On the other side, Fang Hanyu furrowed his brows slightly. The gloom and madness within Murong Qiu's sword intent filled him with disgust.
"Stubborn fool," he coldly shouted. "Your sword has been defiled!"
The Absolute Beginning Sword hummed softly as the Chaos Sword Domain operated at full power. Like an invisible quagmire, it firmly trapped Murong Qiu's frantic and tyrannical sword light.
His sword moves grew increasingly fierce and precise. No longer seeking a quick victory, he focused solely on exploiting the numerous flaws Murong Qiu exposed due to his completely unbalanced state of mind and forced exertion.
Murong Qiu looked like a mad demon. Although his sword techniques were fierce, they had completely lost all order. Relying solely on ruthless momentum to attack fiercely, his body constantly accumulated new sword wounds, and his green robes were already soaked in blood. Yet, he remained unafraid of death, like a cornered beast, attempting to break through the confinement of the sword domain in the most savage manner possible.
Shadowless did not speak, but his figure completely melded into the darkness. His aura became increasingly elusive and unpredictable, yet his icy killing intent was like a tangible spider web, tightly locking onto Ling Xi and the little fatty behind her.
Having been forced back by a single finger from Ling Xi, he considered it a humiliating disgrace. At this moment, he treated Ling Xi as his primary target to be eradicated, elevating his assassination arts to their peak as he sought an opportunity for a one-hit kill.
Ling Xi stood quietly in place. Her cold gaze swept across the battlefield, taking in the desperate, life-risking postures of the three King Realm opponents.
Perfect. Three King Realm experts, all fighting with their lives on the line. Such pressure, teetering on the line between life and death, was an excellent whetstone to temper herself and verify what she had learned. However, she first needed to ensure that boy's safety.
She pondered calmly in her heart. The tragic slaughter outside seemed to transform into a dynamic trial ground in her eyes.
As her thoughts raced, Ling Xi's left hand remained formed into a sword gesture, vigilant against Shadowless's next attack, while her right hand silently flipped over. A warm, translucent cyan jade pendant carved with complex and profound patterns appeared in her palm.
The jade pendant emitted a faint spiritual light, giving off a feeling of peace and tranquility.
Without even looking, she backhandedly tossed the jade pendant accurately into Fatty Wang's embrace. Her cold voice remained steady: "Take this, hold it tightly, and do not come out."
Fatty Wang subconsciously caught the jade pendant. He only felt a warm current transfer from the pendant into his palm, dispelling much of his fear and chill.
Before he could react, that cyan jade pendant suddenly erupted with brilliant cyan light!
Streaks of gentle yet incredibly resilient cyan light threads surged from the jade pendant, rapidly weaving and intertwining. In the blink of an eye, they formed a transparent cyan cocoon of light about ten feet in diameter around Fatty Wang, isolating him from the fierce battlefield outside.
Inside the light cocoon, Fatty Wang immediately felt the terrifying energy fluctuations and killing intent from the outside world drastically weakened, as if he were situated in a safe haven.
"This... what is this..."
Fatty Wang held the jade pendant, looking at the light cocoon around him, his chubby face full of astonishment and emotion.
This senior sister whom he had never met before not only saved him but also gave him such a precious protective treasure!
Almost at the exact same time the light cocoon formed, Shadowless's attack descended once again!
This time, it was no longer a single assassination strike. Instead, three illusory and indistinguishable figures thrust their short daggers simultaneously from the shadows in different directions. It was impossible to tell true from false, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring!
"Insignificant tricks."
Ling Xi's gaze focused, and she no longer defended passively.
For the first time, she took the initiative to move. Her figure fluttered erratically like green smoke. Plucking her ten fingers continuously, streaks of cyan sword qi as solid as physical matter shot out, accurately meeting those three figures!
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
Two phantoms were instantly shattered by the sword qi, while the real short dagger collided with an exceptionally solid streak of sword qi, producing a muffled sound. Shadowless's figure was forced out once again, the horror in his eyes growing even deeper.
This woman's sword qi was not only tyrannical in power but also carried an insight capable of piercing through illusions!
"That... what kind of magical treasure is that light cocoon?! It can actually completely isolate the combat aftershocks of the King Realm?!"
"This woman in green... she can actually actively counterattack Shadowless?! Is she really only in the Heaven and Man Realm?!"
"Three... all three of them are monsters! The Eastern Region's skies are going to change!"
"Venerable Withered Bone and Murong Qiu are risking their lives! Even Shadowless can't do anything to that woman... This..."
The hidden observers in the dark had gone numb. What they saw and heard today repeatedly battered the upper limits of their understanding.
That suddenly appearing woman in green was not only absurdly strong, but the protective magical treasure she casually brought out was by no means an ordinary item!
Just what kind of terrifyingly powerful sect did they belong to?
The battlefield had completely turned into an Asura arena for the six of them. Energy storms wreaked havoc, the earth cracked apart, and the sky turned gloomy.
Everyone's eyes were red with killing intent. Blood continuously spilled, and the battle situation had reached the peak of tragedy.
Inside the light cocoon, Fatty Wang watched the life-and-death struggle outside. His fists clenched tightly as his heart filled with indescribably complex emotions: fear, being moved, and an unprecedented desire to become stronger!
This chaotic life-and-death battle, sparked by the Seven Stars Secret Token, had already exceeded a simple robbery. It had transformed into the ultimate collision of talent, perseverance, foundation, and despair!
Just as Shadowless was forced back again by Ling Xi's sword qi, and Murong Qiu was struggling to hold on within Fang Hanyu's sword domain, Venerable Withered Bone, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Xiao Ruobai, had already reached the point of his oil running dry and his lamp going out.
The power he gained by burning his origin was rapidly decaying. The phantom of the Nether Bone Dragon grew increasingly dim, and the death aura on his body began to disorder and dissipate.
Xiao Ruobai's war halberd, however, was like an unending storm of war, each strike heavier than the last. The War God Dharma Idol roared, carrying the purest and most violent will of slaughter.
In this battle, Xiao Ruobai had not used that mysterious and unfathomable "Can't Beat Me" divine ability, nor had he deployed the ghost-like "Can't Catch Me" movement technique, much less utilized his trump card Emperor Art.
Relying solely on the War God Halberd Technique, supplemented by monstrous battle intent, he engaged Venerable Withered Bone in the most perilous and direct life-and-death combat!
"Old ghost, your time of death has arrived!"
Xiao Ruobai roared in anger. The war halberd transformed into a dark golden thunderbolt that tore through heaven and earth, seizing a fatal flaw in Venerable Withered Bone to strike straight for his head!
The shadow of death completely descended! In Venerable Withered Bone's murky eyes, madness, unwillingness, and an infinite attachment to life flashed and intertwined.
However, at this edge of extreme despair and imminent death, the nether death aura he had cultivated his entire life was actually compressed and refined in an unprecedented manner!
No! I cannot just die like this! This old man has cultivated bitterly for nearly a thousand years, how can I be buried by the hands of a mere child?! Even if I die, I will drag you down with me!
A sudden flash of enlightenment, far exceeding the comprehension of his own realm, struck his divine soul like a bolt of lightning cleaving through the darkness! It was an extremely faint and twisted brush against the true meaning of death!
"Uwaaaahhh—!"
Venerable Withered Bone let out a shrill roar that did not sound human. His entire shriveled body swelled up as if inflated, his skin cracking inch by inch to reveal the pitch-black, ultimately condensed death aura beneath!
He abandoned all defense and fiercely slammed his hands together forward, actually attempting to catch that world-destroying halberd blade barehanded!
"Nether... Return to Silence!"
Buzz—!
An indescribable fluctuation expanded outwards with him at the center! It was not a pure energy impact, but a faint holy intent carrying the concepts of "ending" and "annihilation"!
Although faint and brimming with a sinister, ominous aura, it had truly touched the threshold of the Saint realm!
Xiao Ruobai's expression changed drastically! He felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. The tier of this power was incredibly high; though small in volume, it carried a fundamental suppression!
His War God Halberd Intent actually stagnated for a fraction of a second!
Boom!!!
The war halberd ultimately cleaved downward, its violent energy instantly swallowing Venerable Withered Bone.
The latter's body shattered inch by inch beneath the halberd, turning into ash as his soul completely dissipated!
Yet, in the very split second before his total annihilation, that pitch-black aura of death—condensed from his lifelong cultivation and the sliver of Saint Intent he had grasped at death's door—slithered up the halberd like a living viper, instantly invading Xiao Ruobai's left arm!
Four chapters!!!

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

] 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.

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."

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.”