Was this really something nine million units of qi and blood could accomplish?!
And more importantly—
Nie Changkong stared fixedly at the long spear in Su Yu’s hand, upon which a gray-black dragon was still coiling.
What was going on with that spear intent?!
Back at the school, what this kid had displayed was clearly the “Manifestation” realm of spear intent—the ability to turn the intangible into something tangible!
But that thrust just now…
That gray-black dragon radiating absolute deathly silence, as though it possessed a soul of its own…
If he hadn’t seen wrong—
That was unmistakably the legendary “Soul Forging” realm!!!
Bestowing a true soul upon one’s spear intent!
Even Martial Emperors might not reach such an unparalleled realm despite exhausting their entire lives in pursuit of it!
And yet here was an eighteen-year-old freshman who had forged a soul without making a sound?!
What exactly had happened?!
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Nie Changkong’s mouth hung wide open. His throat produced meaningless “gurgling” noises, yet he couldn’t utter a single intelligible word.
And he wasn’t the only one.
The four Martial Kings beside him had originally closed their eyes and resigned themselves to death. One of them had even severed his own arm in a desperate bid to survive.
But now, all four of them were completely dumbfounded.
They stared blankly at the figure in the sky, clad in silver armor and descending like a heavenly god.
Then they looked at the dark-golden energy shield above their heads, which perfectly isolated them from the aura of the Abyss.
The four iron-willed men now had red-rimmed eyes.
Wasn’t he supposed to be a Grandmaster?!
Wasn’t he supposed to be a junior whom they had brought along to get some real combat experience and broaden his horizons?!
How could he be this monstrous?!
He had shattered a Demon Saint’s killing blow with a single thrust!
This combat prowess was terrifying—far more frightening than even the vice principal’s!
But after the shock came an overwhelming ecstasy at having escaped death.
The four Martial Kings let out long breaths of relief, their taut nerves finally relaxing.
They turned their heads in unison and looked at Nie Changkong.
Their eyes were filled with intense gratitude and admiration!
“Vice Principal!”
The Scarred Martial King’s eyes brimmed with tears, and his voice trembled.
“I understand now!”
“So this is your real trump card!”
“You deliberately said he was only a Grandmaster in order to throw the Abyssal Cult off the scent, didn’t you?!”
“I never imagined that you had secretly cultivated such a terrifying, peerless powerhouse!”
“If you hadn’t seen so far ahead and kept this card hidden, all of us brothers would have died here today!”
“The vice principal is awesome!!!”
The four Martial Kings dropped to one knee in unison, gazing at Nie Changkong with boundless worship.
Nie Changkong: “…”
He stood there in place.
Looking at the four Martial Kings under his command bowing before him in worship, his old face shifted from green to white, while the corners of his mouth twitched violently.
My trump card?
I saw far ahead?
I secretly cultivated him?!
I didn’t cultivate shit!!!
Nie Changkong let out a particularly anguished roar in his heart.
I had no idea!
I genuinely didn’t know anything!
If I’d known he was this monstrous, why would I have burned my source essence just now? I could’ve simply hidden behind him and shouted, “Let’s go! You’ve got this!”
But when he saw the worshipful looks in his subordinates’ eyes, Nie Changkong took a deep breath.
He forcibly swallowed the words “I have no idea either.”
Straightening his face, he clasped his hands behind his back and put on an air of unfathomable wisdom, as though everything were under his control.
Then he gave a calm nod.
“Mm.”
“Standard procedure. No need to make a fuss.”
“Rise.”
The four Martial Kings admired him even more.
As expected of the vice principal! He remained unfazed even as Mount Tai collapsed before him. Such composure was truly an example for them all!
…
At that moment.
High above in the sky.
The amusement and cruelty in the eyes of the thousand-zhang-tall phantom of the Demon Saint had completely vanished.
In their place was intense surprise and fury!
Its enormous eyes, resembling blood moons, locked firmly onto Su Yu.
The human race… had actually been hiding such a powerhouse?!
Although his total qi and blood didn’t appear particularly high, the quality of that strange dark-golden qi and blood was absurdly powerful!
It was as if it had been compressed hundreds or even thousands of times by some terrifying force!
It completely ignored the Abyss’s corruption!
And that terrifying spear intent had actually shattered its “Myriad Tribulations Demon Abyss” head-on!
When had Great Xia produced such a monster?!
It had to hold him back!
Otherwise, its mission would be considered a failure.
