The ordinary Dragonkin soldiers present no longer dared to step forward.
The four generals at the Dragon King Realm had no choice but to strike personally.
Braving the risk of being smashed to death by you, they used all their skills and forcibly destroyed a portion of the Qiankun Spatial Cannon.
It wasn't that you, Wu Yue, and the others fought poorly.
This spatial cannon covered an area of over a thousand square meters; it was impossible to defend it entirely.
For a precision spiritual artifact involving spatial power like this, even the slightest damage would stop it from functioning.
Wang Mingbai slumped to the ground. Holding a fragment of the spatial cannon, he muttered.
"It's over, we can't go back..."
At this moment, you were enraged.
"The Hulk" took effect.
You began to lower your rationality, and your size and strength rapidly surged in tandem.
"How dare you?!"
Your furious roar shook the heavens and the earth. The sound waves directly transformed into visible, substantial ripples that swept out in all directions, engulfing the enemy forces.
When your size broke past forty meters, everyone present, be it friend, foe, or bystander, had to look up at you.
Long Yang and the others were already shocked to the core.
"Does our Human Realm really not have an immemorial aristocratic family surnamed Chen?"
"What kind of martial arts is Brother Chen practicing? What Dao does he cultivate? Is it even reasonable for him to be this huge?"
"I'm so jealous..."
A few female candidates exchanged glances, then smiled for some unknown reason, their faces blushing.
At this time, your rationality was extremely low. You only had one thought in your mind: to kill every Dragonkin present.
Because they were the ones who incurred your wrath.
As your size grew again, the Jiuzhou Cauldron also expanded to make it easier for you to wield.
"Clang!!"
With one smash of the cauldron, three of the four Dragon Kings dodged, but the one who failed was directly flattened into a meat patty by you!
"Are you kidding me?! I am in the Dragon King Realm! How could a mere alien ant in the Sixth Realm destroy my battle physique so easily!"
His soul left his body, preparing to seize the body of a minor soldier.
"Smack!!"
Your terrifying, massive hand grabbed at the air, and this guy's soul body was uncontrollably caught in your grasp.
"Wh-what... How is this possible!"
Your eyes were already bloodshot, looking completely scarlet. You bared your teeth like a giant gorilla.
"Ah!!"
You squeezed hard, crushing this Dragon King's soul into a noodle-like shape, then casually tore it apart, completely shattering it and annihilating it in the air.
The remaining three Dragon Kings turned pale with fright.
"What is this person's background? He can directly attack a soul state without relying on secret arts or cultivation methods?!"
"If we do not defeat him today, none of us will leave! We can only use that move!"
"To think we would be forced to such a state by a Sixth Realm cultivator!"
The three Dragon King Realm experts suddenly changed direction and charged into the Slave-Driver Army.
"Generals, what are you doing!"
"Borrowing your souls for a moment!!"
The three blended into the crowd. Your attacks did not stagnate, but by using meat shields, they managed to buy some time.
By the time they returned to the sky, the remaining Slave-Driver soldiers you hadn't killed had mostly been slaughtered by the three of them.
"Thump, thump..."
Where the hearts of the three men were, something was beating madly, emitting a rhythmic, bizarre sound.
"Ah!!"
Following this, their expressions twisted in agony, and their bodies began to mutate.
Their dragon horns became even more massive and sharp, their wings elongated several times over, and the dragon scales on their bodies flipped backward to form a layer of armor.
Although your rationality had dropped, you still hadn't forgotten to mock them.
"Oh, phase two now? Come on! Let me see if you're tough enough!"
You swung the Jiuzhou Cauldron and smashed it down. The sheer power caused the surrounding space to distort at the moment of impact, with sonic booms hidden within every strike you made.
These three Dragon Kings had indeed become much stronger.
At the very least, they were faster and could dodge your attacks.
Unfortunately, the attacks they launched at you, after being weakened by a hundred times, were still not enough to pose a threat.
They only managed to leave a few scratches on you.
"Heh, who doesn't have a phase two?"
Your cold laughter made their scalps tingle.
You also began to transform!
A head grew out from each side of your shoulders, and an arm sprouted from under both of your armpits as well as your shoulder blades, giving you a total of six arms.
"Three Heads and Six Arms!!!"
The unique racial talent of the Three-Headed Race, Three Heads and Six Arms:
In battle, you can switch to the Three Heads and Six Arms form, gaining additional brain processing power, sensory abilities, divine sense, etc. The extra arms can fight independently without interfering with each other.
Outside the reservation, you couldn't encounter a living member of the Three-Headed Race.
But after entering this reservation, you had plenty of opportunities to come into contact with those Three-Headed Race members who had been reduced to slaves.
Naturally, you had long acquired the racial talent of the Three-Headed Race.
Now, you alone had mastered the racial talents of four intelligent races of the Void World: Human, Demon, Dragonkin, and Three-Headed Race!
"Come on!!"
Your three heads divided the labor, each controlling two hands to deal with one Dragon King Realm Dragonkin.
"Star-Shattering Wave Finger!!"
One Dragon King was left with nowhere to run by your terrifyingly thick strangulation beam, ending up with his body pulverized and bones crushed.
"Jiuzhou Cauldron! Demon-Refining Flask! Myriad Soul Banner! Qiankun Mirror! Nine Ravens Divine Bow!!"
Another Dragon King was thrown into a panic by your endless stream of treasures, his soul scattered and destroyed.
"I smash! I smash!! I smash!!!"
The last one, directly facing your terrifying, mountain-like fists, was beaten alive into a pulp, his soul also pounded into tatters.
After killing the three of them, you roared at the sky and fiercely beat your chest.
This scene truly scared the surviving Dragonkin soldiers to tears.
"The generals are all dead! This alien is too terrifying, run away!!"
The Slave-Driver Army scattered like birds and beasts.
Wu Yue and the others took the opportunity to charge in and slaughter them, no longer hiding their treasures and pulling out everything they had.
Ultimately, you all slaughtered every single member of the Slave-Driver Army in this reservation.
Wu Yue and the others only destroyed the physical bodies; the souls that escaped were hunted down by the frenzied you.
Of course, after understanding the traits of the Dragonkin, Wu Yue and the others actually had ways to deal with souls, just not as directly as you.
Black Wind also played a significant role in this annihilation battle.
Wherever he appeared, the surrounding Dragonkin were clearly suppressed, feeling as if they couldn't exert their strength.
Moreover, Black Wind could eat souls raw, which, experientially speaking, was even worse than being hammered to death by you.
You beheaded four Kings in a single battle, stunning your companions.
"Brother Chen is simply not human! Oh, I mean that as a compliment."
"He can transform into a Dragonkin, and he can transform into the Three-Headed Race. I seriously doubt he's human..."
["Are we seriously competing against a monstrous genius like him for the position of Holy Son? Is there even a point anymore? Just declare him the winner already!"]

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

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.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia