them, its scorching heat completely blocked by Aina’s single hand, as though it belonged to another world entirely.
As the light gradually faded, Liyana rolled on the ground, rubbing her eyes, while Mo Lini kept hers covered, too afraid to open them.
"Amazing, just amazing," Xia Lun praised Aina.
"Naturally," Aina replied smugly, lightly brushing her snow-white hair.
While their teammates were still blinded, Xia Lun took the chance to plant a quick kiss on Aina’s lips as a reward.
"Xia Lun! Why didn’t you warn me to close my eyes?!" Liyana complained, tears streaming down her face.
"I did warn you."
"You only called Mo Lini’s name!"
"Ah… sorry, I thought you’d close yours too." Xia Lun’s tone carried not a hint of remorse.
Liyana’s eyes were only slightly irritated—nothing serious. But if Mo Lini had stared directly into that light, her eyes would’ve been truly damaged.
As for Xia Lun… he had clearly seen Kalein’s body shatter into pieces.
Mo Lini cautiously peeked through her fingers, confirming the light was gone before daring to open her eyes just a slit.
Liyana blinked rapidly as her tears gradually restored her vision.
Before Aina and Xia Lun, the ground looked as if it had been bombarded by countless magic cannons—covered in thick ash, charred black.
Where Kalein had once stood, there was now a massive semicircular crater hundreds of meters in radius, its destructive force perfectly contained by Aina’s barrier.
Even the divine priests Kalein had brought with him hadn’t survived the explosion—those closest were reduced to dust, while those farther away were left as charred corpses.
"These maniacs really don’t care about killing their own people," Liyana muttered, still shaken.
But regardless, the battle was over.
What a shame—she had been ready to fight too. Her arrows were nothing to scoff at… but Xia Lun had hogged all the action, leaving her with nothing. Liyana grumbled inwardly.
"As expected of Captain Xia Lun, still as overpowered as ever," Musen emerged from his book like a genie. "Anyone need healing?"
"Me! My eyes still hurt!" Liyana raised her hand frantically. Even if she hadn’t fought, getting injured was still a given.
A green spark flew from Musen’s fingertip into Liyana’s eyes.
"Ah! My eyes!" she shrieked again as her vision was engulfed in a green haze.
"Ah, sorry, forgot the Healing Light is still… well, light," Musen scratched his bald head sheepishly. "But it’s harmless."
Xia Lun watched Musen floating in the air, deep in thought.
"Something wrong, Captain?" Musen immediately straightened up.
"If even a bishop has become a Twilight Apostle… Musen, do you know the current state of the Goddess Church?" Xia Lun asked slowly.
"I left three years ago," Musen admitted awkwardly.
The implication was clear—he had no idea what the Goddess Church had become since then.
Xia Lun grinned. "Then our next destination… seems decided."
If the Goddess Church had fallen into the hands of the Twilight Apostles, Xia Lun wouldn’t stand idly by.
Liyana cracked her whip excitedly and cheered, "Wings of Dawn, move out!"
……
Lessa steadied herself, taking a deep breath.
Her abdomen still ached—though treated, the wound might reopen if she moved too violently.
Outside, everything had gone quiet.
What was happening now? Had those adventurers fled? Or had they already lost?
She couldn’t believe that a handful of adventurers could stand against Kalein and his divine priests.
A fully armed priestly order versus some random adventurer party—the outcome was obvious.
Still, even if she died, she would tear a piece of flesh from Kalein. She would protect this place to her last breath.
Steeling her resolve, Lessa stepped out of the village.
What she saw left her stunned, her understanding of reality shattered.
Kalein had vanished without a trace, leaving only devastation in his wake.
Lessa murmured, "What in the world happened here?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
