"Su Wanqing of the Heaven Yan Sect, fifth level of Qi Condensation, nineteen years old, please enlighten me!"
As soon as her words fell, the surrounding rogue cultivators exploded into an uproar.
"Holy crap! A thirty-seven-year-old at the great perfection of Qi Condensation!"
"As expected of the Han family!"
"I'm over fifty this year and still stuck at the fifth level of Qi Condensation!"
"Wait, Su Wanqing? Isn't she the girl who climbed to the sixty-third floor of the Heart-Questioning Pavilion three days ago?"
"That's right! It's her! The daughter of the Valley Master of Sunset Valley, whose entire family was wiped out by the Heavenly Sword Sect!"
"But she's only at the fifth level of Qi Condensation!"
"It's over, isn't she just throwing her life away?"
"The gap is too big, there's no way she can fight him!"
"What is the Heaven Yan Sect thinking? Sending a fifth-level Qi Condensation cultivator up..."
"Sigh, they are a new sect after all, their foundation is lacking!"
"The Han family has a thousand years of foundation, any random Qi Condensation cultivator they pull out is at the peak. How many days has the Heaven Yan Sect even been established?"
Every single word of these remarks drifted into Han Qing's ears.
Hearing these discussions, the smile on Han Qing's lips grew wider.
He looked Su Wanqing up and down, his gaze sliding from her face to the sword at her waist, and deliberately raised his voice:
"Oh? So it's a stray dog whose family was destroyed."
"The Heaven Yan Sect really has no one left, to send out this kind of random riffraff to make a fool of themselves."
"I advise you to quickly kneel down and admit defeat, lest I kill you with a single sword strike later, making your dead parents restless in the underworld."
Su Wanqing's eyes instantly turned red.
There was nothing more infuriating than someone insulting one's deceased family!
Right at this moment, a faint voice came from the stone throne, landing clearly in her ears:
"Kill him."
The moment the voice fell.
Su Wanqing moved.
No one saw clearly how she moved.
Only a faint afterimage was left in her original spot, without even a trace of wind.
Only Han Tieyi and Han Lie, the two Nascent Soul True Lords, had their expressions suddenly change drastically, crying out in shock:
"Watch out!!"
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Squelch—!
The sword tip pierced through his chest and came out his back. A drop of blood slid down the blade and dripped onto the ground.
With a patter, it was exceptionally clear in the quiet arena.
The mockery on Han Qing's face hadn't even had time to fade before it instantly froze, turning into extreme terror.
His eyes were wide open, his pupils reflecting Su Wanqing's pale and resolute face.
He looked down at the longsword piercing out of his chest, blood dripping from the tip.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but could only let out a wheezing, leaking sound.
"You..."
This was the last word he left in this world.
Su Wanqing violently pulled out her longsword.
Han Qing's body fell limply to the ground, his eyes wide open. Even in death, he couldn't believe that he had been instantly killed by a single sword strike from a fifth-level Qi Condensation rogue cultivator.
The entire venue was dead silent!
You could hear a pin drop!
Everyone froze in place, their mouths open wide enough to fit an egg, their minds completely blank.
After a full ten breaths, someone finally reacted, gasping in a breath of cold air.
Hiss—!!
"I... I'm not seeing things, right? Han Qing is dead?"
"One sword! Just one sword! She instantly killed Han Qing, who was at the great perfection of Qi Condensation!"
"My god! Is this a disciple of the Heaven Yan Sect? This is too terrifying!"
"Who said she was a stray dog? She is clearly a Goddess of Carnage!"
"What just happened? I didn't even see how she moved!"
"Could it be teleportation?"
"A fifth-level Qi Condensation instantly killing a peak Qi Condensation... What kind of monster sect is the Heaven Yan Sect?"
...
On the Han family's side, it was even more dead silent.
The disdain on Han Feng's face vanished without a trace, replaced by disbelief.
His folding fan stopped in mid-air, forgetting to wave it. His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes stared fixedly at Han Qing's corpse, unmoving.
He had watched Han Qing grow up, suppressing his foundation for three years just so he could soar into the sky one day.
But now, he had died without even having the chance to make a move.
Han Yue's large hand froze in mid-air, his eyes dull.
Han Tieyi stood in place, trembling all over, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
He had seen it clearly just now; Su Wanqing's move wasn't teleportation at all, it was simply fast!
Fast to the extreme!
So fast... it was almost like teleportation!
How was this possible?
This kind of speed was absolutely not something a Qi Condensation cultivator should possess!
Han Tieyi took a deep breath, suppressing the stormy waves in his heart, and looked up at the white-clothed figure on the stone platform.
His eyes were filled with dread!
Lin Yan leaned against the stone throne, his legs crossed. A slice of green tangerine had appeared in his hand at some unknown point, and he was slowly chewing on it.
It was as if the one who just died wasn't a genius of the Han family, but a mere ant.
[Ding! Outer sect disciple Su Wanqing has killed a Han family genius. Reputation greatly increased. Sect points +100]
Whoa!
This can add points too?
Lin Yan was amused!
Han Tieyi looked at the other party's slightly upturned mouth, gritted his teeth, and cupped his hands, saying, "Senior has great means. In the Qi Condensation stage battles, my Han family admits defeat."
Lin Yan swallowed the green tangerine and gave a faint "Mm."
Han Tieyi straightened up and glanced back at Han Feng.
Han Feng's face turned blue and white. He picked up the folding fan that had fallen to the ground and strode to the center of the arena.
This time, he didn't smile, didn't mock, and didn't spout any harsh words.
His gaze swept past Su Wanqing and landed on Li Tianxing, his lips pressed into a thin line.
"Han Feng of the Han family, great perfection of Foundation Establishment, please enlighten me!"
Li Tianxing walked out from the crowd.
His pace was neither fast nor slow, his face calm, and his eyes indifferent.
He walked to the center of the arena, stood thirty feet away from Han Feng, and cupped his hands.
"Li Tianxing of the Heaven Yan Sect, mid-stage Foundation Establishment, please enlighten me."
Han Feng looked him up and down.
Mid-stage Foundation Establishment.
Two minor realms lower than himself.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief in his heart, but didn't show it on his face.
With Han Qing's disastrous example, he didn't dare to show any more contempt.
"Please!"
As soon as he spoke, Han Feng made his move.
He didn't try to win with speed like he usually did, but probed first.
Folding his fan, he tapped his toes lightly, and his figure blurred, appearing on Li Tianxing's left side, the tip of the fan pointing toward his shoulder.
The force wasn't great, the speed wasn't fast, and he held back seventy percent of his strength.
Li Tianxing turned sideways, and the tip of the fan brushed past his sleeve, missing by half an inch.
Han Feng frowned slightly and launched another attack.
The fan opened, sweeping horizontally toward Li Tianxing's waist, the speed a bit faster than the first move.
Li Tianxing took a step back. The edge of the fan swept past his abdomen, his robes lifted by the strong wind, but it didn't touch his skin.
Han Feng increased his speed.
As the folding fan opened and closed, the fan ribs acted like blades and the surface like a shield. Move after move, he grew faster and faster.
His moves were fierce and varied, sometimes striking acupoints, sometimes slashing, sometimes blocking, and sometimes feinting.
Li Tianxing could only passively defend and dodge.
Han Feng felt relieved in his heart.
Good, he doesn't have that terrifying speed.
Since he doesn't have a speed advantage, how could a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator possibly be a match for me at the great perfection of Foundation Establishment?
He no longer hesitated, his aura suddenly surging!
"Take this!"
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?!
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!
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.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
