“Do you think you're so awesome just by posing?”
And so, one slash after another...
Before the few black-clothed men could even display their skills, they were effortlessly hacked down by Yi Feng, leaving only the leading man barely clinging to life on the ground.
This scene had already dumbfounded the nearby master and servant, their red lips wide open in utter astonishment.
Based on the aura they exuded, it was evident that these seven were all at the Martial Emperor realm.
Yet in the face of this youth, these seven Martial Emperors did not have the slightest capacity to fight back and were killed in just a few slashes.
Most critically, the two women still had not discerned this young man's actual cultivation level!
"You tried to rob me, so keep on trying, you trash!"
Yi Feng placed the cleaver against the leading man's neck and coldly shouted,
"I...I was wrong, spare me, I beg you spare me!"
"Wuu...I shouldn't have tried to rob your belongings."
Feeling the chilling glint of the cleaver, the leading man prostrated himself on the ground, voice filled with regret.
"Hmph."
"I thought you were quite capable, weren't you acting all cocky earlier?"
Yi Feng let out a cold snort, unable to help glancing contemptuously to the side.
However.
It was precisely this sudden glance and movement from Yi Feng that caused a fierce glint to flash through the leading man's eyes. He suddenly erupted from the ground.
At the same time he erupted upwards, vital energy surged wildly within his body, converging towards his right hand.
In an instant.
He condensed a pulsating ball of energy in his palm, brimming with rolling storms.
"Hahaha, you're still too naive!"
"You should have just killed me outright earlier. Since you didn't strike me down immediately, bear the brunt of my dying counterattack!"
Madness colored his voice as he revealed the appearance of one staking his all. He thrust the powerful attack in his hands straight towards Yi Feng's chest.
This strike, it connected!
"Is he...dead?"
Seeing this, the spectating master and servant's eyes widened in horror, gaze fixed intently on Yi Feng as apprehension filled their hearts.
Although they had been shocked by Yi Feng's earlier might, taking a point-blank strike without defense from a Martial Emperor still seemed to spell certain doom in their eyes.
The black-clothed man who attacked also held his breath as he watched Yi Feng, those eyes of his motionless like an eagle's.
"Dead?"
Similar misgivings ran through his mind.
The wind.
Howled past.
In this moment.
An eerie silence permeated the scene, even the sound of breathing fading away.
Suddenly.
A voice shattered the tranquil atmosphere.
"You touched me?"
The voice came from Yi Feng's mouth. At the same time, he rubbed his chest with his palm.
"Groping me while on your deathbed, what a resounding dying counterattack, low on damage but packing quite the humiliation huh!"
He swung his palm out in a loud slap, knocking the black-clothed man flat on the ground again, foot stomping on his chest.
This scene caused the master and servant duo whose hearts were in their throats to become stupefied.
Touch, touch you?
A full powered strike from a Martial Emperor actually described as touching you...
How could that not sound a beatdown begging to happen?
Beneath Yi Feng's feet, the black-clothed man was even more dumbstruck, bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Yi Feng.
To think he would emerge completely unharmed after tanking his strongest attack with no defense at all?
"Just who are you?"
Unresigned terror colored the black-clothed man's eyes as he squeezed out word for word.
"Who am I you ask?"
Yi Feng sneered coldly.
The man looked towards Yi Feng expectantly.
"I'm your granddaddy."
Yi Feng's cleaver descended swiftly and cleanly.
At this point.
The seven black-clothed men had all perished.
"Really, all sorts daringly block the road and rob people these days, do they actually think I'm vegetarian or something?"
Yi Feng grabbed the black-clothed men's clothes and complained while wiping his cleaver clean of blood before keeping it.
After putting away his cleaver, Yi Feng straightened out his pristine robes and turned his head with a faint smile towards the women.
"Esteemed ladies need not worry any longer."
He gently uttered.
At his words, the master and servant shuddered before hurriedly walking over, bowing deeply by Yi Feng's side as they reverently cried out, "Greetings senior!"
"Hey now, enough with this senior business, they were just some trash I took care of." Yi Feng quickly helped the two women up, dismissively stating.
The two women couldn't help twitching their lips.
Casually labeling Martial Emperors as trash, his words truly left them not knowing how to respond.
Yet they also couldn't refute it at all.
After all, it was true that he had casually disposed of seven Martial Emperors like chopping vegetables. To him, Martial Emperors probably truly were trash!
