The sky above the Azure Cloud Continent was torn apart by a colossal crimson claw, fracturing into a spiderweb-like pattern. Thick black mist surged violently as it forced its way in, scraping against the fabric of space with a piercing screech—like the roar of a primordial beast—striking fear into the hearts of all living beings in the Azure Cloud Continent, leaving them trembling in terror.
Three vertical scarlet pupils split open in the void, spewing an abyssal, viscous black mist. Within that mist, dozens of grotesque, writhing Aberrations emerged, their massive forms twisted and malformed. Foul drool dripped from their gaping maws, corroding everything it touched upon hitting the ground!
"Clang! Clang! Clang!!!"
The moment the extraterrestrial fiends descended, a metallic clamor erupted from the Frostbloom Sanctuary. Streaks of light shot into the sky, soaring toward the heavens!
"The Voidspawn have arrived, and the Snowblade Immortal Han Qianxue is nowhere to be found. Fellow cultivators, today we stand as the final bulwark of the Heavenly Dao!"
Leading the charge was a black-robed female cultivator, her sword raised defiantly toward the black mist. Her aura was overwhelming—clearly at the early-stage True Immortal realm!
"Keh keh keh, you think a handful of ants like you can stop me?"
The black mist slowly parted, revealing the true form of the Voidspawn Matriarch.
It was a vaguely humanoid monstrosity, its body covered in black scales, with nine jagged bone spikes protruding from its back. A vertical eye on its forehead fired arrows of pure annihilation, erasing space wherever they passed!
BOOM!!!
The Azure Cloud Heavenly Dao had no choice but to summon divine lightning, barely managing to dissipate the annihilating arrow.
"Keh keh keh, you won’t be able to block forever! Once you falter, I’ll devour every last one of them!"
The Voidspawn Matriarch cackled, continuously firing annihilation arrows from its third eye, forcing the Heavenly Dao to focus solely on defense.
At the same time, the dozens of fully matured fiends within the black mist roared and charged, eager to indulge in this long-awaited feast of flesh!
"Formation!" the black-robed woman shouted.
Behind her, eighteen Moonwhite-robed Pseudo-Immortals hovered in the air, armed with spears, folding fans, and other lifebound treasures. Whether newly ascended or peak-stage Pseudo-Immortals, all stood ready for battle.
Chen Yi’s gaze swept over the group, lingering briefly on a burly man wielding a halberd before nodding in approval.
Good material for enduring pressure. Once Ziwei ascends to True Immortal status, I’ll recruit them all for labor!
With that thought, Chen Yi no longer concealed himself. He cast aside his concealment cloak, drew a pitch-black halberd, and stepped onto the void.
"Daring to cause trouble in my territory? How many heads do you have to spare?!"
A clear, resonant voice shook the cosmos as an overwhelming pressure descended. The dozens of mature fiends exploded simultaneously, their shattered remains ground into dust and scattered by the wind.
Even the arrogant Voidspawn Matriarch seemed to be seized by an invisible hand around its throat. Its nine bone spikes flailed wildly, its three scarlet eyes widening in terror as it let out a shrill shriek:
"A trap! This was a trap meant for me!!!"
"Han Qianxue! Azure Cloud Heavenly Dao! I you—!"
The Azure Cloud Heavenly Dao: "......"
Honestly, I wish this were a trap!
But it’s not. Even the Young Miss and I are victims...
This ruthless bandit has already claimed the Azure Cloud Continent as his own. Neither the Young Miss nor I can resist him—and you had the audacity to come here and throw yourself at him?
Just die already!
Suddenly, the Heavenly Dao felt a strange sense of relief. Since resistance was futile, why not sit back and enjoy the show?
Watching this long-reigning Voidspawn Matriarch get slaughtered—what a delightful sight!
The bandit hoisted his halberd onto his shoulder, strolled up to the Voidspawn Matriarch, and gave it a once-over before shaking his head. Then, with a calm glance backward, he called out:
"Hey, halberd guy over there!"
The Heavenly Dao stiffened, a bad premonition rising.
What’s he planning now?
First, he forcibly seized the world’s essence, and now he’s trying to poach people?!
You haven’t even returned the Young Miss to me yet!
The halberd-wielding Pseudo-Immortal blinked, pointing uncertainly at himself. "Me?"
This mysterious powerhouse had annihilated all the mature fiends in an instant and was now singling him out. What did he want?
Was it because he also used a halberd, and that offended him?
Chen Yi gave a slight nod. "Yeah, you. What’s your name?"
The Pseudo-Immortal hesitated but answered anyway. "I’m Lv Ziqiao."
Hearing this, Chen Yi paused. No wonder he had the bearing of an old acquaintance—turns out he was a similar soul across different timelines.
With a faint smile, Chen Yi said, "Lv Ziqiao, right? That’s not how you wield a halberd. Too flashy, too soft—no power at all. Watch closely now."
Lv Ziqiao was baffled. "Why?"
Chen Yi’s lips curled. "Because this strike... will be extremely cool."
"......"
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Lv Ziqiao’s eyes widened in realization. He fixed his gaze intently, unwilling to miss a single detail.
The next instant—
The Voidspawn Matriarch regained movement and immediately fled in terror, not daring to look back.
Yet Chen Yi remained unhurried, even holding back his strength as he lightly raised the halberd and swung it in a graceful arc before bringing it down with devastating force!
SHHHHK!!!
The halberd weighed as much as ten thousand mountains, its terrifying gravitational pull yanking the fleeing Voidspawn Matriarch backward, dragging it straight toward the descending blade!
"No! NO! Spare me! I’ll never invade the Azure Cloud Continent again! Let me go!!!"
The Voidspawn Matriarch shrieked, firing annihilation arrows from its third eye in a desperate attempt to slow the halberd’s descent.
But it was futile. Against the halberd’s absolute might, all techniques were meaningless!
It could only watch helplessly as the halberd’s gravity pulled it closer and closer—until...
SPLAT!
It was utterly erased from existence.
"Tsk..."
The sound of collective gasps filled the air, the temperature of the world itself dropping several degrees.
Lv Ziqiao’s mind reeled. Though he couldn’t fully grasp the profundity of that strike, the image of Chen Yi’s effortless, towering figure wielding the halberd was forever etched into his soul.
This... this was the true way of the halberd?!
No fancy techniques, no wasted motion—just the purest, most fundamental strike, channeling absolute force to shatter all resistance!
No wonder his decades of practicing the "Eight Polarities Halberd Art" had hit a bottleneck. He’d been too fixated on form. The true essence of the halberd was the instinctive, primal strike from the very first time one gripped its shaft!
The Great Dao returns to simplicity!
"HAHAHA! I GET IT NOW! SCREW THE EIGHT POLARITIES! WHO CARES ABOUT IMMORTAL TECHNIQUES OR DIVINE SKILLS?! A SINGLE HALBERD STRIKE CAN BREAK THEM ALL!!!"
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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!
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
