The sheer dominance of his stance struck terror into the hearts of the Chongming clansmen, eliciting cries of shock. After all, not just anyone could withstand such a barrage of attacks and emerge without a scratch.
At that very moment...
"Argh!"
"Ahhh!"
Agonized screams tore through the heavens.
Gu Qingfeng had thrown open the Gates of the Netherworld. Countless hideous, ghostly hands reached out from within, clawing at the surrounding Chongming clansmen.
The weaker members of the clan had no strength to resist; they were dragged straight into the abyss of the Netherworld Gate, silenced forever.
"You dare, you scoundrel?!" roared an elder clad in coarse linen robes, his eyes bulging with rage. His longsword sliced through the air as he charged at Gu Qingfeng with killing intent.
He led several clansmen in the assault, their figures shifting rapidly with astonishing momentum.
Boom!!
Immortal artifacts flew through the air, and divine light filled the sky, unleashing terrifying and peerless power.
The firmament seemed on the verge of collapse, the stars teetered as if to fall, and the void twisted into chaos. Nearby mountains and rivers crumbled, reduced to mere dust.
Faced with such a terrifying offensive, the corners of Gu Qingfeng's mouth curled up slightly. Surging demonic energy coalesced behind him, forming a White Bone Throne towering hundreds of feet high.
Ignoring the sky-filling attacks completely, he sat upon the White Bone Throne, casually crossing his legs and propping his chin on his hand. Behind him, the Gates of the Netherworld expanded to a colossal height of ten thousand feet, resembling a chaotic abyss or a bottomless black hole ready to swallow the heavens, from which countless pale, ghostly hands extended.
The bright moon hung high above his head, casting down cool, watery moonlight that veiled his fair, wickedly charming face in shadow, giving him an increasingly ethereal and mysterious aura.
The combined attacks of several Quasi-Immortal Kings slammed ruthlessly into his body. However, what happened next was the perfect definition of "immovable."
Gu Qingfeng looked like a Demon God overlooking all living beings, gazing down with indifferent cruelty at the ants beneath him who were desperately trying to attack him.
Even if they utilized secret arts that sacrificed their very life force, they could never bridge the bottomless chasm of power between them.
Schwing!
The sharp hum of a sword resounded through heaven and earth.
The Immortal Queen Xihe, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally could hold back no longer. She raised her azure-gold immortal sword, her body radiating brilliant divine light. The sword's hum was like a rising tide, its might shaking the very foundations of the world!
In this instant, Immortal Queen Xihe seemed to transform into a different person. If she had previously appeared as a languid and noble queen, she was now a swordsman with earth-shattering intent, utterly devoted to the way of the sword.
Power surged like wind and thunder within Immortal Queen Xihe's delicate frame. Every inch of her skin flowed with supreme Dao Rhyme—deep as an abyss, solemn as a prison, appearing both divine and demonic.
She walked step by step toward Gu Qingfeng on his White Bone Throne. With each step, her aura climbed higher and higher, looking every bit the hero setting out to challenge the Demon King.
Her body surged with sword intent, the pressure causing the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to tremble violently.
"Oh? Finally making your move? Come on then, stab right here."
Looking at Immortal Queen Xihe, who now resembled a War Goddess of the Sword, Gu Qingfeng smiled wickedly. He casually pulled open his robes, exposing his fair, muscular chest.
Immortal Queen Xihe did not speak; instead, she silently glanced at her clansmen, dead and injured in countless numbers around her.
In just a few short moments, at least tens of thousands of clansmen with lower cultivation bases had been dragged into that gateway, never to return.
She pointed her sword at Gu Qingfeng on the throne, her fighting spirit surging to the heavens.
Behind her, eight figures silently appeared. They were old and young, men and women, but they shared one thing in common: the aura unique to Quasi-Immortal Kings and the look of absolute resolve in their eyes.
This was the foundation of the Chongming Immortal Clan. Excluding the fallen First and Third Elders, nine Quasi-Immortal Kings remained!
"All clansmen, fall back!" Immortal Queen Xihe commanded.
She knew full well that in a battle of this magnitude, ordinary clansmen were nothing but cannon fodder. They could offer no help and would only serve as nourishment for the enemy.
To defeat the undying, indestructible, and overwhelmingly powerful Gu Qingfeng, the only method was to utilize their high-end combat power. By coordinating their attacks, they had to wear down his reserves as much as possible. Once his power was exhausted, he would be at their mercy!
