The Demon Lord clutched his chest and frowned, saying, "Your Majesty, are you not going to help it?"
Wang Hao replied calmly, "What's the hurry?"
The Demon Lord said, "What if it gets injured..."
Wang Hao said, "Getting injured is how it learns its lesson."
The Demon Lord said, "But it is Your Majesty's sword."
Wang Hao gazed at the New Emperor Sword in the distance, which had just been blasted back by another punch from the Flesh Ancient Corpse, and said indifferently, "Precisely because it is my sword, it must know who its master is."
The Demon Lord fell silent.
That was a domineering statement.
Very Wang Hao.
For a moment, he almost felt sorry for the sword.
Having such a master.
It was not easy indeed.
In the distance.
The New Emperor Sword, caught between two corpses, grew increasingly furious.
Having devoured the War Ancient Corpse, its bloodlust surged, and its strikes turned even more vicious.
Every swing aimed straight for vital points.
But the Flesh Ancient Corpse's body was unreasonably tough.
Even when its flesh was slashed open, it re-sealed itself with death qi.
The Death Domain Ancient Corpse was even more annoying.
It refused to confront the New Emperor Sword head-on, instead endlessly expanding its domain, corroding the sword light and polluting the very power the sword had devoured.
The New Emperor Sword grew freakishly frantic.
Its weapon spirit roared.
"Wang Hao!"
"Are you just going to watch?"
Wang Hao took a sip of tea.
"Didn't you tell me to step aside and stop interfering with your performance?"
The New Emperor Sword: "..."
It remembered now.
That was indeed something it had said.
But that was when it was showing off.
Since when are show-off words meant to be taken seriously?
Wang Hao clearly took them seriously.
And he remembered them with perfect clarity.
That tyrant's grudges were narrower than a needle's eye.
The New Emperor Sword gritted its teeth.
"I do not need you!"
"Just two stale old flesh bags!"
"Watch me cut them down!"
Wang Hao nodded.
"Good, ambitious."
"I'm watching."
The New Emperor Sword's blade swelled with rage.
It shot high into the air, its two inscriptions igniting at once.
One: the maddening grin of the spirit inscription.
One: the slaughtering broken spear inscription.
"Sword Prison!"
BOOM.
Countless black-gold sword lights descended from the sky.
Each light carried a shrill spiritual laugh and a fatal killing intent.
The Flesh Ancient Corpse was pinned in the void by hundreds of sword lights.
The Death Domain Ancient Corpse's domain was sliced open by ten thousand blades.
The New Emperor Sword seized its chance, lunging straight at the Flesh Ancient Corpse.
It had figured it out.
The Death Domain Ancient Corpse was too slippery.
The Flesh Ancient Corpse was hard, but anything hard will crack if you hit it enough.
It was going to feast on the meaty one first.
The Flesh Ancient Corpse roared, a single punch shattering the sword lights before it.
The New Emperor Sword met it head-on.
"You're tough, huh?"
"Today I'll only cut the tough ones!"
One swing.
Two swings.
Three swings.
Black-gold sword lights rained down like a storm.
Every strike landed on the exact same spot on the Flesh Ancient Corpse—its right shoulder.
It was where the Demon Lord had cracked it during his desperate stand.
It was also the wound left on the Flesh Ancient Corpse when Wang Hao's thunder phoenix ambushed it before the puppets had formed their formation.
The New Emperor Sword had a sharp tongue, but its battle instinct was razor-keen.
It knew exactly where to break through.
CRACK.
The Flesh Ancient Corpse's right shoulder bone split again.
The New Emperor Sword laughed wild.
"Break!"
It swelled to a hundred zhang, a colossal blade, and plunged deep into the crack on the corpse's shoulder.
Devouring power erupted.
The Flesh Ancient Corpse shook violently.
The mountain of flesh and corpse qi within it came flooding into the New Emperor Sword.
The sword spirit's face twisted.
"Whoa!"
Wang Hao raised a brow.
"Can't handle it?"
The New Emperor Sword snapped back, "Who said that?"
"I'm just... a little stuffed!"
The power of the Flesh Ancient Corpse was nothing like the Spirit Ancient Corpse or the War Ancient Corpse.
It lacked all odd transformations.
It was pure.
Sheer flesh.
Sheer strength.
So brutally pure that it was like swallowing a dead primordial mountain whole.
The sword began to quake violently.
Black-gold radiance flickered, bright and dim.
Cracks started spreading across the blade's surface.
The Demon Lord paled. "Not good, it's gulping too fast!"
Ghost Granny gritted out, "The flesh corpse's essence is too vast. If it can't digest it, it will burst."
Yue Ji looked at Wang Hao. "Your Majesty?"
Wang Hao slowly rose.
Of course he wasn't actually going to watch the New Emperor Sword blow itself up.
Scold it, sure.
Trap it, fine.
But the sword was still his.
It was good for cutting people, blocking blows, taking the blame, and bickering.
It would be a pity to lose it.
But Wang Hao didn't strike immediately.
He waited.
He let the New Emperor Sword reach its true limit.
