Buzz!!!
A three-inch transparent flying dagger quietly hovered at the tip of Su Yu's finger.
There was no earth - shattering roar of blood and qi.
Nor was there a violent gale that could tear the sky apart.
There was only an absolute sharpness that was so pure that it seemed to be able to cut all the souls in the world into pieces!
The moment this transparent flying dagger appeared.
Nie Changkong, a Martial Emperor - level powerhouse, felt all the hairs on his body suddenly stand on end!
His Martial Emperor's blood and qi, which was originally as steady as an abyss, unexpectedly automatically protected his body uncontrollably at this moment!
Boom!
A layer of dark - golden Martial Emperor's aura instantly enveloped Nie Changkong.
However.
It was useless!
Nie Changkong was horrified to find that even through the Martial Emperor - level protective aura, he could still clearly feel a piercing pain coming from his spiritual sea between his eyebrows!
It was an absolute suppression at the soul level!
The transparent flying dagger hovering at Su Yu's fingertip simply ignored any physical defenses!
As long as Su Yu had a thought.
This flying dagger could instantly penetrate his Martial Emperor's aura and directly strike his soul!
"This..."
Nie Changkong stared fixedly at the flying dagger.
It was as if there was a ball of hay in his throat, and even breathing became extremely difficult.
He was a Martial Emperor!
An unparalleled powerhouse standing at the top of the martial arts pyramid in the Great Xia Country!
Even when facing a Martial Emperor of the same level, he would never have such a terrifying feeling that his soul was trembling!
And now.
This feeling actually came from an eighteen - year - old freshman!
From a mental - power martial art that he had only obtained less than four hours ago!
"Martial King..."
Nie Changkong's voice trembled violently.
His vicissitudinous eyes were now filled with endless shock and disbelief.
"Your mental power..."
"Has actually reached the realm of a Martial King?!"
Martial King - level mental power!
This was even more despairing and absurd than Su Yu breaking through to 120,000 units of blood and qi within a few hours!
You know.
The cultivation of mental power was hundreds or thousands of times more difficult than that of blood and qi!
Even those old monsters who specialized in cultivating mental power might not be able to push their mental power to the Martial King level after spending hundreds of years!
And Su Yu.
In just four hours!
He not only learned the Heavenly - rank superior - grade "Peerless Reaper Blade".
But also directly raised the intensity of his mental power to the Martial King level!
Moreover, he condensed this killing blade that even a Martial Emperor could feel a fatal threat from!
Was this still human?!
Nie Changkong turned his head.
His stiff gaze fell on the unconscious killer, Shadow Blade, on the ground.
At this moment.
All the doubts.
All the incredibleness.
All were resolved!
The case was solved!
Completely solved!
No wonder this top grand master with 600,000 units of blood and qi, the ace killer of the Abyss Cult, was carried in Su Yu's hand like a dead dog.
No wonder he didn't even have the chance to take poison and commit suicide!
Facing the suppression of Martial King - level mental power.
Not to mention a grand master with 600,000 units of blood and qi.
Even a Martial Spirit with a million units of blood and qi would be instantly strangled into a soulless shell if hit by this Peerless Soul - Reaping Flying Dagger without any defense!
"You..."
Nie Changkong looked at Su Yu, his lips trembling for a long time.
Finally, all his words were condensed into two words.
"Monster!"
"A peerless monster!!!"
Nie Changkong took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the storm in his heart that almost blew off the top of his head.
He finally understood now.
How ridiculous the words he had said to Su Yu on the top floor of the library before were.
About how Heavenly - rank martial arts were obscure and profound.
About how it required years of painstaking effort.
About how being over - ambitious would delay the progress of cultivation.
In front of a real peerless monster, all these so - called common senses were meant to be broken!
Facing Nie Changkong's look as if he were looking at a monster, Su Yu remained calm.
He gave a slight mental thought.
The transparent flying dagger emitting a fatal sharpness at his fingertip instantly turned into tiny glimmers and dissipated in the night wind.
The feeling of soul - trembling that had oppressed Nie Changkong also vanished.
Su Yu looked at Nie Changkong.
He slightly shook his head.
"Vice - principal, you're overpraising me."
"Actually, there's nothing to make a fuss about."
Su Yu's tone was extremely serious, without the slightest trace of showing off.
"This is all about effort and hard work."
Effort?
Hard work?!
Hearing these two words, Nie Changkong almost spat out a mouthful of old blood on Su Yu's face.
He stared fixedly at Su Yu.
The muscles on his face twitched wildly.
What nonsense!
Four hours!
You call this effort and hard work?!
If four hours were considered effort and hard work, then what were those tutors in Jingwu who had been practicing hard for more than ten years but hadn't even touched the threshold of Heavenly - rank martial arts?
Were they just good - for - nothing?!!
Nie Changkong roared frantically in his heart.
But looking at Su Yu's calm face without a single ripple, he suddenly felt that this kid might not be showing off.
He really thought that this was the result of hard work.
And Su Yu also thought so.
After all, in the system's deduction space, he had actually spent hundreds of millions of years.
It was just that the difference in the time dimension made all this seem so terrifying and abnormal in the real world.
"Alright."
Nie Changkong waved his hand weakly.
He felt that if he continued to dwell on this topic, his Dao heart would be shattered by this kid.
"Your talent, your understanding."
"Have completely exceeded my cognitive scope."
Nie Changkong looked at Su Yu, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.
There was shock, relief, but more of it was deep worry.
The potential that Su Yu showed was too terrifying!
So terrifying that any hostile force would spare no expense to strangle him in the cradle!
Today, it was a grand master with 600,000 units of blood and qi.
What about tomorrow?
Would it be a Martial Spirit with a million units of blood and qi?
Or even a Martial King would come in person?!
Su Yu ignored Nie Changkong's complex thoughts.
He brought the topic back on track.
His gaze fell on the unconscious killer on the ground.
"Vice - principal."
"Who wants to kill me?"
Su Yu's voice was cold.
It was filled with a piercing chill.
He didn't care who the other party was. Since they dared to reach for his neck.
They must be prepared to have their hands completely cut off by him!
Hearing this question, the expression on Nie Changkong's face instantly became extremely solemn.
He waved his hand.
Buzz!
A layer of invisible Martial Emperor's aura instantly enveloped the two of them and the killer on the ground.
It completely isolated all external detection.
"The Abyss Cult."
When Nie Changkong uttered these four words, a hint of undisguised killing intent and disgust flashed in his eyes.
"The Abyss Cult?"
Su Yu frowned slightly.
He had read about the Abyss in his high - school textbooks.
It was the greatest threat facing the Great Xia Country and even the entire human race.
But there was not a single word about the Abyss Cult in the textbooks.
"A group of traitors whose minds have been completely polluted and distorted by the Abyss aura."
Nie Changkong's voice was extremely low.
"They have abandoned their human identities and are willing to become lackeys of the Abyss."
"They specialize in causing chaos within our human race!"
"The thing they like to do the most is to assassinate human geniuses like you with unparalleled talents!"
"As long as the geniuses fall, the future of the human race will be constantly weakened."
Nie Changkong pointed at the Shadow Blade on the ground.
"This person, codenamed Shadow Blade, is the ace killer of the Abyss Cult in Kyoto."
"The number of human prodigies and military high - ranking officials who have died at his hands is countless."
"Unexpectedly, they have set their sights on you this time."
A cold glint flashed across Su Yu's deep eyes.
"Since we know they are traitors, why don't we just eliminate them directly?"
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ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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.”
