Bang! Bang!
Two muffled thuds rang out as two blasts of invisible repulsive force erupted from the center of the car, acting like two unseen shields.
The two streams of blade qi, sharp enough to cleave through steel plates, were forcefully deflected less than half a meter from the hood. They scraped past both sides of the vehicle, leaving two bottomless trenches on the road.
A bead of cold sweat seeped from Dongfang Shuye's forehead, but he slammed his foot down even harder on the gas pedal.
That was the beauty of an automatic transmission; just step on it and leave the rest to speed.
Thump!
A heavy, muffled crash echoed, like a steel hammer smashing into thick cowhide.
Ye Erdao was sent flying backward by the impact, and a large section of the car's hood instantly caved in.
However, he simply twisted in mid-air, performing a somersault that dissipated all the force. Like a cat, his feet landed silently on the roof of the speeding car.
With a wave of his left hand, the two flying willow-leaf blades spun back, one of them falling right into his grasp.
Without a moment of hesitation, Ye Erdao raised his blade, ready to pierce straight down through the roof of the driver's cabin!
But just as the tip of the blade was about to descend, a terrifying pressure heavy as a mountain crashed down from above, pinning him firmly against the roof.
The metal of the roof groaned under the overwhelming weight, caving in with him at the center.
Get off!
Dongfang Shuye's cold, furious shout rang out from inside the car.
The massive force erupted instantly. Ye Erdao let out a muffled groan as he was violently hurled off the roof.
But while he was still in mid-air, a sudden change occurred!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Seven or eight flashes of fire suddenly lit up in the bushes and woods on both sides of the manor. Eight RPGs, trailing long tails of flame, shot out from all directions, forming an overlapping web of firepower that completely blanketed the car.
Dongfang Shuye's expression changed completely.
His ability could block blade qi and push away a person, but it absolutely could not stop this kind of wide-range, saturation bombing!
Boom!
The first volley hit with pinpoint accuracy.
Tossing aside his empty launcher tube, Chai Tianyou stepped out from behind a large tree, a sinister sneer hanging on his face.
The man beside him immediately handed over another RPG.
What bullshit Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect, what elites. In the face of absolute firepower, they are all paper tigers!
Chai Tianyou hoisted the RPG onto his shoulder, aiming at the area swallowed by fire and thick smoke.
Do not stop! Keep blasting! I want their very ashes scattered to the wind!
Another volley was fired.
Deafening explosions rang out incessantly, and towering flames lit up half the night sky in a brilliant orange-red.
Ye Erdao had already retreated to the rear. Holding his willow-leaf blade, thin as a cicada's wing, in a reverse grip, his face remained entirely expressionless.
He knew very well that under such carpet bombing, even bones of steel and iron would be melted into liquid metal, let alone bodies of flesh and blood.
Ability users, after all, were not gods.
He himself was nothing more than the final piece of meat bait used to lure the prey into the trap.
Above the scorched earth, waves of heat billowed, and the air was thick with the pungent stench of gunpowder and burnt soil.
Chai Tianyou lowered his rifle, its muzzle still smoking white, and directly swapped weapons.
Their mission was never about precise marksmanship, but rather using absolute firepower to wipe that entire area off the map.
Washing the ground with over forty RPG rounds, how extravagant, and how utterly barbaric.
It was even more excessive than setting off fireworks.
If it weren't so inconvenient to use missiles here, they definitely would have just bombed the place directly.
This was the foundation of the Chai family's confidence.
Shell casings clattered to the ground, the scalding brass glinting in the dark red glow of the fire.
It wasn't until everyone's ammunition was completely exhausted that the area finally lost all semblance of its original shape, leaving behind nothing but countless craters billowing with black smoke.
Ye Erdao picked up another spare blade from the ground. The edge reflected the unextinguished flames in the distance, flashing with a cold, sharp gleam.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was so low that only he could hear it.
There probably isn't even a speck of dust left.
Having emptied his final magazine, Chai Tianyou casually tossed his gun to the person next to him, his face displaying a crude sense of satisfaction.
What bullshit martial artists, what rare ability users. In this new era, caliber is truth, and within range, everything is justice!
Half of these words were for his subordinates, and the other half were to embolden himself.
It was more like self-encouragement.
The highly strung nerves under immense pressure finally began to relax.
Everyone let out a long sigh of relief. The joy of surviving a disaster made them feel somewhat euphoric.
After all, the intel they received stated that the target was a ruthless killer capable of annihilating an entire hidden martial family.
Therefore, before opening fire, they had all been filled with anxiety and dread.
Now, that anxiety had been completely dispelled.
Some even sighed in realization that ability users were nothing more than paper tigers.
Is that it? I thought he'd have three heads and six arms.
Damn, ability users are just moving targets!
We won! Let's go home and drink!
Oh yeah, we won big time.
A strange, unfamiliar voice suddenly interjected, transmitting clearly into everyone's ears.
As a senior expert in the study of winning, I must tell you that in life, you can win everywhere.
First, congratulations everyone. You have won against ninety-nine percent of your peers in the world by getting to die a step earlier than they do. How is this not another form of winning?
These bizarre words were like a basin of ice water poured directly over everyone's heated heads.
Everyone whipped their heads around toward the source of the voice.
At the boundary between the firelight and the darkness, a young man stood quietly. Not a single speck of dust marred his clothes, making him look completely out of place on this purgatory-like battlefield.
Who was he?
When did he appear there?
More importantly, they did not recognize this person.
The man with the fastest reflexes drew the pistol from his waist almost instinctively, instantly aiming the muzzle at the uninvited guest.
With no warning and no shout of inquiry, he pulled the trigger directly!
Click.
A soft sound.
The expected gunshot did not ring out. Instead, it was replaced by the crisp clatter of scattered parts.
The man looked down, his pupils suddenly constricting.
All that remained in his hand was an empty gun grip. The slide, the springs, the firing pin, every single component was scattered at his feet, as if instantly dismantled by an invisible hand.
The young man took a step forward, a playful smile hanging on his face.
The fireworks show is over. It was wonderful.
So now, killing time officially begins.
Lin Mo strolled forward as if taking a leisurely walk in a courtyard. The magazines dropped on the ground rose up into the air for no apparent reason. Bullets shot out of the magazines one by one, piercing through the throats of these ordinary men one after another.
Screams of agony rose and fell in succession.
Hearing the screams from the other side of the road, Chai Tianyou immediately dropped his weapon and ran for his life.
But before he could even make it halfway, he saw Dongfang Shuye standing right in the middle of the road.
Dongfang Shuye tilted his head up slightly to look at him and sneered, Chai Tianyou, I heard my brother is at your house. Is that true?
Dongfang Shuye, are you crazy?! Helping an outsider deal with us? The other families won't just sit by and watch the Chai family get destroyed. Aren't you afraid the Dongfang family will become the next Ning family?!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
