The giant black net forcefully intercepted Black Wind, who was traveling at ultra-high speed.
You had to know that the two of you were flying tens of thousands of meters in the air. How could there be a net here?
After Black Wind came to a complete halt, you saw it clearly.
The Dragonman race!
A Dragonman squad of over a hundred people were holding bizarre spiritual artifacts that looked like showerheads, rhythmically spraying black smoke into the sky.
This black smoke condensed without dispersing, intertwining into a massive grid that stretched from the heavens to the earth, as if trying to split the world in two.
The smoke was only mist-like when it sprayed out of the "showerheads"; it would soon solidify into a solid state, yet it could still hang suspended in midair.
Black Wind was struck by these solid objects.
"Black Wind, how are you?"
"Just a minor injury, it's nothing!"
You could tell that Black Wind's condition was quite serious.
His biggest fear during ultra-high-speed flight was crashing into something.
If it were some mundane object, it would have been fine, as Black Wind's physique was extraordinary after all.
But what this group of Dragonmen had created was clearly far from ordinary.
"Go to the Cauldron Realm and rest."
"But boss, there are enemies here."
"That's what they should be saying!"
Leaving no room for argument, you stored Black Wind into the Cauldron Realm.
In one hand, the Myriad Souls Golden Banner; in the other, the Qilin Arm.
Black Wind's injury enraged you. The Hulk effect activated, and you slightly lowered your rationality, causing your size and strength to increase significantly.
Sweeping your divine sense over them, you found the enemy had one Martial Sage and one hundred and twenty ant-level grunts.
"Earth Exalt! Our Demon Sealing Net has been smashed!"
"Earth Exalt, look, a person suddenly appeared! And a horse... Oh my, why does this horse give me the creeps..."
"Ah! Earth Exalt! Look, the horse is gone. That's great!"
The Earth Exalt these Dragonmen kept mentioning was the Dragon Sage before you, covered in green dragon scales.
He was sitting in midair.
Beneath him was a bizarrely shaped chair, clearly reflecting the grotesque aesthetics of the Dragonman race, being carried by eight Dragonman soldiers clad in heavy black armor.
These eight grunts looked like they were struggling.
That was because their leader was twenty meters tall, and the chair was even taller, over thirty meters.
It was entirely up to the flapping of their eight pairs of small wings to lift him up.
The armor-wearing conventions in the Dragonman army were the opposite of the Human race.
In the human army, the higher the rank, the better the armor.
For the Dragonmen, the lower the rank, the higher the quality of the armor worn. Once they reached the rank of general, they simply stopped wearing any.
This was because the Dragonmen controlled more resources and had enslaved a large number of defeated races to manufacture for them, allowing them to achieve a hundred percent armor-equipping rate.
However, do not think that the Dragonmen were taking care of the weak by giving all the low-ranking soldiers a good set of armor.
They were actually protecting the physical bodies of the low-ranking soldiers.
In the Dragonman army, superior officers had the right to directly commandeer the bodies of subordinate officers and soldiers.
As for what happened to the latter when their bodies were taken?
Tough luck.
"Enough! What the fuck are you yelling about? I have eyes, I can see! Earth Exalt this, Earth Exalt that! You're giving me a fucking headache!"
This green-scaled Earth Exalt patted his butt and flew up, throwing the half-eaten shark in his hand down.
With a splash, the half-shark fell into the seawater below, kicking up a spray of water.
"Ali... No... It's... I! My name is Qingtai! A Tenth-Grade Earth Exalt of the Sixth Expeditionary Army! I am ordered here! To build the fucking Demon Sealing Net! You! Human Martial Sage! You fucking cannot be left alive! Men! Fuck him up!"
This guy was speaking in the human language, and it didn't seem very fluent.
Every sentence ended with a heavy accent, making it sound very weird.
Earth Exalt Qingtai pointed at the eight soldiers carrying his seat, ordering them to deal with you.
The eight soldiers pointed at themselves, revealing bewildered expressions.
"Huh? Me?"
"Fuck! If you don't act as cannon fodder to test the waters! Do you fucking expect me to go?! Our intel this time is severely fucking lacking! I don't even know who this fucking Martial Sage is, for fuck's sake!"
"Lord Earth Exalt, the opponent is a Martial Sage, and we are only in the Fourth Realm..."
"What are you afraid of! Have some fucking confidence!"
This guy's speech had an extremely high profanity density.
You were in no rush to make a move.
Because you still needed to stack your Heartsteel.
This Qingtai letting the grunts test your moves was just perfect for you to use them to stack steel.
Hu Chacha had said that anyone called an Earth Exalt, even if they were in the Martial Sage Realm, had to be treated as a Martial God.
Because ordinary Martial Sages in the Dragonman race would not be granted the title of Earth Exalt.
These grunts had no other choice.
Each of them had a storage ring, from which they took out their weapons.
The weapons all looked the same, resembling enlarged knives and forks, except they were covered in barbs. They were likely mass-produced.
"Ah!!"
The Dragonman soldiers charged over with the resolve to die, thrusting their forks one after another.
You dodged!
"Huh?"
The Dragonman soldiers were momentarily bewildered.
A dignified Martial Sage is actually avoiding my sharp edge?
Lord Earth Exalt was right, we need to have confidence!
You dodged them because Heartsteel required enemies to be nearby for a certain amount of time to complete its charge before you could unleash an empowered basic attack to stack the steel.
This was what gave the opponent a false impression.
Unfortunately, this illusion only lasted for three seconds.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Clang!!
Throwing a punch with your Qilin Arm, you only used one-thousandth of your strength to avoid killing the opponent.
Unfortunately, the opponent was from an alien race.
"Ah!!!"
Heartsteel empowered basic attack times Hulk strength enhancement times Alien Race's Strictest Father physical enhancement hundredfold times Demon Race innate physical strength doubled times Serious Punch tenfold destructive power...
A pile of affix effects stacked together.
A Fourth Realm grunt, meaning only at the Golden Body Realm, had his stomach punched through by you, his entire physical body shattered into pieces by the residual shockwave!
You had to know, he was still wearing a set of extremely high-quality armor, but that armor was like paper paste, instantly turning to dust!
"My physical body!!"
This body was ruined.
The Dragonman grunt's soul immediately left his body, preparing to slip away.
"Myriad Souls Banner, collect!!"
"I've been waiting for a long time!!"
The surface of the Myriad Souls Banner trembled, and the Dragonman's soul was sucked inside.
"These guys are simply too weak to stand a single blow!"
They couldn't even withstand one-thousandth of your strength. Did you have to strike with one-ten-thousandth of your strength?
Too troublesome.
You took out the Water Demon Spirit Orbs stored in the Cauldron Realm and tossed them into the ocean below.
Earth Exalt Qingtai was stunned for a moment, not knowing why you would have their biological weapons.
Then he mocked you.
"What a fucking idiot! Do you think there aren't enough enemies? You're even creating enemies yourself! Hahaha!! By the way, where did this kid get the Spirit Orbs?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