“Die!”
The Demon Saint let out a roar that shook the heavens.
It no longer held back. Its colossal body moved in an instant!
Rumble!
The surrounding black miasma of the Abyss was forcefully drawn toward it, transforming into hundreds of enormous black tentacles as thick as mountains.
Carrying terrifying power capable of tearing space apart, they surged toward Su Yu from all directions, madly twisting and strangling him!
Every tentacle contained enough Abyssal poison and power to kill a Martial King instantly!
Faced with this overwhelming barrage of attacks, Su Yu did not retreat even half a step.
A fierce battle intent flashed through his deep eyes.
“Good! Come at me!”
Su Yu tightened both hands around his spear.
The nine million units of dark-golden divine blood within his body churned like boiling magma, surging wildly through the meridians of his Grand Void Overlord Body!
Facing the black tentacles crashing down from every direction, Su Yu met them head-on!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The gray-black soul-forged spear intent carved countless heart-pounding trails of death through the air.
The spear moved like a dragon!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Deafening collisions erupted through the sky in rapid succession!
Su Yu’s figure darted back and forth amid the hundreds of enormous black tentacles.
He was simply too fast!
His perfected Thundershadow Starlight Step allowed him to completely disregard the resistance and inertia of space.
Every flicker of his figure was accompanied by the thunderous severing of a black tentacle!
The black miasma of the Abyss, powerful enough to corrode anything, melted instantly upon touching the dark-golden energy surrounding Su Yu’s body, like snow beneath the blazing sun.
It couldn’t break through his defenses at all!
The Demon Saint grew increasingly alarmed as the battle continued!
It discovered that the dignified Abyssal Demon Saint was actually being thoroughly suppressed and beaten by this human who was as small as an ant!
No matter how frenzied its attacks became, no matter how bizarre the Abyssal techniques it unleashed—
its opponent neither dodged nor evaded.
He simply thrust his spear straight through!
The absolute deathly silence contained within that spear intent caused even the Demon Saint’s soul to ache.
“Damn it! What kind of monster is this?!”
The Demon Saint roared furiously.
It could only continuously draw upon the aura of the Abyss to repair its severed tentacles, trying to wear Su Yu down through attrition.
Meanwhile, Su Yu—
while repeatedly repelling the Demon Saint’s attacks—
was calmly observing the situation around him with his Martial King-level spiritual power.
Although he could suppress the Demon Saint in battle, the Demon Saint was simply too enormous, and its recovery was astonishing.
Killing it outright would take considerable time.
Below them, Nie Changkong and the four Martial Kings were still inside his dark-golden energy shield.
He had to maintain the shield to protect them while simultaneously engaging in a high-intensity battle with the Demon Saint.
His strength was being divided.
If the Abyssal Formation caused any more trouble, these heavily wounded invalids would definitely become a burden.
“I have to get them out of here first.”
Su Yu’s eyes narrowed.
After once again sweeping his spear through the air and blasting more than a dozen black tentacles apart, he used the recoil to shoot upward!
The dark-golden divine blood within his body surged violently in an instant!
“Break!”
Su Yu gripped his spear with both hands, driving his peak Soul-Casting spear intent to its absolute limit.
With a single thrust, he slammed it viciously into the iron-hard Abyssal domain sealed above them!
Crack—!!!
A crisp shattering sound rang out.
The Abyssal blockade, which had seemed utterly impregnable, was forcibly pierced by Su Yu’s all-out thrust, leaving behind a massive hole dozens of meters in diameter!
Sunlight from the outside world poured down through the opening.
The blockade was broken!
Su Yu steadied himself without looking back.
As he swung his spear to block the Demon Saint’s next attack, he used his mental power to send his voice into the protective qi barrier below.
“Withdraw!”
Su Yu’s voice was calm, carrying a cold authority that brooked no argument.
“Get out through that hole.”
Below, inside the protective qi barrier, Nie Changkong froze.
He raised his head and stared at the figure in the sky, standing alone like a god of war and severing the ages with his might.
Then he looked at the enormous hole pierced through the sky above.
“Me? Withdraw?”
Nie Changkong pointed at his own nose, his face blank with disbelief.
He was the vice principal of Capital Martial University!
A dignified Martial Emperor!
The supreme commander of this expedition!
The battle had only just begun, yet one of his own “juniors” was actually ordering him to retreat first?
If word of this got out, where would he put his old face?!
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.
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 role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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.”
