Pain came from his neck.
The Dao Robe Quasi-sage fell into the sea of fire, reaching to cover his neck with his hand. There was a viscous liquid on his hand, accompanied by a strong bloody smell.
There was still lingering sword intent that ached slightly, like small thorns pierced into his body.
"Damn!"
The Dao Robe Quasi-sage yelled angrily. He stood up from the sea of fire, tore half of his Daoist robe, stared at Chen Xia in the high sky, and gnashed his teeth, "You didn't run away after all!"
"How could I run away and not kill an old bastard like you?" Chen Xia asked back, holding his sword.
"Who was the one that left earlier?" The Dao Robe Quasi-sage asked again.
"You don't need to know that," Chen Xia shook his head and looked towards Wang Yangzi, "Time is limited, let's finish this quickly!"
"Alright," Wang Yangzi nodded. His expression was somewhat shocked. When Chen Xia told him about this method earlier, he thought Chen Xia was joking. He didn't expect that Chen Xia had really glimpsed the threshold of transcending the mundane and entering sagehood, and had even taken two steps towards it.
The Dao Robe Quasi-sage was also gnashing his teeth in appraisal.
In principle, if Chen Xia had only glimpsed the threshold of transcending the mundane, he wouldn't have such killing force. But the absurdity was that his transcending the mundane was not the same.
It was enlightenment of three Daos to become a sage!
And from the killing force just now, the grade of his flying sword was also not ordinary, it should be a top-grade Half-Immortal Sword!
Such a character was a genius among geniuses.
The Dao Robe Quasi-sage suddenly lamented that it would be great if Chen Xia was a cultivator from their realm.
What a pity there was no such thing as if.
He stopped the bleeding and raised both hands upwards. The entire sea of fire howled as it rose high up, seeming to replace this sky, wanting to burn Chen Xia and Wang Yangzi together.
"Draw your sword!" Chen Xia shouted, his body turning into thunder as he charged upwards holding his sword.
Wang Yangzi put all his spiritual energy into action, his sword light overtaking Chen Xia's sword light, striking first!
With a swoosh!
The sea of fire's thousands of feet high wall blocked his strike first before counterattacking, intending to annihilate Chen Xia.
Buzz!
Wang Yangzi slashed open the encircling thousands of feet firewall with another sword light, creating a gap for Chen Xia to charge through.
The Half-Immortal Sword led the way. Its dazzling sword light whistled.
The flames along the way did not impede it at all. This strike was still going towards the Quasi-sage's head.
The Dao Robe Quasi-sage pressed down with his hand behind him and coldly snorted, "Previously caught off guard, I let you succeed. Don't think you can still injure me!"
In the sea of fire, a palm the size of heaven and earth condensed and patted towards Chen Xia.
Chen Xia held his sword with both hands. A crimson flash appeared in his left eye, the corners of his lips widening into a sudden smile. He roared loudly,
"Don't fucking block my way!"
His sword slashed onto the giant fiery palm, leaving cracks and openings.
And in that instant, Wang Yangzi had arrived in front of the Dao Robe Quasi-sage. With blazing flames on his hand, his sword slashed at the head.
To deal with Wang Yangzi, the Dao Robe Quasi-sage could only give up on dealing with Chen Xia and defend with all his might against Wang Yangzi.
After all, Wang Yangzi was also a Quasi-sage. He didn't dare be careless either.
Chen Xia waved with one hand, grabbed a thread of time, and slashed with his sword,
Seizing the opportunity.
So his figure arrived almost together with Wang Yangzi before the Dao Robe Quasi-sage.
It was two swords slashing down simultaneously!
Amidst the majestic sea of fire, ten beams of crisscrossing sword lights burst out, seemingly slicing open the entire sea of fire!
Flaming orange-yellow blood sprayed in the air between the heaven and earth.
The Dao Robe Quasi-sage fell into the sea of fire again. There was an extremely deep ten character wound on his chest, with lingering rampaging sword intent that incessantly tore apart his flesh and depleted his spiritual energy.
