Crab Emperor stepped forward with a solemn bow, his expression grave.
"Sir, this matter is absolutely true!"
"The sea clans have many branches, but only the Heavenly Dragon Merman Tribe is tyrannical beyond measure, enslaving humans under their rule—all because of their terrifying combat prowess. In secret, they have become the strongest force among the sea clans!"
"If you doubt my words, you may verify with Island Master Shi. The Dragon Emperor Ao Budong and his Four Dragon Generals are immensely powerful, their might shaking the East Sea for tens of thousands of miles. Even the ancient clans of our continent dare not provoke them!"
Yi Feng listened with growing interest, his eyes alight as he turned to Shi Tianchuan.
"Is this truly the case?"
Shi Tianchuan paused briefly before recounting all he knew.
"Sir, your discernment is wise."
"What Elder Xie has said, I too have heard in part."
"Dragon Emperor Ao Budong's cultivation is unfathomable. At least ten thousand years ago, he had already reached the peak of the Ninth Grade. As for his current strength, no one knows. And the Four Dragon Generals—rumor has it none of them fall below the Ninth Grade!"
"Indeed, with these five forces standing guard, few on the continent would dare provoke them!"
As the two spoke in succession, the other two great leaders exchanged silent glances of astonishment.
This wretched old Crab Emperor was truly cunning!
His words were half-truths, and even Shi Tianchuan couldn’t refute them. By leveraging the island master’s knowledge, he had successfully painted the Heavenly Dragon Merman Tribe as the strongest clan.
With just a few words, he had shifted the blame squarely onto Ao Budong’s shoulders!
Tsk tsk.
As expected.
The Heavenly Dragon Merman Tribe was doomed!
Though they inwardly mocked, the two great leaders had long steeled themselves—there was no room for mercy.
In the face of such a calamity, the survival of a single clan mattered little. They had thought the three of them would struggle to protect themselves, yet now, against all odds, there was a chance to preserve the sea clans. This was an unexpected stroke of fortune.
If the sea clans could truly be saved, then the Heavenly Dragon Merman Tribe’s sacrifice would not be in vain.
After all, someone had to take the blame.
If they must be blamed…
Then blame their blindness in failing to recognize true power!
Ao Budong, that old fool, had set his sights on the Skeleton Lord. And his son was even worse—daring to provoke Sir Yi Feng first. Truly, a father’s sins visited upon his son.
Like father, like son.
Both in such a hurry to meet their doom.
The Sea Emperor and Heavenly Emperor exchanged a covert glance before chiming in with "praise."
"Exactly so! The Heavenly Dragon Merman Tribe is invincible in might. Even if we old bones fought with our lives, victory would be uncertain. We place our hopes entirely in your hands, sir!"
"We swear—if the Heavenly Dragon Merman Tribe is not annihilated, we are unworthy of being called men!"
As the rallying cry echoed once more, the tension of impending battle thickened the air.
Yi Feng, too, finally felt his spirits rise.
The Heavenly Dragon Merman Tribe was truly this powerful?
A Dragon Emperor.
Four Dragon Generals!
It seemed a bloody battle was inevitable!
Considering their formidable strength, Yi Feng clasped his hands solemnly and responded.
"Gentlemen, we shall hold our ground on the island. No reckless moves—we wait for the Dragon Emperor and his Four Generals to come to us!"
The assembly bowed in unison, their voices thunderous.
...
Deep within the East Sea.
Heavenly Dragon Merman Tribe’s grand hall.
The opulent palace stood empty, devoid of its usual enchanting songstresses and stirring music. The vast hall, now absent of attendants, felt eerily desolate.
Upon the dragon-carved throne, a haggard Dragon Emperor sat with bloodshot eyes, staring blankly at the Water Spirit Pearl in his hands.
Perhaps he had grown accustomed to the sight.
Gazing at what was once the hideous form of a catfish, Ao Budong’s eyes welled with tears—somehow, he could still see traces of his son’s former handsome visage. The contrast now only fueled his rage, his teeth grinding in fury.
"Damn it…"
"Damn it all!"
"My Lie’er… reduced to such a wretched state!"
After a long bout of cursing, footsteps echoed from outside the hall.
The Dragon Emperor swiftly wiped away his tears, his expression regaining its imperial dignity as he raised his gaze.
Four towering figures strode in, clad in golden jade armor, their auras radiating terrifying bloodlust. Though none stood taller than ten feet, their mere presence chilled the entire hall!
"We pay respects to Your Majesty!"
Looking upon the awe-inspiring Four Dragon Generals, the Dragon Emperor’s eyes gleamed with authority.
"Rise, all of you."
The generals stood and voiced their grief-stricken resolve.
"Your Majesty! The Third Prince has fallen victim to foul play. No matter how powerful the enemy, we, as generals of the Heavenly Dragon Merman Tribe, cannot tolerate such humiliation! We are ready to fight!"
"The dignity of our tribe cannot be trampled upon. If this grudge goes unavenged, we are unworthy of our titles!"
"Your Majesty, the North Sea Emperor and the other elders are but flickering candles in their twilight years, too cowardly to act. But we fear no enemy—we will fight to the death!"
"Indeed! The Heavenly Dragon Merman Tribe bows to no foe!"
Hearing their fervent loyalty, Ao Budong felt a flicker of warmth in his heart.
But ever since returning to the palace, he had pondered the matter carefully.
The enemy possessed extraordinary techniques, annihilating tens of thousands of merman soldiers with a mere wave of their hand—their power defied comprehension. Initially, he had believed only the sea clan elders could oppose them, yet even those mighty figures had retreated in fear…
This alone proved the enemy was an existence the sea clans could never hope to challenge!
Blinded by rage that day, he had failed to think clearly.
Only upon reflection did cold sweat drench his back.
Now, Ao Budong had suppressed his hatred, his cold gaze sweeping over the Four Dragon Generals.
"Generals."
"Lie’er’s fate was a tribulation ordained by the heavens, beyond our power to alter. If destiny permits, he may yet regain his true form one day."
"From this moment onward, let this matter rest!"
His stern decree left the generals stunned.
Yet with the Dragon Emperor’s command issued, they could only bow in acceptance.
Once the matter was set aside, however, the fire in Ao Budong’s eyes still smoldered. His voice was icy as he spoke through clenched teeth.
"Lie’er’s misfortune began with the insolence of the humans from the East Sea’s Seventy-Two Islands. Conquering the East Sea was his final wish…"
Clearly,
If he could not take revenge on that skeleton, could he not at least vent his fury on the humans of the Seventy-Two Islands?
"By my decree!"
"In two days’ time, our entire tribe shall march! You four shall lead the vanguard. I, the Dragon Emperor, will personally oversee the conquest of the Seventy-Two Islands, fulfilling Lie’er’s last desire. Those ignorant humans who brought harm upon my son—they shall all perish!"
The Four Dragon Generals straightened, saluting with solemn resolve.
"We obey the Dragon Emperor’s command!"
Mobilizing the entire Heavenly Dragon Merman Tribe to crush the insignificant Seventy-Two Islands was indeed overkill, yet none raised objections. They understood their emperor’s wrath all too well.
After all,
They too could see the twisted logic—if this hatred found no outlet, how could the heart’s knot be undone?
Left to fester, it might even birth a demonic obsession!
Such was the way of the world. Someone had to take the blame.
And conveniently, the weak Seventy-Two Islands were the perfect target.
If they must be blamed…
Then blame their pitiful frailty!
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.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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!
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】
