"Who dares to cause trouble at the Gates of Hell!"
"Truly, the road to heaven is ignored, while the path to hell is willingly taken!"
Several furious shouts erupted from within the Gates of Hell, followed by streaks of light flashing as figures flew out from the mountain gate. Moments later, the massive gates swung open, and disciples guarding the entrance poured out like a tidal wave.
Faced with such a formidable display, the Sword Sect's Holy Sons paled, and Sword Maniac exclaimed in shock, "The Gates of Hell still has ten Celestial Realm experts! And leading them is the five-tribulation Celestial—Netherworld Old Monster!"
Chu Jingchen's expression was grave, but his eyes burned with fighting spirit. "What’s there to fear? Form the formation!"
The others quickly assumed their positions, but when they glanced at Gu Qingfeng, they froze. He hadn’t moved an inch, instead standing with his arms crossed, his face filled with arrogance and disdain.
"Elder Gu, hurry and join the formation!" Sword Maniac urged anxiously.
"Formation? What a joke. These weaklings can be crushed with a single hand from this venerable one."
Such audacious words made the others roll their eyes. Among them, Gu Qingfeng had the lowest cultivation. Even if he possessed the Four Sacred Physiques and combat power rivaling a Celestial Realm expert, what could he do against ten Celestial Realm opponents, one of whom was a five-tribulation expert?
Gu Qingfeng’s words were spoken without restraint, and everyone heard them clearly.
The ten Celestial Realm experts from the Gates of Hell halted not far away. Their leader, Netherworld Old Monster, sneered coldly, "Brat, you’ve got quite the mouth on you!"
Then, noticing the disciples' robes Gu Qingfeng and the others wore, he scoffed, "So it’s just a pack of stray dogs from the Sword Sect. Judging by your looks, you must be the Sword Sect’s Imperial Son, Gu Qingfeng?
"I don’t know what trick you used to come here and throw your lives away, but since you’ve delivered yourselves to me, I won’t refuse this gift. Prepare to die!"
As he spoke, Netherworld Old Monster unleashed a surge of immense power. A dense crimson light erupted like a volcano, staining the sky blood-red.
Yet, he didn’t attack immediately. Instead, he warily scanned the surroundings—the Sword Sect’s sudden appearance was too suspicious. He suspected hidden reinforcements.
The Sword Sect’s Holy Sons grew even more frantic, urging Gu Qingfeng to join the formation. But Gu Qingfeng only replied with four words: "All of you, step back."
Sword Maniac suddenly had an idea and whispered to Nangong Xue, "Senior Sister Nangong, please try to persuade Elder Gu."
"Me? How could I possibly persuade him?"
"Just be gentle. If you don’t know how, think about how Senior Sister Ling would do it."
"Fei’er?" Nangong Xue bit her delicate lips, hesitating. "I... I’ll try."
With slight awkwardness, she approached Gu Qingfeng and spoke in the softest voice she could muster, "Elder Gu, let’s form the formation to face the enemy."
"No need for such trouble. Just stand back and watch."
Seeing Gu Qingfeng unmoved, Nangong Xue gritted her teeth and imitated Ling Fei’er’s mannerisms. She stepped closer, grabbed his arm, and began shaking it gently. "E-Elder Gu, I know you’re strong, but we also want to test ourselves. We’ve trained with the Seven Swords Immortal-Slaying Formation for so long and haven’t had a chance to use it yet..."
Gu Qingfeng watched Nangong Xue’s rare display of girlish pleading, but his resolve remained unshaken.
What a joke. Before this venerable one transmigrated, I spent ten years slaughtering fish at Da Run Fa. My heart is as cold as the blade in my hand—how could I waver for a woman?
But… I have been practicing the Seven Swords Immortal-Slaying Formation for a while now. I wonder just how powerful it really is.
Gu Qingfeng subtly shifted his arm closer to Nangong Xue, making her blush and quickly pull away.
"Fine. Let’s form the formation."
The group swiftly took their positions.
"Enough with the theatrics, brats! Call out your elders—no need to hide them!" Netherworld Old Monster taunted.
Though he appeared aggressive, he was no fool. He refused to believe the Sword Sect would send mere juniors to their deaths. This had to be a trap.
And now they were pretending to form a formation? Who were they trying to fool?
If he and his forces chased them beyond the mountain gates, hidden Sword Sect experts would surely ambush them. Better to stay near the entrance—if anything went wrong, they could retreat inside and rely on the mountain’s defensive barriers.
By now, the Seven Swords Immortal-Slaying Formation was complete. A radiant seven-colored glow illuminated half the sky, clashing against the blood-red light from the enemy.
Behind each member, phantom-like figures materialized.
Behind Gu Qingfeng loomed the Void Thunder Dragon. Lin Runzhi’s was the Sacred Warding Tree. Long Yangping’s took the form of the True Phoenix...
One after another, the silhouettes of ancient mythical beasts solidified—manifestations of the Seven Swords’ will.
The Gates of Hell’s Celestial Realm experts paled at the sight.
"What kind of formation is this? Such terrifying power!" someone cried out.
"The strongest among them is only at the third level of the Celestial Realm, and just one at that. The rest are ordinary Celestials, and the Sword Sect’s Imperial Son is merely at the Earth Yuan Realm. Yet, the aura of this formation rivals a five-tribulation Celestial!"
The Seven Swords Immortal-Slaying Formation had vanished from the world for five thousand years after the loss of the Reverse Scale Sword. Thus, the Gates of Hell had no idea what they were facing.
Gu Qingfeng grew impatient as the enemy stood there marveling instead of attacking. He gave the order: "Attack!"
The seven swords moved as one—a single action triggering the entire formation. Once Gu Qingfeng struck, the others had no choice but to follow, lest the formation collapse.
Though wary of the Gates of Hell’s numbers, they had no choice now. They charged forward with Gu Qingfeng.
Netherworld Old Monster’s suspicion deepened. Were they truly here to die? Were there really no reinforcements?
Despite the formation’s imposing aura, he remained calm. This was the Gates of Hell’s territory, and they had overwhelming numbers. There was no way they could lose.
"Kill them!" Netherworld Old Monster roared.
Instantly, battle cries filled the air. Countless cultivators unleashed bloody energy, merging into a vast, endless crimson river that surged toward Gu Qingfeng and his group.
The seven mythical beasts’ phantoms grew even more solid, roaring as they clashed with the bloody tide.
BOOM!
The two forces collided like divine thunder detonating in the heavens. Shockwaves of sound and violent energy rippled outward, obliterating trees and boulders within a hundred miles.
Screams erupted as if a bomb had gone off in a crowd. The Gates of Hell’s disciples were sent flying, the bloody river shattered, and severed limbs and corpses littered the ground.
"What?! How is this possible?!" Netherworld Old Monster’s face twisted in horror.
He never imagined the Seven Swords Immortal-Slaying Formation could be this powerful—just one strike had annihilated the combined might of tens of thousands of disciples.
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.
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】
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
