As his words fell, everyone was shocked.
Ye Xiu spoke to the North Ice Star Emperor like this without even an apology!
The North Ice Star Emperor was a real Star Emperor powerhouse. In Tianyuan Holy State, he had absolute hegemonic strength!
With this attitude, did Ye Xiu really think that killing Yue Wuya qualified him to contend with a Star Emperor powerhouse?
In front of the Star Emperor, Ye Xiu was just an ant.
At this time, the Supreme Emperor Cangyang also slowly stood up with a solemn face. As an elder who watched Ye Xiu grow up, he naturally did not want to see anything happen to Ye Xiu. Moreover, Ye Xiu's talents were so against the heavens that if he died young, it would be a huge loss for the Canglong Dynasty.
Cangyang said, "North Ice Star Emperor, after all, the sword has no eyes."
Before Cangyang could finish speaking, the North Ice Star Emperor said coldly, "Cangyang, this is our Tianyuan Holy Temple's business."
As an outer sect disciple, Ye Xiu killed the saint son, which was already presumptuous, and even more so a harm upon his fellow sect members. No matter what, he must die today without a doubt. You need not persuade me!"
Cangyang's expression instantly became solemn. He knew things had escalated beyond his control and he could not help Ye Xiu, even though he was also a Star Emperor. The North Ice Star Emperor possessed the top thousand Physique, the Mystic Ice Physique. Also, the North Ice Star Emperor's cultivation base surpassed his own, having already reached the Star Heaven realm. Even if he wanted to help, he was powerless.
Cangyang sighed heavily, looking at Ye Xiu, and said, "Ye Xiu, apologize to the North Ice Star Emperor!"
At the same time, Fan Tong and Ye Haotian's faces turned deathly pale.
The North Ice Star Emperor intended to kill!
The nightmare was just beginning!
"North Ice Star Emperor, please, it was my son Ye Xiu who acted rashly and killed Yue Wuya. He is your esteemed disciple and Tianyuan Holy Temple's saint son!
All of this is my fault as his father for not teaching my son well.
Please direct all your anger at me. I, Ye Haotian, can take all punishment in my son's place, even death, if that is your wish!"
Ye Haotian's voice shook violently as he pleaded bitterly.
At this moment, Yue Guan suddenly stood up, eyes bloodshot and fierce. "North Ice Star Emperor, the entire Ye family should die!
Yue Wuya was your disciple, Tianyuan Holy Temple's saint son!"
Yue Wuya's death was a huge blow to Yue Guan. He watched his most outstanding son die right before his eyes!
Just then, an icy, bone-chilling voice rang out. In an instant, everyone looked in shock at Ye Xiu still standing proudly on the martial stage.
"No need for apologies." Ye Xiu's voice was as cold as nine netherworld ice. "Father, do not beg him!"
Ye Xiu stared straight at the North Ice Star Emperor. His gaze was like a sword piercing the heavens, stabbing directly at the North Ice Star Emperor. "North Ice Star Emperor, I respected you as Tianyuan Holy Temple's supreme elder, so my previous words showed some restraint. But now, you unreasonable old man no longer warrant any respect from me!"
Hearing these words, everyone felt a chill down their spines.
He still dared to provoke the North Ice Star Emperor!
What gave him the gall to call the North Ice Star Emperor an unreasonable old man?
Ye Xiu took a step forward, a sword radiance sweeping forth, pointing straight at the North Ice Star Emperor!
The sword pointed at the Star Emperor!
"Do you really think I fear you?" Ye Xiu's voice was as cold as netherworld ice. "Hmph, just a Star Emperor powerhouse, so amazing?"
Many people's faces turned green with fright.
This brat actually looked down on a Star Emperor!
"Yue Wuya's death was his own fault for trying to kill me. How can I not be allowed to kill him in return? What kind of twisted logic is that!"
In my Ye Xiu's dictionary, if someone respects me a foot, I'll respect them ten feet. If they don't respect me, I'll repay them in kind!
If you want to kill me, go ahead and try, but think carefully if you have the ability!"
"Repay them in kind!" The North Ice Star Emperor gnashed his teeth in anger, his voice squeezed out between gritted teeth. A shocking, sky-shattering surge of killing intent erupted!
"Son, hold your tongue!" At the same time, Ye Haotian and Fan Tong charged down. With a huge boom, they stood in front of Ye Xiu.
At this moment, the North Ice Star Emperor moved! He shot into the sky, freezing the void wherever he passed, countless ice crystals forming. He arrived high above the martial stage, an icy chill that could completely freeze a person enveloping the entire conferment plaza!
Cangyang quickly made a move, aureate stellar radiance covering the conferment plaza.
"North Ice Star Emperor, for old times' sake between us, spare his life." Cangyang also came before Ye Xiu.
The North Ice Star Emperor angrily bellowed, "Today, I'll give no face!"
In the air above the conferment plaza, with the North Ice Star Emperor at the center, thick layers of ice spread in all directions like a mountain.
"Father, let me handle this. Just a Star Emperor who thinks he's hot stuff."
Ye Xiu pushed aside Ye Haotian and Fan Tong, walking right up to Cangyang.
Ye Xiu's mouth curled up slightly, revealing an odd smile.
Ye Xiu put his hand to his mouth and lightly whistled.
"Purple Wing Roc, time for you to take the stage!"
The sky was suddenly whipped into a ten thousand mile windstorm, the entire conferment plaza shaking violently.
A streak of purple light fell from the heavens like divine thunder, plummeting down.
Chirp—
I just woke up and wrote a chapter to give you a quick fix first. I'll be waiting for your praise to keep me motivated. My writing speed will increase a hundredfold later!!!
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.”
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'!"
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?"
