"Aoooo..."
A pained dragon's roar echoed outside the Dao Sword Sect.
A massive black dragon, covered in blood, was surrounded by five Nascent Soul cultivators. Unable to win, and unable to escape.
Ao Yi, struck by a Reverse Scale Talisman, had his powers diminished. Once a powerhouse with Paragon-level strength, he was now being overwhelmed by the five Nascent Soul cultivators, unable to fight back.
His dragon scales, which were of top-tier defensive quality, were rendered useless against the Dragon Slaying Sword. Each strike pierced through his defenses like paper.
Trapped in the encirclement, he struggled to break free, but was soon riddled with sword wounds, his dragon blood pouring out.
With the black dragon immobilized, the main obstacle was cleared. The battle formation swiftly moved to surround the Guardian Mountain Formation, hammering in the formation-breaking nails with utmost efficiency.
In a short span of time, over a hundred nails were driven in. Combined with the earlier efforts, nearly two hundred formation-breaking nails had been embedded into the Guardian Mountain Formation.
"Only a hundred more to go!" The cultivators in the battle formation were exhilarated.
They were on the verge of completing their mission, breaching the Dao Sword Sect's Guardian Mountain Formation.
In the context of mortal sieges, they were the vanguard, the first to breach the city walls. With the imminent victory, they anticipated the grand rewards, expecting to claim the most bountiful share of the spoils.
The thought of it further fueled their excitement.
One of the cultivators channeled his spiritual energy, propelling the formation-breaking nail like a treasured artifact. The nail, thumb-thick and two feet long, glowed red, soaring through the air like a flying sword, directed towards the barrier of the Guardian Mountain Formation.
With precision, he guided the nail to the exact spot indicated by the formation masters.
Then, with a burst of spiritual energy, he hammered the nail deep into the formation's barrier.
Another formation-breaking nail was successfully embedded!
Immediately, instructions from the formation masters echoed in his ears, directing him to the next target.
As he flew amidst the crowd, he glanced back at the sky. The black dragon was now in a frenzy, and even with the Dragon Slaying Sword, the five Nascent Soul elders were struggling to contain him.
This sight made him anxious, and he hastened his pace.
However, fortune rarely comes in pairs, but misfortune often does!
The barrier of the Guardian Mountain Formation suddenly wavered, and over a hundred Dao Sword Sect cultivators burst out, led by three formidable Nascent Soul sword cultivators.
"Change formation!" Elder Sun of Zhican Valley's voice rang in his ears. "Cultivators still holding formation-breaking nails, follow Elder Lin's command! All others, intercept the Dao Sword Sect cultivators!"
He quickly drew his weapon, adjusting to the changing battle formation, and charged towards the Dao Sword Sect cultivators.
“Golden Core late-stage friend, entangle three Nascent Souls!”
Instantly, Golden Core cultivators dispersed, rushing to engage the three Nascent Soul cultivators.
In the next moment, the fierce battle erupted!
The sky was a chaotic mess of clashing shouts, screams, and the constant clash of artifacts and spells. Blood splattered frequently, and limbs were severed, bodies dropping from the sky like rain.
Although the Dao Sword Sect's reinforcements were fewer in number compared to the Hengduan Mountain Alliance, they possessed three Nascent Soul sword cultivators with extraordinary combat prowess. The Hengduan Mountain Alliance was pushed back, suffering heavy casualties.
Even the Golden Core cultivators who had previously embedded the formation-breaking nails rushed to assist, but the tide was turning against them.
As the Dao Sword Sect cultivators closed in on those still embedding the formation-breaking nails, five more Nascent Soul cultivators finally flew over from the cloud ship.
These five Nascent Soul cultivators managed to hold off the Dao Sword Sect's Nascent Soul cultivators, temporarily stabilizing the situation.
Five against three, and it was only a stalemate.
This was largely due to Liu Baixuan of the Dao Sword Sect, who was exceptionally fierce. He alone could suppress two Nascent Soul cultivators.
Nevertheless, as long as the situation was temporarily under control, the pace of embedding the formation-breaking nails remained unaffected. In a short while, over three hundred nails had been driven in.
Elder Lin, the formation master, encouraged the troops, announcing that only fifty-five more nails were needed.
As both sides were locked in a deadly stalemate, casualties surged, bodies raining down from the sky like falling leaves.
Some bodies crashed directly into the pile of corpses on the ground, while others slid down the barrier of the Guardian Mountain Formation, leaving a trail of blood before falling.