Some rules must be set while the other party is perfectly clear-headed.
And they must be set when they desperately need you.
The New Emperor Sword was still stubbornly enduring.
"I can eat it!"
"I can still eat it!"
"A mere old corpse, digest me!"
BOOM.
Half of the Flesh Ancient Corpse's body had already withered.
But more and more cracks appeared on the New Emperor Sword.
The weapon spirit's figure started to distort, threatening to rupture at any moment.
The Death Domain Ancient Corpse chose its moment.
Black domain energy condensed into a decaying long nail, plunging straight at the sword's hilt.
It was trying to corrupt and seal the blade while its control slipped.
Wang Hao's eyes turned icy.
"You dare."
He stepped forward.
Behind him, imperial dragon qi erupted.
Nine golden dragon phantoms coiled around his body.
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower floated over his head, thunder cascading down.
Though he was still crippled from his wounds, his presence was that of a blood-soaked emperor.
"Heaven-Caging Earth-Covering Palm!"
"Sixth Palm!"
A golden giant palm descended from above, deflecting the decaying nail.
BOOM.
Death qi exploded.
Wang Hao let out a muffled groan, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
The Death Domain Ancient Corpse turned its head toward him.
Wang Hao sneered.
"What are you looking at?"
"My people, my sword."
"I can scold it. I can beat it. I can scheme against it."
"Who the hell are you to touch what's mine?"
The New Emperor Sword's weapon spirit froze for a moment.
Wang Hao turned to it.
"Sword-fool."
"Still tough-talking?"
The New Emperor Sword gritted its teeth.
"I..."
Wang Hao said coolly, "Call me master."
The New Emperor Sword immediately bristled.
"Wang Hao! You're holding a knife to my throat!"
Wang Hao nodded.
"That's right."
"That's exactly what I'm doing."
"Are you calling me or not?"
The cracks on the blade grew bigger.
The power inside the Flesh Ancient Corpse kept flooding in.
The Death Domain Ancient Corpse lashed out a second time, and Wang Hao forced it back again, vomiting another mouthful of blood.
The New Emperor Sword fell silent.
It was obnoxious.
It was arrogant.
It was stubborn.
But it wasn't stupid.
It knew, if Wang Hao truly let go, it would burst.
Or get corrupted by the Death Domain Ancient Corpse.
Then it would be nothing but a clump of ruined scrap metal.
The weapon spirit ground its teeth, the words squeezing out through clenched jaws.
"Mas... ter."
Wang Hao smiled, faintly.
"Good boy."
The New Emperor Sword nearly choked on rage.
If blood could be vomited from a sword, it would be.
Wang Hao raised his hand, pressing it to the sword's hilt.
Imperial true essence flooded in.
Not to suppress. To guide.
Wang Hao's imperial true essence was overbearing. With thunder, death qi, and dragon qi all melted together, it was more like an emperor's smelting furnace.
He forcibly separated the flesh corpse's power the sword had devoured.
One part refined into the blade itself.
One part routed into the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower.
One part crushed beneath his imperial dragon qi, turning it into the purest essence to heal his own wounds.
The New Emperor Sword felt its power stabilizing steadily and couldn't help but mutter, "You had a solution all along?"
Wang Hao said, "Just thought of it."
The New Emperor Sword sneered. "You're lying to the sword!"
Wang Hao answered calmly, "So what if I am?"
"Just moments ago, weren't you calling me Haozi?"
The New Emperor Sword: "..."
It surrendered.
It truly surrendered.
That tyrant held a grudge, even at a moment when their lives were hanging by a thread.
Wang Hao's eyes hardened.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Devour it with all your might."
The New Emperor Sword stopped being stubborn.
With Wang Hao's Imperial Dao True Yuan to sort out the power, it could finally devour without restraint.
The Flesh Ancient Corpse let out a silent roar.
It struggled frantically, punching Wang Hao one after another.
Wang Hao resisted with the Thunder Abyss Demon - Suppressing Tower.
The tower body vibrated, and the thunder light shattered.
Wang Hao vomited blood repeatedly.
The Demon Lord struggled to step forward but was stopped by Wang Hao's shout.
"Stay still!"
"I can handle it!"
Boom!
The Flesh Ancient Corpse landed its last punch.
The Thunder Abyss Demon - Suppressing Tower on Wang Hao's head was sent flying.
The fist was about to land on his forehead.
The willpower of all the people automatically condensed.
A golden shield appeared.
Bang!
The shield vibrated violently, covered with cracks, but it managed to block the punch that could have killed a Martial God at the peak.
Wang Hao's face was as pale as paper.
The willpower shield was completely depleted.
But his eyes were as cold as ice.
"Eat it."
The New Emperor Sword roared.
"Yes, sir!"
Boom!
The Flesh Ancient Corpse completely collapsed.
The massive physical essence was devoured, leaving only a withered skeleton that turned into ashes in mid - air.
The third half - transcendent ancient corpse was destroyed!
The power of the New Emperor Sword soared again.