Clenching his teeth, he barely stood up while cursing repeatedly, "Damn sword cultivators, damn, damn!"
Why would there be such unreasonable existences in the heaven and earth?
Wang Yangzi could still make sense since he was a Quasi-sage. But why was Chen Xia's killing strike also so ruthless, even more painful than Wang Yangzi's. The sword intent still hadn't faded away until now.
Chen Xia would probably become a Quasi-sage soon at this rate.
Judging by his current progress of transcending the mundane and entering sagehood, he was only half a step away from becoming a Quasi-sage. He killed the number one ranked genius under the Tribulations Severing stage like butchering pigs.
Such talent was simply horrifying.
The Dao Robe Quasi-sage coughed violently twice. Vital essence and blood sprayed out from his mouth, his strength already somewhat depleted.
Being heavily injured by Wang Yangzi's sword and Chen Xia's two swords, especially the two strikes from the Half-Immortal Sword, the pure sword intent within was not something an ordinary Quasi-sage like him could endure.
If it was one-on-one, he could easily kill Chen Xia.
But there was an extra Wang Yangzi.
A Wang Yangzi evenly matched with him.
So the extra Chen Xia determined the victor.
The conclusion had been set from the moment he fought Wang Yangzi alone.
Sword cultivators had always been extremely fast at killing.
He shouldn't have stayed and fought. Now seriously injured with erratic vitality, it was even harder for him to escape.
Wang Yangzi came over with raised sword, preparing to deliver the final blow.
Unresigned to die like this, the Dao Robe Quasi-sage gnashed his teeth. Blazing flames erupted from his body as the sea of fire surged into a huge wave intending to overwhelm them as his final counterattack.
Wang Yangzi retreated hundreds of feet with his sword then swung hard. His sword flame welcomed and resisted the flame wave as he gritted his teeth to withstand it.
Chen Xia stood in the starry sky. His left hand reached out. Greyish white brilliance appeared and probed in the void. It suddenly stopped as if it had found something. First a pause, then he gently pulled.
His right hand fiercely threw out the Half-Immortal Sword to invert and fall into the void, vanishing without a trace.
Chen Xia then pinched his right hand's index finger and thumb together, forming what seemed like an eye. Within it was the distant reflection of the Dao Robe Quasi-sage.
Buzz.
It was like the Dao Robe Quasi-sage heard the cry of a sword beside his ear. Frowning, he looked around but saw nothing.
Tinnitus?
An illusion?
He wasn't too sure.
Buzz!
Extremely loud.
The Half-Immortal Sword suddenly shot out from in front of him. Like abruptly appearing from the long river of time, it seized the moment of his greatest weakness to directly stab into his chest!
Orange-yellow blood gushed out nonstop, first splattering onto the flying sword before spraying across the starry sky.
The Dao Robe Quasi-sage stared blankly at Chen Xia in the celestial dome.
He finally understood why sages who comprehended the Great Dao of Time could be on par with sword Dao sages.
Truly difficult to guard against!
A clear long roar came from the void.
Covering half the starry sky, an enormous True Dragon's head peered out from the void. With head tilted back, it swallowed the Dao Robe Quasi-sage. Its huge vertical pupils glanced obliquely, sizing up Wang Yangzi.
The Half-Immortal Sword flew out from between the True Dragon's teeth and returned to float by Chen Xia's side.
The True Dragon's neck visibly made a swallowing motion before burping contentedly not long after.
It was quite a mouthful after all.
Such a Quasi-sage existence could supplement considerable nutrients for the Celestial Dragon True Body. Its next appearance probably wouldn't be limited to just a dragon head.
The 50% of Wang Yangzi's sword intent returned. His body grew tall again as he appraised Chen Xia and couldn't help but say,
"Admirable."
He truly couldn't see through Chen Xia.
This move was clearly a high-level scheme.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