"Only fifty more to go!"
A loud shout suddenly echoed, boosting the morale of the Hengduan Mountain Alliance cultivators.
Hearing this, Ao Yi's golden vertical pupils slowly turned red.
"How dare you breach my formation?!"
Enraged, his entire dragon body swelled, then suddenly contracted!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
With a single expansion and contraction, the scales that were comparable to top-tier artifacts were all shot out!
In an instant, black dragon scales rained down like a storm, each one as formidable as a top-tier artifact. Who could withstand such an onslaught!?
"Thud thud thud..."
The Hengduan Mountain Alliance cultivators were decimated, with a large number falling, and even the five Nascent Soul elders surrounding him were not spared. Two were severely injured, and the other three were lightly wounded.
"I will make you pay with your lives!"
Ao Yi, drenched in blood, roared. His combat strength suddenly surged, the effects of the Reverse Scale Talisman suppressed. With his scales stripped away, he no longer cared about defense!
He focused entirely on offense, engaging in a deadly game of trading injuries, a battle of mutual destruction!
Within just a few breaths, the two severely injured Nascent Soul cultivators were knocked out of the sky, their fates unknown.
The three lightly injured Nascent Soul cultivators soon became severely wounded, on the brink of being defeated.
Suddenly, five more Nascent Soul cultivators flew out from the cloud ship. With eight Nascent Soul cultivators working together, they barely managed to suppress the frenzied Ao Yi.
"Only thirty more to go!" Elder Lin's voice echoed.
At this moment, Liu Baixuan, after forcing back one Nascent Soul cultivator with a single sword strike, turned his head to see the barrier of the Guardian Mountain Formation behind him. It had turned pitch black, trembling like a frail old man on the verge of collapse.
At the same time, three hundred and sixty red lights glowed at three hundred and sixty points on the formation, signaling its imminent collapse.
Behind the formation was his sect, his home. Within it were his fellow disciples, his masters, and his elders.
How could he let them pass so easily?
How could he allow the flames of war to ignite within his sect?
"Dong Zhongyuan!!"
He suddenly raised his voice to the heavens, shouting the name of his fellow disciple.
After the shout, he completely disregarded everything. His spiritual energy surged beyond its limits, and he unleashed his sword energy without restraint.
In this moment, he cast aside all thoughts of life and death. He had returned to the unparalleled genius he once was, decades ago, when he had vied for supremacy with Lu Junxing.
The suppressed essence of his nature began to release!
His sword energy grew increasingly domineering and primordial, each move and strike reminiscent of the vast wilderness!
"Crack!"
A Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't withstand his overwhelming sword energy and was crushed by a single strike.
"Hurry!!"
Seeing this, the other Nascent Soul cultivators of the Hengduan Mountain Alliance urged the cultivators embedding the formation-breaking nails.
Liu Baixuan had already descended into madness, a demon that would slay any god or Buddha that stood in his way!
Soon, another Nascent Soul cultivator, along with his artifact and defensive artifact, was split in half.
"Ten more!"
Elder Lin shouted!
Liu Baixuan became even more frenzied, his spiritual energy exploding completely. The domineering and primordial energy within him raged like a wildfire, as if countless rats were scurrying beneath his skin. His eyes turned blood-red, and he charged towards the cultivators embedding the formation-breaking nails.
Every cultivator who dared to stand in his path was turned into a corpse.
Bodies flew and fell, blood spilling like water, limbs sliced cleanly by his sword energy, scattering everywhere!
Liu Baixuan was mad, transformed into a war god from the ancient times, a demonic deity!
He was determined to shatter every living being before him!
It was unclear how long the slaughter continued, but at some point, Liu Baixuan suddenly realized there was no one left in front of him.
He was momentarily bewildered, glancing around to see the Guardian Mountain Formation beneath his feet. It had turned completely black, coughing like an old man on the brink of death.
At the same time, three hundred and sixty red lights glowed at three hundred and sixty points on the formation, signaling its imminent collapse.
"No..."
Liu Baixuan felt despair, raising his head and roaring to the heavens.
In the next moment, his body, pushed beyond its limits by his reckless and violent usage, exploded!
Just like all the cultivators he had slain before.
"Formation..." At the same time Liu Baixuan exploded, high above the Guardian Mountain Formation, Elder Lin shouted, "BREAK!!"
"Crack crack..."
The completely blackened Guardian Mountain Formation, like tempered glass breached, was instantly covered in fine cracks!
The Guardian Mountain Formation, BREAK!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