This time, it didn't show off immediately because Wang Hao's hand was still on the hilt.
It knew very well that showing off now would likely get it beaten up.
Wang Hao slowly removed his hand.
"How do you feel?"
The New Emperor Sword subconsciously replied, "Master, I feel..."
Halfway through the sentence, it realized what it had said.
"Pah!"
"Wang Hao, you tricked me again!"
Wang Hao smiled, a gentle smile on his face.
"You called it so smoothly just now."
The New Emperor Sword was furious.
"That was due to the situation!"
Wang Hao nodded.
"It doesn't matter. I recorded it."
The New Emperor Sword: "???"
Wang Hao waved a jade recording crystal in his hand.
Faintly, the gritted - teeth "Master" from the New Emperor Sword could be heard.
The New Emperor Sword's body instantly stiffened.
Everyone present also froze.
The Demon Lord lowered his head.
Yue Ji covered her mouth.
Ghost Granny's shoulders trembled.
Yin Jiuyou almost burst his wound from laughing.
Xue Wuhen turned around directly, his face red from holding back laughter.
Although Shadow didn't say a word, his shoulders shook.
Wang Hao put away the jade recording crystal with satisfaction.
"If you call me Haozi again in the future, I'll play this recording on a loop for all the officials of the Great Xia."
The New Emperor Sword fell silent.
After a moment, its voice was menacing.
"You're really not a decent person."
Wang Hao said calmly, "I'm an emperor."
The New Emperor Sword: "..."
Is there a difference?
The last Death Domain Ancient Corpse finally felt a real sense of crisis.
Instead of continuing to attack, it turned around and tried to flee back into the depths of the Nine - Coffin Sacrifice Platform.
The black Dharma Domain shrank into an extremely cold beam of death light and drilled into the crack of the Emperor's Fall Monument.
Ji Wushang's face turned gloomy.
"Come back!"
The Death Domain Ancient Corpse didn't listen. Or rather, its remaining survival instinct overrode Ji Wushang's command.
It was scared.
Three of its homologous ancient corpses had been devoured, and the Four - Corpse Killing Formation had collapsed.
That man and his sword, although constantly bickering and as mouthy as two street hooligans, were extremely ruthless in battle.
One was good at being cunning, and the other was good at devouring. Their cooperation made even the dead shudder.
"Want to run?"
The New Emperor Sword finally found a chance to show off again.
With a flash of its sword light, it blocked the way of the Death Domain Ancient Corpse.
"Did I let you go?"
The Death Domain Ancient Corpse unleashed its Dharma Domain, trying to corrode the New Emperor Sword.
But the New Emperor Sword sneered.
It had now devoured the spiritual, killing, and physical ancient corpses.
Three kinds of power intertwined within its sword body.
The spiritual power with eerie laughter disrupted the will of the Death Domain Ancient Corpse.
The killing sword patterns cut through the Dharma Domain.
The physical essence strengthened the sword body, making it immune to corrosion.
It was no longer the sword that was easily contaminated by the dead energy.
It stabbed into the Death Domain.
"One last meal."
"Then we're done."
The Death Domain Ancient Corpse struggled frantically.
The black mist rolled like a sea.
Countless ghostly and corporeal shadows wailed.
Yin Jiuyou's eyelids twitched.
"Won't it get a stomachache from eating this?"
Wang Hao said, "It'd be better if it did."
"I'll make it go on a vegetarian diet later."
The New Emperor Sword roared.
"Wang Hao! Can't you wish me well?"
Wang Hao said seriously, "I hope you won't get cocky after eating."
The New Emperor Sword sneered.
"I'm already being very restrained."
Wang Hao waved the jade recording crystal, and the New Emperor Sword immediately fell silent.
The Demon Lord and the others were in awe.
The New Emperor Sword, which had been so arrogant that it didn't put Wang Hao in its eyes just now, was completely under the control of a jade recording crystal.
Sure enough, the Emperor was still the Emperor. Even if his sword became stronger, he could still find a way to subdue it.
The power of the Death Domain Ancient Corpse was the coldest and most difficult to devour.
But the New Emperor Sword had the experience of Wang Hao sorting out the devouring power earlier.
It didn't swallow it all at once.
Instead, it peeled it layer by layer, like skinning.
First, it cut through the Dharma Domain.
Then, it devoured the dead energy.
Next, it shattered the corpse's thoughts.
Finally, it locked onto the core of the Death Domain Ancient Corpse.
This process was extremely brutal.
Every time the sword light fell, a large piece of black - misty flesh was sliced off the Death Domain Ancient Corpse.
The Death Domain Ancient Corpse didn't scream, but its constantly twisting body was enough to show how much pain it was in.
Yue Ji felt a chill down her spine just watching.
"This sword... is a bit cruel."
Wang Hao said, "Being cruel to the enemy is a virtue."
Ghost Granny chuckled.
"The Emperor is right."
"What about being cruel to one's own people?"
Wang Hao glanced at her.
"That's called strict requirements."
Ghost Granny: "..."
What a tyrant's logic.
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?"
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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?!
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!
