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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. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
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?!
