Tianyuan Peak.
After reporting his name, Ye Xiu left immediately without staying longer. However, just as he walked to the square, he saw several familiar faces coming towards him.
It turned out to be Leng Yue Han, Ji Ru Feng, Xiao Feng whose face was still wrapped in bandages, and a young man in white robes beside Xiao Feng.
The bearing of that young man in white was extraordinary, and his aura was quite magnificent. He was clearly above Xiao Feng, and should be Wei Mo who was ranked ninth on the Saint Child List that Ye Xiu had seen earlier.
Seeing these few people together now, one could imagine what was going on.
It's that Ye Xiu brat. Upon seeing Ye Xiu, Xiao Feng cried out in surprise. As soon as he saw Ye Xiu, he was reminded of the scene where he was slapped in the face repeatedly in front of the Holy Star Tower, and his eyes showed a look of horror as he shrank back instinctively.
This brat was really his nightmare.
Seeing Xiao Feng's reaction, Wei Mo said coldly: What is there to fear from him?
Ye Xiu walked leisurely to the front of the four with large strides.
At this moment, countless gazes were focused on him.
After all, everyone in the Celestial Origin Saint Palace knew about the grievances between Ye Xiu and the North Pole Star Palace. It had to be said that Xiao Feng was really miserable - even after so many days, the swelling on his face still hadn't gone down.
However, they couldn't understand why Wei Mo, ranked ninth on the Saint Child List, had also come along as Ye Xiu walked up to them face-to-face.
Ye Xiu stopped abruptly a few steps away from the four.
Since that old fogey the North Ice Star Emperor still wanted to make trouble for him, Ye Xiu was not going to give them any friendly looks either.
Suddenly, Ye Xiu burst into loud laughter. Xiao Feng, long time no see, it seems like the wounds on your face still haven't healed!
Ye Xiu sighed and shook his head in mock sympathy. Alas, I really feel sorry for you.
Hearing these words and being ridiculed like this in front of everyone, Xiao Feng almost spat out blood from anger!
At this moment, an icy cold voice fell into Ye Xiu's ears.
Ye Xiu, aren't you being a little too arrogant?
Ye Xiu looked up with knitted brows. Who are you? Who do you think you are to lecture me?
As these words were spoken, the faces of all the onlookers changed drastically!
This brat, to actually say such things in front of Wei Mo!
Are those words a human should say?
He doesn't even recognize Wei Mo?
They didn't know that Ye Xiu had guessed who he was, but deliberately pretended not to recognize him.
So what if it's the North Pole Star Palace? One should know that even the North Ice Star Emperor had begged for mercy before him, so Wei Mo didn't amount to anything!
Wei Mo's face instantly turned extremely ugly. He said in a cold voice, "I am the first saint son of the North Pole Star Palace, Wei Mo, ranked ninth on the Saint Child List!"
"Oh," Ye Xiu responded with absolute calm. Then he looked at Wei Mo again with utter calmness and said, "So, are we very familiar with each other? You are ranked ninth on the Saint Child List, so I should know you?"
Upon hearing these words, everyone's hearts almost jumped out of their chests.
Damn, this brat does have guts!
Wei Mo said coldly, "Xiao Feng is one of us from the North Pole Star Palace. With your presumptuous words, could it be you do not wish to live anymore?"
At this moment, emboldened by Wei Mo's presence, Xiao Feng pointed at Ye Xiu and said, "Ye Xiu, don't overestimate yourself. As an outer sect disciple, who gave you the gall to speak to Senior Brother Wei Mo like that?"
Ye Xiu's pupils instantly turned extremely cold. A chill erupted, sending a shiver down Wei Mo's spine even though he was some distance away.
Ye Xiu said coldly, "Are you threatening me?"
Xiao Feng shouted, "So what if I'm threatening you? Don't tell me you want to make a move here?"
"Go ahead and try if you have the guts!"
"Heh heh," Ye Xiu laughed until his whole body trembled. Then his laughter stopped abruptly. His eyes instantly revealed an extremely annoyed look. "I, Ye Xiu, hate threats the most!"
"It seems the swelling on your face last time was not enough!"
The moment his voice fell.
A vigorous and powerful stellar energy erupted from Ye Xiu's body in an instant.
Great Perfection Traceless Steps!
Before anyone could react, ten afterimages shot towards Xiao Feng like lightning!
When Ye Xiu's figure reappeared, he was already dozens of meters behind Wei Mo and the others. Ye Xiu grabbed Xiao Feng by the shoulders, his muffled voice thundered, "Threaten me? This time, I'll make sure every bone in your body is broken!"
Overlord Eighteen Throw!
It was the classic scene of Ye Xiu violently throwing Luo Tong earlier today.
In that instant, the faces of everyone present changed drastically.
Ye Xiu had actually made a move!
What's more, it was right in front of Wei Mo!
The next scene was even more thrilling!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ground shook violently. Ye Xiu grabbed Xiao Feng by the shoulders and smashed him heavily onto the ground of the square, again and again!
Smashing fiercely!
Without any hesitation or delay!
Simple and crude!
After the last smash landed, cracks appeared all over the floor.
One could imagine just how terrifying the impact of each smash was!
Ye Xiu was simply ruthless to the extreme!
Everyone's hearts trembled.
At this moment, Wei Mo's body shook violently as a vast and mighty aura instantly enveloped towards Ye Xiu.
The frightening aura of an eighth-level Star Chasm Realm powerhouse!
Even Wei Mo was caught completely off guard by Ye Xiu's sudden attack.
He was at the eighth level of the Star Chasm Realm. How could he have imagined that Ye Xiu would attack without the slightest hesitation at this very moment!
And it was right in front of him!
This not only slapped his own face, but also utterly disgraced the entire North Pole Star Palace.
"Ye Xiu, you're seeking death!" Wei Mo roared furiously, his aura erupting to the extreme.
Under the shroud of an eighth-level Star Chasm Realm aura, Ye Xiu still stood aloof and proud. He held Xiao Feng in front of him and said coldly, "If you make a move, with your strength, I'm afraid Xiao Feng really won't survive. He still has a breath left in him now."
Despicable!
Using Xiao Feng as a shield.
However, Wei Mo was already enraged to the extreme. He could not hear any of these words.
In the next moment, frost began to condense inch by inch from the ground. Wei Mo grasped with his palm, and his figure shot out explosively!
Terrifying coldness swept out, seeming to freeze the heavens and earth.
Wei Mo grasped at the void in front of him, and a sword of ice appeared in his hand.
Then, he stabbed towards Ye Xiu with a single sword.
But at this moment, an extremely sharp sword light that seemed to pierce through the void itself shot out from not far away.
Clang!
The sword light instantly collided with the ice sword, and Wei Mo's figure was sent flying far back before he could steady himself.
Who had made a move at this critical juncture?
Wei Mo's fierce gaze shot towards that direction.
But when he saw the black-clothed, sword-wielding figure, his whole body trembled slightly.
The Lone and Proud Heaven!
Here you go, I did not break my promise. Just now someone said I wouldn't be able to finish translating, haha, please give me good reviews and ratings!
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.
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!"
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.”
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."
