Accompanied by this furious roar, a stooped figure exuding a suffocating coercion seemingly appeared out of thin air, blocking directly between Xiao Ruobai and that lethal short spike!
The newcomer's figure was not particularly tall, even somewhat hunched, but a terrifying aura permeated from him—like a volcano that had been dormant for eons, capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas once it erupted!
The sheer intensity of his might firmly overpowered everyone present!
He did not even spare a glance at the ambushing assassin. He merely raised a withered, bony palm casually and gave a gentle flick toward that black spike, which contained the full-powered strike of a peak Saint and was tearing through the void!
Yes, just a flick! As effortless as brushing away dust!
Pop.
A crisp sound, so faint it was almost inaudible.
That exceptionally high-grade black spike, condensed with Elder Ying's will to kill, shattered inch by inch the moment it touched that withered palm, like fragile glass crashing against divine iron!
The dense aura of death and terrifying holy power wrapping around it seemed to have met their absolute nemesis, instantly melting, annihilating, and vanishing into nothingness!
Throughout this entire process, there were no earth-shattering explosions, no violent energy shockwaves, only an absolute, crushing mastery of power!
What?!
Elder Ying's pupils shrank drastically, stormy waves of shock surging in his heart!
His certain-kill strike had been erased so easily?! The other party had not even used any magical abilities, just a casual flick of the hand?!
He felt his gathered power vanish without a trace like a clay ox entering the sea, and an unprecedented sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body!
Only then did the blurry, hunched figure slowly turn his head to look at Elder Ying.
Although his gaze could not be seen clearly, Elder Ying felt as if he were being stared down by a prehistoric behemoth, his blood freezing in his veins!
In the distance, all the spectating cultivators were completely petrified!
The air seemed to solidify, and even their breathing halted.
Another... another... another one?!!
Just what kind of day was it today?! Were the Saints holding a tea party?! Popping out one after another?!
My God! This aura, it is terrifying! Stronger than all the previous ones!
Someone squeezed out this sentence with a hoarse voice, as if exhausting all their strength.
Numb. They were truly numb.
From the appearance of the first, Venerable Kuxuan, to the second mysterious body-cultivating Saint who annihilated a Saint with one punch, and then to the third, the Netherworld Palace assassin's sudden strike...
In such a short span of time, three Saint-level existences had taken the stage one after another. It had already stretched their nerves to the absolute limit, leaving them shocked to the point of numbness.
But before they could even catch their breath, a fourth! A fourth Saint appeared! And it was a peak Saint at that! That terrifying, deathly quiet coercion made everyone's souls tremble!
Just as they thought this was the limit and their hearts were about to stop beating—
A fifth! A fifth Saint appeared! And this one... this one's aura. That effortless flick that annihilated a peak Saint's sure-kill strike, that terrifying coercion that seemed capable of freezing space-time and making all things submit...
This was no longer a matter of being strong or not; this was an entirely different level, an incomprehensible existence!
The crowd's minds went blank, their thoughts completely stalling.
What is wrong with the world? Since when did Saints become so cheap?
The situation before them had completely exceeded the scope of their understanding.
Seeing this figure appear, Shi Wanshan felt a sudden wave of relief in his heart, knowing that the Great Patriarch had made his move. On the surface, however, he cooperatively revealed a look of bewilderment and uncertainty, warily eyeing this newly emerged third party.
That spectral avatar retreated a distance, as if also evaluating this sudden variable.
Elder Ying was terrified to the extreme, knowing that the plan had been thoroughly exposed and the mission had already failed.
Just as he was about to flee, he heard an icy voice speak up first. It did not come from the hunched figure, but from the spectral avatar confronting Shi Wanshan to the side!
The avatar was no longer paying attention to Shi Wanshan. Instead, it stared dead at the suddenly appearing Elder Ying, its voice carrying undisguised questioning and icy killing intent.
Who are you? How dare you impersonate a member of my Netherworld Palace?!
As soon as these words came out, the entire audience was astounded!
Impersonate?!
The spectating cultivators in the distance felt their brains buzz as the sheer volume of information instantly exploded!
What? An impersonator? That assassin is a fake?!
The Netherworld Palace assassin said it himself! This... what is going on?!
My God! Could there be a third-party faction interfering?!
Elder Ying was also startled inwardly, but he reacted extremely fast, immediately arguing back fiercely with a hoarse voice.
Insolent! What do you know! The Palace Master was worried about you executing such a crucial task alone, so he specially ordered me to follow in secret, just in case! Our Netherworld Palace has always sought absolute perfection in handling matters!
He tried to use higher authority and a secret order from the Palace Master to suppress the other party and maintain his Netherworld Palace disguise.
However, upon hearing this, the face of the Netherworld Palace avatar, shrouded in deathly aura, seemed to twitch. In his heart, he wanted to curse out loud.
Bullshit! I am the Eastern Region Palace Master! When the hell did I send you?! Why did I not know about it?!
This clumsy lie completely infuriated him. Although his original intention was to put on an act, he absolutely refused to take the blame for someone doing dirty work under his banner in public!
Hmph! Full of nonsense! Since when did my Netherworld Palace have a figure like you? Hiding your head and tail, not even daring to show your true face!
The avatar sneered and wasted no more words. Taking advantage of the moment Elder Ying was intimidated by the Great Patriarch's figure and his mind was shaken, he suddenly attacked!
His figure moved like lightning. He did not attack Elder Ying himself, but went straight for the standard Netherworld Palace black robe he was wearing!
Deathly aura condensed into a blade at his fingertips, slashing out like lightning!
Elder Ying was filled with a mix of shock and fury! He never expected that this Netherworld Palace accomplice would suddenly turn on him, and with such a tricky target!
He subconsciously wanted to circulate his holy power to blast the other party away while swinging his palm to counterattack—
But at the exact moment his holy power surged!
An invisible, intangible, yet terrifying coercion that seemed capable of suppressing the heavens crashed down like a billion-foot-tall mountain, enveloping him with absolute precision!
It was that hunched figure!
Elder Ying only felt his entire body sink as if he had plunged into a boundless quagmire. The holy power he had just gathered stagnated instantly, and even lifting a single finger became incredibly difficult!
He felt like a mosquito trapped in amber. Despite having the cultivation of a peak Saint, he could not mobilize a single trace of power!
He could only watch helplessly as the Netherworld Palace avatar's finger blade struck!
This absolute suppression made monstrous waves of despair surge in his heart!
Riiiip!
The crisp sound of tearing fabric seemed especially piercing in the deathly silent valley!
Under the avatar's incredibly precise attack, that specially made black robe was torn and shattered without any suspense, turning into pieces of flying rags!
Beneath the black robe, Elder Ying's original attire was shockingly revealed—an inner dharma garment flowing with pure radiant light and embroidered with the unique cloud pattern insignia of the Glazed Holy Land!
The simulated netherworld death aura around him also instantly dissipated, revealing the pure and vast holy power fluctuations unique to cultivators of the Glazed Holy Land!
The evidence was conclusive! Irrefutable!
The entire valley plunged into a deathly silence. Everyone who saw this scene understood exactly what it meant.
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his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
