"Boom..."
Just as Yun Bin was about to retreat.
There was also a commotion from the battlefield where Gao Shun and Zhang Yuan were fighting.
Yun Bin and Li Beixiong subconsciously looked over.
They saw Gao Shun carrying a long spear in one hand.
In the other hand, he was holding Zhang Yuan's decapitated head as he walked over.
Judging from the expression on Zhang Yuan's face.
He was beheaded by Gao Shun when he was full of unwillingness.
On the battlefield, Li Luo took a step forward, with Li Ergou following closely behind, surrounding Yun Bin's retreat.
With Li Beixiong and Gao Shun in front and Li Luo and Li Ergou behind.
Yun Bin had no chance of escape.
"What a Beiliang!"
"Everyone in the world looks down on you now!"
Yun Bin seemed to have given up resistance and said heavily.
Li Luo smiled slightly and replied:
"If you Nanyun Kingdom didn't underestimate us, how could you end up like this?"
"You Nanyun Kingdom should not have taken advantage of our Liyang Dynasty's internal unrest, invaded, killed our people, and seized our cities!"
"Not only you, even your so-called God of War General Murong Liao will end up like you!"
"My prince remembers this grudge of your Nanyun Kingdom invading our Liyang."
"When we Beiliang unify Liyang, be prepared for our revenge!"
Hearing Li Luo's words, a look of astonishment appeared on Yun Bin's face.
"So you are the heir apparent of Beiliang King, Li Luo?"
"At such a young age, you have such strength, it really makes the heroes of the world sweat!"
Seeing the 19-year-old Li Luo,
Yun Bin couldn't help but be shocked by his strength.
Hearing Yun Bin's words, a look of pride appeared on Li Beixiong's face.
Of course, don't you know who his father is?
Like father, like son.
How can anyone in the world compare to his good eldest son?
"Do you think complimenting my prince can save your life?"
"Don't be naive, you will die today, otherwise how can we explain to the people of Xizhou?"
Li Luo smiled slightly and said coldly.
Hearing Li Luo's words, Yun Bin laughed out loud.
"Hahaha..."
"Not bad for the Beiliang King's son!"
"Even if this general is bound to die today,"
"I will just go first."
"You think with two Danyuan masters and one mid-Danyuan master, you Beiliang can fight against the general?"
"Haha... Don't be afraid to tell you, the general's cultivation has already entered that step!"
"Tomorrow, just wait to die!"
Yun Bin's words came out, Li Beixiong's face darkened instantly, his brows knitted into a zigzag.
So Murong Liao has really crossed into the Guixu Realm!
A glimpse of surprise flashed in Li Luo's eyes.
From the looks of Yun Bin, he didn't seem to be lying to them.
However, what about the Guixu Realm?
Don't forget, he has the system as a plug-in.
His current 500,000 reputation points are for dealing with Murong Liao.
He had already prepared for the worst.
What if it’s the Guixu Realm? At worst, he would directly improve his own cultivation to the Guixu Realm with reputation.
"Hehe..."
"So what? Do you think my Beiliang has no backup?"
Li Luo smiled indifferently, completely unaffected by Yun Bin's words.
Yun Bin was startled, and his face became unnatural.
Seeing Li Luo's appearance, he didn't seem to be lying to him.
Could it be that Beiliang also had a Guixu master guarding it?!
Behind Yun Bin, Li Beixiong also looked at Li Luo at this time.
Did they Beiliang have the means to deal with Guixu masters?
How come he didn't know about it?
Li Beixiong was completely confused.
"Alright, it's getting late, dad, Gao Shun, send this general on his way!"
"Remember to pay more attention in your next life, don't provoke our Beiliang again!"
Li Luo said.
"Sure!"
"Boom!"
Li Beixiong exploded his aura instantly, and the terrifying killing intent poured into the Beiliang sword.
He didn't dare to be negligent about his good eldest son’s words.
The long spear in Gao Shun's hand also burst out dazzling light.
A terrifying spear intent made the sky change color.
Just as the two were about to finish off Yun Bin,
the already seriously injured Yun Bin looked up to the sky and laughed loudly.
"Wait a minute!"
"This general has been fighting on the battlefield for many years and has never lost once!"
"To fall at your Beiliang’s hands today, letting my 150,000 Black Riders who lived and died with me perish here, this general feels guilty to them!"
"No need for you to do it!"
"Brothers, your general is coming!"
After finishing speaking, Yun Bin grasped the war knife in his hand and slashed it across his neck, committing suicide on the spot...
As fellow warriors who had fought on battlefields for many years, Li Beixiong and Gao Shun felt respect for Yun Bin who committed suicide.
Although the opponent was an enemy.
But he was also worthy of respect.
At least the other side did not betray his kingdom for the sake of living...
"My Prince, now that Zhang Yuan and Yun Bin are dead, shouldn't we immediately retake Xiuyun City?"
At this time, Long Ye came forward and asked.
Li Beixiong didn't speak, but looked at Li Luo with a smile at the corner of his mouth, and asked:
"My son, what do you think?"
Li Luo looked up at the sky, then pondered:
"Retreat!"
Hearing Li Luo's words, the five generals were very puzzled.
Why not take advantage of the situation to retake Xiuyun City?
Now that Zhang Yuan's main force was dead, the Black Riders left to defend the city posed almost no threat to their large army.
"Your Highness, now is the best time to retake Xiuyun City, why are we..."
Li Luo waved his hand to interrupt the words of the five generals, and said:
"It will be dawn soon!"
"Murong Liao and the remaining Chen Ying will arrive soon."
"Once we attack Xiuyun City now, we will immediately fall into their encirclement."
"The soldiers are already exhausted after a night of fighting."
"Also... Murong Liao's cultivation has broken through the Guixu Realm. If we rush to fight and lose, how will Liyang’s people think?"
"Let's go back and prepare first. Once the war starts, we must completely kill Murong Liao, hurt Nanyun Kingdom, and make them not dare to reach out and meddle in our Liyang Dynasty again."
After learning that Murong Liao was at the Guixu Realm cultivation level, the five generals immediately took a cold breath.
Then they inevitably became worried.
"Your Highness, the other side has a Guixu master, we..."
Li Luo waved his hand again to interrupt the words of the five people, and smiled slightly:
"Don't panic, even if Murong Liao is really a Guixu master, so what? This prince has a way to deal with him."
"For now, let's retreat to Thousand Fragrance City first and properly bury the bodies of the soldiers ..."
Hearing Li Luo had a way to deal with Murong Liao.
The five of them stopped talking and immediately ordered the battlefield to be cleaned up quickly.
"Son, what's that backup you talked about earlier?"
"How come I, your father, don't know we have the means to deal with Guixu masters?"
After everyone went down to quickly clean up the battlefield, Li Beixiong rubbed his hands and asked.
"Hehe... Dad, you want to know?"
Li Luo smiled slightly.
Li Beixiong nodded like a pecking chicken.
"You'll know when the time comes."
Li Luo said lightly, then turned and left.
Li Ergou, Gao Shun and others followed closely behind, leaving Li Beixiong standing there in a daze.
"Could it be... another talented person has come to side with my son?!"
"Yes, that must be it!"
"Hahahaha..."
Li Beixiong seemed to have suddenly thought of something and laughed up to the sky happily.
The Beiliang soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield looked at the prince who was suddenly laughing and laughing like a fool, and everyone was full of confusion...
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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?"
