"Qin Xiao, we've all admitted our mistakes. Can you not be so heartless! Come over and save us quickly!"
Qin Rumeng watched Shen Han approaching step by step, the oppressive feeling of death growing stronger and stronger!
She couldn't help but cry out to Qin Xiao for help.
"I've already apologized. What more do you want, Qin Xiao? Do you have to drive me to my death?"
"Even though I let you down in the past, are you completely without fault?"
"We are family, you can't treat me like this!"
Hearing these words, Qin Xiao's expression remained entirely unruffled.
But behind him, Lu Fengxian and Jia Xu widened their eyes, looking utterly bewildered.
"Your Majesty, there is something this humble general is unsure whether he should say."
"Speak."
"Your family... is truly absurd!"
"You'll get used to it."
Qin Xiao replied casually.
In his previous life, he had lived through the era of the information explosion.
People far more outrageous than this were everywhere.
Qin Xiao didn't care in the slightest, calling out:
"Qin Rumeng, I am telling you, your crying... counts against your time."
As for saving them.
You must be joking.
What did their life or death have to do with him, Qin Xiao?
Hearing this, Qin Rumeng's face instantly turned deathly pale, her entire body going cold.
The same went for Emperor Qinwu.
Empress Dowager Wen wore an expression of utter heartbreak and anguish.
It seemed no one could believe that Qin Xiao would actually choose not to save them.
Yet when it truly happened, none of them could accept the scene unfolding before their eyes.
Right at this moment.
Shen Han was on the verge of slaughtering his way right up to Emperor Qinwu.
The fifty thousand imperial guards finally snapped out of their daze.
The commander of the imperial guards let out a furious roar, raising his blade and charging at Shen Han.
"Brothers! Kill him!"
"Defend the Supreme Emperor to the death!"
"Charge!"
The fifty thousand imperial guards roared in unison.
Gripping sharp swords and brandishing their weapons, they surged forward.
"You overestimate yourselves!"
Shen Han paused his steps, a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes.
He casually struck out a palm toward the charging commander.
A massive, materialized palm print blasted forward.
Crack!
The palm print smashed onto the commander's forehead. His head instantly exploded into a bloody mess, and his corpse crashed heavily to the ground.
Even so, this merely delayed Shen Han by a single step, giving Emperor Qinwu enough time to frantically flee for his life, dragging Empress Dowager Wen and Qin Rumeng along.
A flash of irritation crossed Shen Han's eyes. He wanted to give chase, but the imperial guards swarming from all directions completely surrounded him.
Over a dozen blades hacked and slashed at his body!
Had it been a normal person, they would have long been chopped into mincemeat.
However, when the guards' blades landed, a sharp clang rang out.
The sound of clashing metal echoed in the ears, so jarring it made one's scalp tingle.
Violent astral winds whipped around Shen Han as his protective astral energy formed a barrier, blocking the blades from reaching him.
"Ants! Die!"
Shen Han bellowed.
The protective astral energy swept out in all directions!
The energy pierced straight through the surrounding soldiers.
Blood splattered everywhere!
In the span of a single breath, the advancing soldiers were shredded into a mist of blood by the astral energy!
"Damn it! Emperor Qinwu got away!"
Shen Han's expression darkened to the extreme, his ruthless eyes locked onto Emperor Qinwu's retreating back.
To miss such a perfect opportunity left Shen Han deeply unwilling!
A Supreme Grandmaster was not someone who could be killed just because one wished it.
If he hadn't ambushed Emperor Qinwu first, catching him off guard, and used a peerless poison on top of that...
Otherwise, he truly wouldn't have been able to do anything to Emperor Qinwu for the time being.
After all, reaching the realm of a Supreme Grandmaster meant possessing peerless martial prowess, capable of easily taking an enemy general's head from amidst an army of ten thousand.
"Since that's the case..." Shen Han's eyes narrowed. Looking down at the horde of imperial guards charging at him, he stopped holding back.
"Come out, all of you!"
"Slaughter this pack of imperial guards, leave none alive!"
The moment his voice fell.
A flurry of rapid footsteps echoed from within the temple.
Three thousand bare-chested monks, their skin coated in gold dust like Arhats, marched out wielding demon-subduing staffs.
"So what if it's an army of fifty thousand? My Arhat Army can suppress everything!"
"Kill!"
Shen Han raised his hand and waved.
The three thousand-strong Arhat Army plunged into the fifty thousand imperial guards like wolves into a flock of sheep.
Every strike was decisive and ruthlessly bloody!
"Kill!"
The three thousand Arhats were like tigers among sheep.
Wherever they passed, countless imperial guards screamed as they fell from their horses or were smashed into a bloody pulp by a single staff strike!
In just a short moment, over half of the fifty thousand imperial guards were dead or injured!
"This... this entire army is made up of martial artists!"
Standing in a safe zone to watch the battle, Emperor Qinwu's face was deathly pale, his eyes wide with shock!
There was a natural, insurmountable gap between martial artists and ordinary soldiers.
Though ordinary soldiers possessed a murderous aura and could trap a Grandmaster to death with swarming tactics.
An army of martial artists was entirely different.
Such an army was incredibly precious; no matter which nation they belonged to, they would be the absolute peak of military might!
To cultivate a three thousand-strong army of martial artists would cost an ocean of resources, even for the Great Qin.
How could this mere Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple possess such terrifying foundations!
It was simply impossible!
Shen Han met Emperor Qinwu's gaze from afar, the corners of his lips curling up slightly, as if he understood the confusion in the other man's eyes.
"Emperor Qinwu, I must thank your daughter for my ability to command this three thousand-strong martial artist army. Otherwise, it would have taken another ten years of effort to cultivate them."
He expressed his sincere gratitude.
Hearing this, Emperor Qinwu looked puzzled.
But in the next instant, he seemed to realize something.
His eyes snapped wide open, his breathing grew ragged, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably.
"You beast! You... you actually did such a thing to my daughter! She is your wife!"
Shen Han's madness completely enraged Emperor Qinwu.
Yet, he was no match for Shen Han; all he could do was be angry.
Seeing Emperor Qinwu acting so uselessly, Shen Han's eyes filled with disdain and contempt.
"Although I am enemies with Qin Xiao, I must admit that if it weren't for his existence, the Great Qin would have perished long ago!"
Emperor Qinwu truly did not deserve his title!
So-called wise and divine leadership was nothing but the ignorance of the common folk.
Shen Han knew that the one truly holding up the Great Qin was none other than Qin Xiao!
Emperor Qinwu's face flushed between shades of green and red from anger at these words.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
Shen Han couldn't care less about this useless old thing.
From beginning to end, his gaze had remained entirely fixed on Qin Xiao.
That man...
After three whole years, they had finally met again today!
"Qin Xiao, we meet again."
Shen Han locked eyes with Qin Xiao.
The moment their gazes met, a surging, monstrous killing intent swept up like a towering tidal wave!
"Qin Xiao, this time, the timing, the terrain, and the people are all on my side! Have you thought about how you want to die?"
Extreme excitement caused Shen Han's body to tremble, his eyes shooting out a brutal, bloodthirsty light.
The three thousand Arhat soldiers stood tall on the left and right, crushing forward like a golden torrent!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
