The disciples were momentarily stunned upon hearing this, then quickly regained their composure.
Exchanging glances, they saw the same realization dawn in each other's eyes.
Of course!
"To catch the bandits, first capture their leader!"
No matter how formidable this woman was, she was merely a guardian!
"Kill!"
Without hesitation, the four late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators lunged simultaneously from four directions toward Su Ji, who was cowering in a corner of the altar, seemingly paralyzed with fear.
Seeing this, Su Jiu's heart clenched in urgency, causing her swordplay to falter for a split second as she tried to disengage and retreat to defend him.
But Wang Hu had been waiting for this exact moment.
With a vicious grin, his blood-red broadsword erupted with radiant spiritual light. Consuming his own vital essence without restraint, he relentlessly blocked Su Jiu's path.
"Your opponent is me!"
...
Blade light, sword shadows, hammer force, claw radiance—four attacks infused with overwhelming spiritual energy closed in from all sides, sealing off every possible escape route for Su Ji.
As Su Ji watched the Blood Fiend Sect disciples charging toward him, the panicked expression on his face slowly faded away.
In one fluid motion, he drew an unremarkable spear from his back.
His "divine weapon," the Bright-Glowing Spear, had unfortunately been destroyed in the underground lava cavern.
This spear was merely a hastily purchased replacement on the way here—a common Foundation Establishment artifact, nothing special.
He remembered how Su Jiu had mysteriously hinted at a "surprise" waiting for him back at the Love-Longing Sect.
Clang!
With a flick of his wrist, the spear tip scraped against the ground, producing a piercing screech and sending sparks flying.
The spear shot forth like a dragon.
Centered around Su Ji, an arc of spear light abruptly erupted without warning, sweeping through the cramped stone chamber.
Wherever the spear passed, the hard ground crumbled like tofu crushed under immense weight, fracturing irregularly.
Even the ceiling above cracked, raining down dirt and shattered rock.
Clang! Thud! Boom!
Thrust, sweep, stab, deflect—every move Su Ji made was executed with flawless precision. Striking later but arriving first, he intercepted each incoming artifact mid-air with impeccable timing.
For a moment, the only illumination in the cellar came from the frenzied interplay of spiritual energy.
The sparks from clashing artifacts and the radiant bursts of unleashed power flickered at speeds beyond the naked eye's ability to follow.
"This brat is a spear cultivator!"
"The terrain here is too narrow for a spear's sweeping attacks! Close in three more steps!"
"He's doomed!"
The four, long accustomed to working together in wickedness, instantly pinpointed Su Ji's weakness.
Their assault grew fiercer, pressing him relentlessly.
A prolonged defense inevitably falters.
Facing four late-stage Foundation Establishment opponents at once was still a stretch for Su Ji.
After deflecting a sword with a spear thrust, he had no time to recover—because one of them had been holding back!
A hammer imbued with the force of ten thousand jun, radiating the aura of a second-level Golden Core cultivator, had already breached Su Ji's defenses, hurtling straight for his skull!
At this moment, Su Jiu, who had been keeping a sliver of her focus on Su Ji, felt her heart tighten.
With a forceful sword strike, she repelled Wang Hu and tried to break away to rescue him.
But though Wang Hu reacted a beat slower, a triumphant sneer spread across his face.
He pulled a poison-coated throwing knife from his robes and hurled it at Su Jiu without hesitation.
...
Meanwhile, Su Ji seemed to have anticipated this exact scenario.
Not a trace of panic showed on his face—not even a flicker of hesitation.
The instant before the hammer struck, he abruptly released his spear, letting it drop.
His right hand shot to his waist like lightning, gripping the hilt of a scabbardless azure ancient sword.
Divine artifacts conceal their brilliance.
Only when Su Ji finally made his move—
Hummm—
The blade trembled faintly.
Despite the cellar being completely sealed, an inexplicable breeze arose.
The sword, though unpolished, gleamed with an inner light.
On one side of the blade, Su Ji's calm eyes were reflected.
On the other, the twisted, exhilarated face of the Blood Fiend Sect disciple, certain of his victory.
The sword rose—and ripples formed.
Visible currents of azure wind surged from the blade, coalescing into an unyielding wall of gale force that halted the hammer's descent.
BOOM!
The wind barrier exploded, sending the disciple flying backward along with his hammer. He crashed heavily into the wall.
Su Ji took his first step forward.
A faint azure glow seeped from his exposed skin.
With his second step, the wind around the blade grew denser, howling like a mournful gale.
Admittedly, though that senior's methods of securing help were heavy-handed, she truly delivered on her promises.
This weapon, of unknown rank, bore no seals—its only limitation was Su Ji's own spiritual energy reserves.
By his third step, the blade was wreathed in a coiling azure dragon, formed entirely of wind!
The dragon's silhouette writhed as if roaring soundlessly.
Before Su Ji even struck, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator who merely grazed the edge of the wind currents—
Crack-crack-crack!
A series of brittle snaps echoed as every bone in his right arm shattered.
Pale shards of bone pierced through his skin, only to be instantly pulverized into dust by the razor-sharp gales.
"AAAAHHH—!"
A bloodcurdling scream.
Su Jiu's anxious heart finally settled.
But she had already drawn her sword back, poised to throw it—originally intending to impale the ambushing cultivator.
Now, adjusting her stance to deflect the incoming knife would be difficult.
In desperation, she could only kick out.
The blade barely nicked her skin before embedding itself into the wall, vanishing without a trace.
Was this the heritage of the Great Xia Imperial Clan?
But... this aura felt familiar.
Had she encountered it somewhere before?
Su Jiu suddenly recalled the green-robed senior who had shackled the True Dragon.
Was it her?
So while she had barely managed to earn a sliver of the True Dragon's guidance by leveraging her ancestral ties...
This bastard Su Ji had just casually walked off with another senior's personal sword?
She also remembered the other priceless Golden Core-grade artifact sword hanging at Su Ji's waist—which, if memory served, had also been forced upon him by someone else?
But wasn't he a spear cultivator?
Why were all these lofty seniors scrambling to shove swords at him?
Could it be... because Su Ji was a sword-magnet?
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】
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!
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?"
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!
