The three thousand Arhat soldiers lined up in a single row, frantically wielding their demon-subduing staffs. In an instant, sand flew and stones rolled; their imposing aura was monstrous!
Individually, these men might not be strong, but combined, they were enough to rival a supreme grandmaster!
"Kill!" Shen Han roared, brandishing his long saber as he charged toward Qin Xiao!
"Kill!" Not to be outdone, the rest of them also rushed forward.
"Your Majesty, be careful!" Lu Fengxian stepped in front of Qin Xiao, his expression solemn as he raised his Sky Piercer Halberd high.
Wisps of black demonic energy erupted from his body, enveloping him completely.
The black halberd, like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, tore through the sky and slashed toward the three thousand Arhat soldiers!
This strike contained all of Lu Fengxian's power.
A blood-red arc swept out, carrying an extremely dense aura of bloody slaughter!
As the arc flashed past, trees were cleaved in half, and dirt flew into the air!
"Form the array! Vajra Subduing Demons!" Shen Han, acting as the core of the military formation, gave the order.
The three thousand Arhat soldiers raised their staffs and shouted loudly.
"Vajra subduing demons, pressing forward with indomitable will!"
A golden wall of iron and bronze emerged, covering the heavens and the earth like a moat, blocking Lu Fengxian's sure-kill strike!
Lu Fengxian was sent flying backward. His feet hit the ground as he retreated frantically, finally coming to a stop only after crashing into a tree.
"Your Majesty, hurry and leave! I will bring up the rear!"
Saying this, Lu Fengxian prepared to charge forward again, intending to use his life to buy time for Qin Xiao.
"Stand down. I will handle this myself!"
Qin Xiao took a step forward, his aura towering to the heavens like a descending god of war!
Hearing this, Lu Fengxian stepped back, even though his heart was filled with confusion.
Facing Qin Xiao, he did not need to ask questions; he only needed to obey orders.
Hearing this, Shen Han could not help but burst into loud laughter.
"Hmph! Qin Xiao, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"
"You are already surrounded by my Arhat Army. Today will be the day you die!"
Not far away.
Seeing Qin Xiao being surrounded, Emperor Qinwu's eyes struggled intensely, and his fists clenched tightly.
Qin Xiao's rudeness and toughness made him feel anxious and uneasy.
That was the collapse of his patriarchal authority, making him completely lose control over Qin Xiao.
He hoped for Qin Xiao to die, but he was also afraid that Shen Han would kill him next after finishing off Qin Xiao.
Should he help Qin Xiao?
Emperor Qinwu pondered for a moment, let out a long breath, and finally made a decision.
"Qin Xiao, as long as you apologize to me, yield the throne, and swear eternal loyalty to Qin Yu, I can help you overcome this crisis."
"This is your last chance. Life or death depends entirely on your single thought!"
Qin Rumeng also shouted, "Qin Xiao, stop throwing a tantrum! The only one who can help you now is Imperial Father. Why don't you quickly kowtow and apologize to him?"
Right now, Qin Rumeng's feelings toward Qin Xiao were very complicated.
Ever since the incident with Shen Han, she had started to reflect.
Was the way she used to treat Qin Xiao too excessive?
They were siblings, family.
Yet, from the very beginning, she had always bullied Qin Xiao and never took him seriously.
Even to satisfy Qin Yu's appetite, she had made Qin Xiao go bare-chested to catch fish in the freezing river during the dead of winter.
At that time, the little Qin Xiao was so cold that his whole body turned red and purple, yet he still wore a fawning smile as he handed the fish to her.
That smile had been so cautious.
It made one's heart ache and feel aggrieved.
But now, everything had changed.
Qin Xiao no longer yielded to her, no longer respected her, and had even beaten her up.
In the beginning, Qin Rumeng hated Qin Xiao to the core.
However, today's scene—where her speaking up for Shen Han resulted in her imperial father having an arm severed and the fifty thousand imperial guards suffering heavy casualties—changed things.
She felt so stupid and naive for being deceived by such a superficial performance.
Suffering such a heavy blow made her look back on the past, realizing she had done many terrible things to Qin Xiao.
Guilt submerged Qin Rumeng like a tidal wave.
She did not want to see Qin Xiao die just like this.
No matter what, he was still her younger brother.
However, facing the words spoken by the two, Qin Xiao's eyes were cold, devoid of any emotion.
"Scram!"
A single cold word spilled from his lips, causing the hearts of the two to twitch violently.
"I am the Emperor, the King of Great Qin! Even if a King dies in battle, he will never bow his head and bend his knees to anyone!"
Qin Xiao's tone was very calm, yet it revealed an unquestionable dominance and majesty.
Emperor Qinwu flushed red with anger at these words.
Remembering the scene of himself begging Qin Xiao for help, anger immediately surged from his heart.
"Fine! You had better not ask me for help later!"
He gnashed his teeth, wishing he could crush them.
Qin Xiao merely cast a cold glance at this.
Facing the three thousand charging Arhat soldiers.
Qin Xiao opened the system.
"System, deploy ten thousand Mount Li Prisoner Soldiers into the woods!"
This army was not simple.
They were not mere labor prisoners, but the death row inmates of Mount Li!
Every single one of them had blood on their hands.
[Mount Li Prisoner Army: 10,000 men]
[Description: Drinking blood and eating raw meat, they are a human disaster. Once unleashed, they bring great terror! Fearless of life and death, fearless of pain, they devour the flesh and blood of their enemies in battle to strengthen themselves!]
Rustle!
Just as the three thousand Arhat soldiers were about to approach Qin Xiao.
The surrounding woods swayed wildly, and an overwhelmingly thick scent of blood swept over the area.
"Blood... I smell blood..."
"Hungry... so hungry..."
One by one, figures wearing white prison uniforms with disheveled hair emerged from the woods.
Their eyes were scarlet, their legs stiff. A bloody stench permeated their bodies, and they exuded a ghastly and terrifying aura.
"Delicious! A feast!"
"Eat, eat, eat!"
They roared, like beasts that had been starved for a long time, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws as they pounced toward the Arhat Army.
The Arhat Army was stunned by this sudden scene; they even forgot to resist.
In just a brief moment.
"Argh!"
Miserable screams pierced the sky!
Hundreds of Arhat soldiers instantly fell, tackled and bitten by a group of famished prisoner soldiers.
"Ah! Monsters! Die!"
After the Arhat soldiers snapped back to their senses, they immediately swung their demon-subduing staffs to strike the numerous prisoner soldiers.
The staffs slammed into the upper bodies of the prisoner soldiers, causing them to spit blood and breaking their bones.
However, the attacks of these prisoner soldiers only became more ferocious.
As if they felt no pain, they smashed their fists into the Arhat soldiers one after another.
If they lost their arms, they would bite with their teeth!
The scene was in total chaos.
The screams of the three thousand Arhat soldiers rang endlessly in the ears!
"Monsters! They know no pain and fear no death! They are a pack of demons from hell!"
One Arhat soldier after another turned pale, shouting and screaming with panicked eyes.
They wanted to fight back and break out, but they were completely surrounded by the prisoner soldiers.
Wave after wave of prisoner soldiers lunged forward tirelessly.
The Arhat soldiers were submerged within them, and miserable cries and wails rose one after another.
This was not a battle!
It was the unleashing of demons!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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."
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.”
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?"
