Starving, barely clothed, and kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.
Such was the helplessness and agony of the common folk in times of chaos.
Cui Hao swept his cold gaze over everyone.
"Just a bunch of lowly peasants. If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know your place!"
"Men! Kill them!"
With a cold shout, dozens of guards stepped forward with drawn swords.
The commoners trembled, their hearts sinking into absolute despair.
Slash!
"Help!"
The people wailed miserably.
They turned and fled for their lives.
But how could they outrun a group of highly trained guards?
Blood sprayed as heads rolled across the ground in droves!
Pillars of boiling blood spouted like fountains onto the earth, kicking up the dirt.
Cries shook the heavens and the earth, and the peasants' pleas for mercy were endless.
In the blink of an eye, corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like a river.
Walking through the blood, Cui Hao's face remained expressionless. To him, this slaughter was like crushing a colony of ants.
The young nobles from the great families, however, curled their lips into smiles, their eyes flashing with cruel satisfaction.
They cared nothing for the lives of the innocent beneath their feet!
Cui Hao toyed with a bloodstained sword hilt, a cruel smile on his face.
His icy gaze swept toward the commoners.
His look was like a sharp sword forged of ice.
Wherever his eyes landed, the people shrank back, trembling uncontrollably.
"I will give you one more hour to live."
"If Qin Xiao doesn't show up by then, I'll have no choice but to eat meat!"
His eyes were freezing cold, filled with a sinister murderous intent!
The commoners were terrified.
They looked at Cui Hao as if he were a demon, their bodies shaking, their eyes filled with fear and begging.
But the group of noble scions cheered, boiling with excitement.
"Good! We should have done this long ago!"
"We haven't eaten meat in days!"
Their eyes were bright with excitement and greed as they sized up the women and children present.
Cui Hao laughed as well, his smile cruel and wicked.
Having executed dozens of people to establish his dominance, he turned around in satisfaction, flicked his sleeves, and sat down on a grand armchair.
His gaze was disdainful and amused.
"When Qin Xiao arrives in a moment, you all know what to do, right?"
As soon as he spoke.
The surrounding noble families and local tyrants echoed in agreement.
"Of course we'll make him hand over the wealth that belongs to our noble families!"
"If Qin Xiao dares to refuse, he will be committing an offense against the whole world!"
"When he gets here, we must make him kneel and offer our treasures back with both hands!"
The members of the noble families wore expressions of arrogance, puffing out their chests with haughty pride.
They looked as though Qin Xiao was already in the palm of their hands, entirely at their mercy!
Smug and complacent, Cui Hao picked up his teacup, the corners of his mouth turning up.
He even pictured the scene of Qin Xiao bowing his head subserviently, begging the noble families for forgiveness.
"For me to personally come out to greet him is a blessing Qin Xiao must have earned in his past lives!"
His gaze swept contemptuously over the wretched commoners, his posture arrogant to the extreme.
A moment later.
The distant ground suddenly began to tremble, and the thunderous sound of hooves echoed across the wilderness.
At the end of the horizon, a black line appeared, cutting across the vast landscape.
The man leading them had black hair fluttering in the wind, his aura as powerful as a soaring rainbow!
Seeing this, the corners of Cui Hao's eyes twitched slightly.
A cold sneer flashed through his eyes. As Qin Xiao and his party drew near, Cui Hao put on airs and looked down at them.
"Qin Xiao, do you know your crimes!"
His shout exploded like a clap of thunder.
The commoners' hearts chilled with fear.
The tide-like cavalry suddenly halted. The men behind Qin Xiao all stared at Cui Hao, displaying neither joy nor sorrow.
It was like gods looking down upon ants!
Sitting tall on his horse, Qin Xiao's dark, cold eyes lightly swept over Cui Hao and his group.
He didn't speak a single word, showing no anger or resentment, projecting an inviolable majesty.
His calm, unflinching eyes clashed with Cui Hao's cold glare.
Cui Hao's heart skipped a beat, and a hint of chill actually rose within him!
The atmosphere in the crowd suddenly froze, but it was quickly suppressed. A fierce light glinted in Cui Hao's eyes as he said coldly:
"Without my orders, Qin Xiao, you dare lead an army into the city? What is your intention? Do you have no respect for our noble families at all!"
His booming voice echoed in all directions.
The members of the various noble families glared coldly at Qin Xiao, all wearing hostile expressions.
Qin Xiao's figure shifted.
Holding the reins with one hand, he stepped down from his horse, calm and unhurried.
He stood as steady as a towering mountain beneath his feet.
His bloodstained battle robe fluttered in the wind, revealing an arrogant posture that looked down upon the entire world!
Seeing this, Cui Hao narrowed his eyes, his tone suddenly turning freezing cold:
"Qin Xiao, I am asking you a question. Why do you not answer?"
Qin Xiao merely lowered his eyes to look at the city full of commoners, dressed in rags and looking malnourished.
And the large iron cauldrons set up nearby, along with the bound women and children.
Qin Xiao's gaze suddenly turned icy. The anger within his body surged out like an erupting volcano, and a fierce light shot from the depths of his eyes!
"You noble families... truly deserve a thousand deaths!"
Qin Xiao's voice, as cold as ice, carried a chilling murderous intent that pierced straight into everyone's hearts.
A chill ran down Cui Hao's spine and his heart trembled. A flash of anger swept through his eyes, and his momentary fear instantly transformed into towering rage, flaring up in a second!
Staring coldly at Qin Xiao, he spoke slowly, "Qin Xiao, do you really think there is no one in our noble families who can put you in your place?"
Behind him, the scions of the noble families also rose in indignation. Swords and sabers were drawn from their sheaths, their grim intentions speaking for themselves.
"We didn't even blame you for not coming to save us, and yet you dare to blame us first!"
Cui Hao pointed at Qin Xiao and shouted harshly!
"You could clearly defeat Temujin, so why didn't you come to save us!"
"We are the great noble families! Do you know how many of our youths we lost?"
"This is all your fault! You caused all of this!"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.
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.”