Countless Chongming clansmen slowly retreated, their gazes heavy with concern as they watched the nine figures facing the devil.
Those nine figures were not physically massive, but in the eyes of the Chongming clansmen, they seemed to hold up the heavens themselves.
"Everyone, the Chongming Immortal Clan has reached a moment of life and death. Although this demon is powerful, as long as we hold out until His Majesty returns, there may yet be a glimmer of hope. Elders, hear my order! Follow me... and slay the demon!!" Immortal Queen Xihe declared, her fighting spirit soaring.
"Yuwen Jingwu... obeys!"
"Yuwen Yangshuo... obeys!"
"Yuwen Ce... obeys!"
"Yuwen..."
The eight Great Elders shouted in unison. For a moment, their battle intent shook the heavens, their aura terrifying to behold.
Boom—!
Leading the eight Quasi-Immortal Kings, Immortal Queen Xihe launched the first assault against Gu Qingfeng on his White Bone Throne.
This scene was etched firmly into the hearts of all Chongming clansmen. Later, historians would specifically record this event:
Chongming Immortal Calendar, Ninth Era, Year 7,618,320.
The Chongming Immortal King was trapped in the Immortalfall Battlefield, unable to escape. Seizing this opportunity, the Heavenly Tribulation Emperor, Gu Qingfeng, single-handedly attacked the Chongming Immortal Clan, bringing them to the brink of destruction.
At this time, Immortal Queen Xihe led the Quasi-Immortal Kings to stand before millions of clansmen, relying on the barrier set by the Immortal King to barely hold their ground.
Unexpectedly, the Heavenly Tribulation Emperor, Gu Qingfeng, employed a bizarre technique to bypass the Immortal King's barrier, slaughtering his way directly into the clan's heartland.
The Quasi-Immortal Kings' pupils constricted as a wave of despair washed over them. With a wicked smile, Gu Qingfeng moved like a phantom, slaughtering his way through the crowd. In an instant, countless clansmen fell, and wails of anguish filled the land.
Seeing the imminent annihilation of the Chongming Immortal Clan, Immortal Queen Xihe and the eight Great Elders immediately soared into the sky, joining forces to slay the demon.
Thus, the most tragic and heroic scene in history unfolded.
With no Immortal King to protect the Chongming Clan, Nine Great Quasi-Kings battled against the heavens!
In this battle, casualties were countless. Immortal blood fell like rain, drenching the Chongming Immortal Clan.
......
BOOM!
The sword in Immortal Queen Xihe's hand descended like a falling sun from the Nine Heavens. Its boundless, domineering intent seemed poised to destroy heaven and earth, crushing everything in its path.
Following her strike, the other eight elders launched their attacks. Immortal treasures roared and mysterious divine arts were unleashed, forming an overwhelming torrent of destruction that crashed down upon Gu Qingfeng to suppress and kill him!
A savage grin flashed across Gu Qingfeng's face. Demonic light surged in his eyes, threatening to devour the souls of onlookers. He lightly raised his fair, slender right hand, extended only two fingers, and waved them dismissively in the direction of the nine attackers.
Instantly, the Gates of the Netherworld behind him erupted with terrifying spectral light. The portal expanded dozens of times in size, and myriads of hideous ghost hands surged out like venomous snakes, clawing towards the group.
The group's attacks, including Immortal Queen Xihe's indestructible sword, failed to damage the ghost hands in the slightest. Instead, their power was devoured.
Their expressions changed drastically. Like startled flies, they scattered in all directions.
Yet, despite this, the elder in linen robes was careless; a ghost hand snatched his ankle.
"Get off!" he roared, slashing down with his sword.
Clang!
The sword snapped, but the ghost hand remained unharmed.
Terror seized him. In that moment, the rest of the ghost hands swarmed him.
He hesitated no longer and slashed straight at his own leg. Since he could not sever the ghost hand, he would sever his own limb instead. Yet, just as he swung his broken sword to strike...
Whoosh!
Another ghost hand seized his right wrist, arresting the blade. His expression warped in horror. He attempted to switch hands, but before he could, several more ghost hands darted out like venomous snakes. They viciously coiled around his limbs and waist, dragging him inexorably toward the Gates of the Underworld.
The elder knew his end had come. A look of absolute resolve filled his eyes as he bellowed his final cry toward his distant clansmen.
"No regrets in this life as part of the Chongming! In the next life, I shall be a man of Chongming once more!"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
