Ye Chuan’s figure darted like a specter through the storm of silk-thread attacks, emerging completely unscathed. High above, Elder Xuan flickered repeatedly, his expression shifting abruptly. "This is—"
"Hey, old bastard—eyes up here!"
Before the cold taunt even faded, Ye Chuan had already flashed before Elder Xuan, his spirit sword wreathed in biting sharpness as it thrust straight for the elder’s flank!
"Clang—!"
The deafening clangor of metal on metal rang out as the spirit sword was deflected by something, sending a numbing shock up Ye Chuan’s arm.
His gaze sharpened. There, coiled around Elder Xuan’s waist, was a suit of armor covered in intricate, mystical scales. A dense, abyssal radiance pulsed from it, utterly repelling the spirit sword’s edge.
"Insolence!" Elder Xuan roared, noticing the torn fabric over his armor. His aura erupted like a tsunami, the vast spiritual power of the Dao Comprehension realm surging forth. The swirling snowflakes froze midair, and even the drifting clouds above churned and darkened under the pressure!
About the same level as Qin Tianya and that little dragon, huh.
Ye Chuan remained silent, raising his spirit sword once more—its edge sharper than before.
Stab! Stab! Stab!
While his intangibility lasted, he’d slash as many times as he could.
Swordlight rained down like a storm, each strike aimed precisely at Elder Xuan’s flank, sparks flying with every collision!
"You… why focus there?!" Elder Xuan’s imposing aura had utterly failed to deter the assault, filling him with shock and fury.
He retreated again, but Ye Chuan clung to him like a shadow, his flickering speed even surpassing the elder’s. And still, the swordplay never varied—only that relentless spirit sword, doggedly chasing after the same spot on his waist!
"Hm?" Ye Chuan’s brow arched slightly, as if realizing something crucial. The chaotic power within him surged forth, channeling down his arm and into the spirit sword.
The blade trembled with a resonant hum. Its once-clear edge now shimmered with a murky, grayish glow—seemingly disordered, yet exuding an eerie, devouring presence.
Take this!
"Shhhk—!"
This time, when the spirit sword met the scaled armor, there was no metallic clang. The supposedly indestructible scales tore like paper, and the blade plunged in without resistance.
Ye Chuan twisted his wrist sharply, the sword churning violently inside Elder Xuan’s waist!
"AAARGH—!!!"
A scream so inhuman it defied description tore through the air. The entire frozen mountain range quaked, the peak’s snow collapsing in a thunderous avalanche, fissures spiderwebbing across the terrain!
"You—you—!" Elder Xuan reeled back a hundred paces, blood and shattered ice spraying from his waist. Clutching the wound, his eyes bulged with sheer terror.
Maddened, the elder flung his hands out. Countless dark-glowing threads poured forth like a downpour, entangling toward Ye Chuan—yet those threads, capable of slicing mountains apart, passed clean through his form without even grazing his robes!
Behind him, entire peaks crumbled under the threads’ assault, ice and stone plummeting like meteors, the world shaking with deafening roars.
"What kind of monster are you?!" Elder Xuan, who had lived nearly eight centuries and witnessed countless bizarre techniques and god-defying physiques, had never encountered something that outright ignored all attacks! His spiritual power, treasures, divine abilities—all of it was like tossing stones into the sea!
Ye Chuan still didn’t speak. In a flicker, he crossed the hundred-pace gap, his spirit sword flashing coldly once more—this time aimed at the other side of Elder Xuan’s waist!
"The kidney! The other kidney!" Ye Chuan bellowed, his voice dripping with hunger.
"Give it! Give it to me!"
"You damned lunatic!" Elder Xuan, dignity abandoned, outright cursed.
What followed was even more jaw-dropping—the once-revered Dao Comprehension elder was now fleeing in utter disarray, while the seemingly unremarkable young man pursued like a vengeful wraith, his sword unerringly locked onto that same, absurdly precise target!
Even Cang Wu and the others stood dumbstruck. The disciples of the Profound Ice Palace were no better—especially Bing San, who watched his sect’s guardian being chased down and specifically stabbed in the kidneys, as if trapped in some surreal nightmare.
Is… is this real?
"Elder Xuan! Y-you can do it!" Bing San’s voice cracked as he forced out the cheer, though there was no conviction behind it.
Hearing this, Elder Xuan cursed inwardly but outwardly steeled himself. After several exchanges, he’d begun to grasp a pattern.
"Even if your body evades all techniques, there must be a weakness!" he snarled. "I refuse to believe you’re truly invincible!"
"Heaven and Earth Enclosure!"
Before the words fully left his mouth, Elder Xuan halted midair, hands weaving a rapid series of seals. The drifting threads around him suddenly pulled taut as steel wires, instantly weaving into an impenetrable net—one that descended with enough force to shred the void itself!
"Die!" Elder Xuan’s voice boomed like thunder.
The net constricted violently, sealing every inch of space around Ye Chuan. Those hair-thin threads infiltrated every gap, sliding over his robes, brushing his skin—yet not a single mark was left.
Useless!
"Heh." A faint smirk curled Ye Chuan’s lips, laced with mockery.
"You—you—!" Elder Xuan pointed at him, choking on his own breath, his face cycling from livid to ashen. This defied all logic! Even legendary immortals had vulnerabilities!
"Me, me, me, what about me?" Ye Chuan flicked the blood from his blade.
"W-what kind of cursed technique is this?!" Elder Xuan’s voice trembled.
That "Heaven and Earth Enclosure" was his ultimate trapping and killing art—a net capable of locking space and shredding souls. Even peers would retreat before it. Yet against Ye Chuan, it was as effective as scratching an itch through boots!
Ye Chuan’s smirk didn’t waver. With a slight shift, he slipped free of the net’s grasp.
The spirit sword moved again, its cold light like lightning—once more homing in on Elder Xuan’s remaining kidney.
"Thunk!"
This time, no armor stood in the way—the previously shattered scales had already lost their protective power.
The wet sound of steel piercing flesh was unmistakable. Elder Xuan’s scream surpassed even his earlier agony as he plummeted toward the icy ravine like a broken kite, twin wounds gushing blood, staining the snow crimson.
Cang Wu and the others stood frozen, jaws nearly hitting the ground. They’d assumed Elder Xuan’s intervention meant certain death for Ye Chuan. Yet the scene before them overturned all expectations—a legendary Dao Comprehension expert, hunted down and skewered in the kidneys by some nobody, reduced to a fleeing, whimpering wreck!
The Profound Ice Palace disciples exchanged stunned glances. Some dropped their treasures in shock. Bing San’s mouth hung open, his earlier cheer stuck in his throat, his face drained of color. He suddenly felt like a colossal joke.
Ye Chuan hovered midair, his previously intangible form gradually solidifying.
His invincibility had run its course.
Though the time limit had passed, his expression remained indifferent as he gazed down at the distant Elder Xuan.
"One chance. Get out of here."
"You dare threaten me, junior?!" Elder Xuan staggered upright. Even with two ruined kidneys, he wouldn’t tolerate such disrespect!
"In that case, your Golden Core and the two Demon Pills will be severed by my hand," Ye Chuan said, lowering his gaze.
Elder Xuan: "?!"
"Not only that—I will crush them beyond recovery."
Elder Xuan's figure blurred as he transformed into a streak of light, fleeing into the distance.
"I'll spare you today!"
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."
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
