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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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.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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】
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!