"On the contrary, it is I who should be thanking you two."
Yi Feng continued on to say. After all, while these lasses were cowardly, their good intentions to help him were still rather apparent.
"Senior is too kind, senior didn't even need our help to begin with. Rather, us two became senior's burden instead." The two women apprehensively replied.
"You're both far too modest."
Although the two women were completely right, Yi Feng didn't wish to dampen their admirable intentions of drawing their swords to aid injustice they saw. Hence he consoled jokingly, "The arrival of you two beauties could be said to have emboldened me, for only in the presence of such beauty could I erupt with such apocalyptic might!"
Yi Feng's joke caused the tense women to be unable to refrain from smiling coyly behind their hands.
They truly hadn't expected this eminent personage to actually be so humorous and easygoing!
Furthermore, looking at his refined and unruffled appearance, it was truly difficult to connect him with that terrifying figure from before who had casually reaped the souls of seven Martial Emperors with a turn of his hand!
After some more small talk, Yi Feng learned that the woman was named Ye Yi, while the girl by her side was her handmaiden Xiao Chun.
"Right, is there a city up ahead?" Yi Feng asked.
"Reporting to senior, there is an administration city about fifty kilometers ahead." Ye Yi respectfully replied.
"That's good to know there's a city."
Yi Feng smiled with a nod, also stating, "Lady Ye, no need to address me as senior or anything, just an ordinary commoner, there's no need to put on the formalities practitioners have."
"A common...commoner?"
Ye Yi's red lips parted, an incredulous expression on her face as she looked at Yi Feng.
"Why would I lie to you, do I look like someone with any cultivation arts?" Yi Feng spread his hands out with a laugh.
Ye Yi twitched her mouth.
Right.
A commoner.
On the surface that was indeed what he looked to be and she had initially believed him.
But after witnessing with her own eyes Yi Feng annihilating those seven Martial Emperors, she could only say that in her life, she had never seen such an unfathomable commoner before.
Thus, Ye Yi couldn't help but laugh, "Senior teases too much. If senior was truly an average human, how could you possibly deal with those seven so easily?"
"What's so hard about getting rid of them?"
Yi Feng chuckled as he spoke, "To begin with those guys were shoddy trash. It's not just cultivators who can achieve a one versus seven, ordinary commoners can too."
"Senior jests again. How could an average mortal possibly face all seven of them?" Ye Yi gave a faint smile, only reckoning internally that Yi Feng was messing with her.
Wait just a moment.
She seemed to have noticed something off right after she finished speaking.
Did Yi Feng just say earlier that even commoners could achieve a one versus seven?
Could he be implying...
Ye Yi suddenly recalled that when Yi Feng had killed those seven just now, not an iota of energy undulations were revealed from him. Nor did he utilize any mystic arts practitioners had. Even his movements were simply basic stances ordinary mortals used.
Gasp!
Once she thought back to this point, Ye Yi couldn't help inhaling sharply.
In other words.
The man standing before her eyes slew those seven Martial Emperors purely by mortal methods?
invincible power, Gu Changge transmigrates into a fantasy world, bound to a sign-in system that grants him cultivation rewards and various peerless treasures daily. While others struggle desperately to break through their cultivation realms, he has long since reached the pinnacle of the Great Dao, becoming a reclusive Emperor whose true strength even he himself cannot fathom. Originally planning to lie low and retire peacefully on Purple Bamboo Peak, the system suddenly issues a new task — take on disciples. With no other choice, Gu Changge casually picks up a few disciples: The eldest disciple, born with a War God Constitution, is thrown a copy of "War God Stratagems" by him, and ends up conquering the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, becoming a peerless War God who sweeps across the cosmos. The second disciple, possessing a Chaos Sword Body, can break all techniques with a single sword, his swordsmanship unmatched throughout history. He points his sword at the heavens: "My master said, the sword and the man stand together. If the sword perishes... my master will give me another one." The third disciple, a reborn Empress who returns to her throne, her elegance and grace overshadowing all beings. And without anyone noticing, his own sect, the Qingxuan Sect, has become the number one sect on the continent. Looking at these unbelievably formidable disciples, Gu Changge, holding the "Primordial Purple Qi" he just signed in for, falls into deep thought: — Wasn't this supposed to be a peaceful retirement? How did I become the ultimate master?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
