As soon as the voice fell,
everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
Had they been discovered?
No way, they were hiding behind countless arrays.
But if not, who was he talking to?
They exchanged glances, unsure of what to do.
Completely baffled.
"Hey, what are you all staring at? I'm talking to you," Yi Feng shouted.
Only then did Lin Youwei and the others realize that Yi Feng had indeed spotted them.
Not only that, but judging from his first words, it seemed he had known about their presence for a while.
In fact, it was possible that every move they made had been under his watchful eye.
Their expressions turned grim, unsure of how to proceed.
From Yi Feng's tone, it didn't seem like he had good intentions toward them.
Sure enough.
In the next moment, Yi Feng pulled out a massive blade several meters long, pointing it directly at them.
Then, with an intimidating aura, he growled,
"I'll give you three seconds to disappear from my sight."
"Three."
"Two."
"One..."
Before he could even finish, Lin Youwei and the others vanished without a trace.
Watching them disappear, Yi Feng couldn't help but scoff.
Those bastards.
He had noticed them long ago.
They had been hiding in the mountains for days, avoiding him every time they saw him. Clearly, they were up to no good.
After all, if they were decent people, why would they keep running away?
He even suspected that they were the ones who had stolen his missing money pouch.
So, in his foul mood, Yi Feng had simply driven them away.
After cursing under his breath for a while, he continued searching the area for his money pouch.
Meanwhile, Lin Youwei and the others were utterly terrified, having fled straight to the teleportation array. Without a second thought, they activated it and headed to Array Heaven City.
Recalling what had just happened, their hearts were still pounding.
It was terrifying.
Absolutely terrifying.
What kind of monstrous blade was that?
And what kind of overwhelming aura had Yi Feng unleashed?
They knew that if they hadn't fled, not a single one of them would have made it out alive.
"Why? Why did this happen?"
One of the array masters cried out in frustration, "All our efforts have gone to waste. Why?"
"We didn't provoke him or offend him in any way. Why did he destroy our arrays?"
"Exactly, why? This is so infuriating!"
Everyone began to vent their anger.
However, Lin Youwei sat quietly by the teleportation array, her face heavy with gloom.
"Leader, aren't you angry? That guy was so despotic, using his power like that," one of the array masters couldn't help but ask.
"There's no point in being frustrated,"
Lin Youwei took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "He is an enemy of our Array Realm."
"What?"
Hearing this, everyone stood up abruptly, "Leader, what makes you so sure he's our enemy?"
"Yes, tell us!"
They pressed her anxiously.
If Yi Feng had just been toying with them, they would only feel resentment.
But if he was truly their enemy, the situation was entirely different.
Under everyone's gaze, Lin Youwei spoke with gravity, word by word,
"Based on the clothes he was wearing."
"If you recall carefully, you'll realize that his attire was unmistakably from the Desolate Realm!"
"Combined with the fact that he destroyed our arrays and drove us away, it's enough to conclude that he is from the Desolate Realm!!!"

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】

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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!

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.”