Qin Hao gripped Ao Yu's dragon tail, feeling the layer of cold, glowing dragon scales in his palm, and chuckled, "The thickness is just right. Are you ready? I'm going to start!"
Ao Yu's mind buzzed. His voice was no longer deep and majestic, but carried a sharp tone of humiliation and anger, along with a trace of grievance that even he himself didn't notice, "You! Let me go! I am of the Dragon Race, I am the legitimate son of the Northern Wasteland, you can't, you mustn't..."
Qin Hao didn't care who he was. He simply gripped the dragon tail, which felt excellent to the touch, weighed it in his hand, and then swung the entire platinum giant dragon up.
Ao Yu's massive dragon body traced a platinum arc in the air. It truly looked like a cracked whip, carrying the whistling wind as it smashed heavily against the ground time and time again.
Seeing this scene, the corners of Ji Ruxue's mouth couldn't stop twitching. She looked at Qin Hao, her eyes full of horror, "Stop! Stop right now!"
Ji Ruxue was panicking in her heart. Did this guy know Ao Yu's identity? That was the legitimate son of the Northern Wasteland Demon Emperor. Not only was his father, Ao Bing, a Dragon Race Immortal Emperor, but his mother was also a Dragon Race Immortal Emperor.
At first, she only wanted Qin Hao to pretend to be her Dao Companion to reject this marriage, but she didn't tell him to offend the Northern Wasteland Dragon Race to the death!
Ji Ruxue glanced nervously at Ao Bing, who was sitting beside her father. At this moment, Ao Bing's expression was complex, showing no hint of the anger one would expect from seeing his son being taught a lesson.
Instead, it was as if he was caught up in some kind of memory.
However, seeing his dark face, Ji Ruxue assumed he was angry, so she hurriedly spoke up, "Alright, stop it! Enough, stop hitting him."
Ji Ruxue was truly scared. The Northern Wasteland Dragon Race was one of the strongest factions in the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom. If the Northern Wasteland Demon Emperor got angry and wanted to kill Qin Hao, even if she wanted to protect him, she wouldn't be able to.
Seeing that Qin Hao completely ignored her and continued to smash Ao Yu around on his own, Ji Ruxue stomped her feet in anxiety. "Why is this guy acting so recklessly? Does he know what he's doing?"
"Enough!!!"
A deep voice came from the left side of the grand hall, carrying an invisible oppressive aura that caused Qin Hao's movements to freeze in place.
Qin Hao looked toward the source of the voice and saw a man wearing black armor with the head of a bear flying over to him.
"You, a mere human, dare to cause trouble in my Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom, and even dare to ruthlessly attack the son of my Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom's Demon Emperor! Do you know how the word death is written?"
The oppressive aura of an Immortal Lord poured down upon Qin Hao like a landslide and tsunami, heavy and condensed. It was airtight, like an immemorial divine mountain descending from the sky. Although Qin Hao was strong, the other party was, after all, a mighty figure at the Immortal Lord level.
Under this oppressive aura, he mustered all his strength to resist, yet he was still pressed down until his back bent, on the verge of kneeling.
Ji Ruxue's face turned pale. She thought to herself that there was no way this matter could be resolved peacefully today.
She looked up at her father, hoping that he, the Emperor of the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom, would speak up for Qin Hao. But facing Ji Ruxue's silent plea, Ji Lie simply closed his eyes, acting entirely as if this had nothing to do with him.
Qin Hao was still desperately resisting. This oppressive aura was so heavy that even the air seemed to turn solid, so heavy that even breathing required all his strength. Qin Hao's bones were overwhelmed, letting out creaking sounds.
The Ten Thousand Demons Hall was dead silent. Everyone looked at Qin Hao in surprise. This human at the Body Integration Realm was actually resisting the oppressive aura of an Immortal Lord! This aura should have made even a Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivator immediately kneel in submission. Although this kid's back was bent, he managed to hold on without kneeling.
"Hmph, stubborn resistance!"
Xiong Da snorted coldly and immediately increased the oppressive aura.
Just as Qin Hao reached his absolute limit, he suddenly smiled. That laugh was very light, yet it exploded like a crack of thunder.
"Haha, the emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is anxious."
Qin Hao slowly, inch by inch, raised his head. Looking at Xiong Da's bear face, which was twisted with anger, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth:
"His biological father is right next to him and hasn't said a word. What are you so eager to show off for?"
Speaking up to this point, Qin Hao cracked his neck and snorted coldly, "I don't like looking up at people. Who allowed you to float above my head? Get down here and stand at attention when you speak to me!"
As soon as his voice fell, Qin Hao said inwardly, "Primeval Dragon Emperor Avatar, open!"
In an instant, the colors of the entire Ten Thousand Demons Hall changed. It wasn't a fading of color, but rather being covered by an ancient, profound hue.
The light of the nine demon cores on the dome of the Ten Thousand Demons Hall dimmed in a flash, as if swallowed by something. A low dragon roar echoed from behind Qin Hao.
It was a vibration from the depths of the soul, traversing endless time and space, shaking everyone's hearts so that they beat to its frequency.
The Primeval Dragon Emperor Avatar condensed behind Qin Hao. At that moment, the demons in the hall felt as if galaxies were revolving, the sun and moon were alternating, time was flowing, and fate was being woven.
A pitch-black dragon, exuding a primeval, prehistoric aura, appeared behind Qin Hao. Its scales were not ordinary scales, but solidified void. Its eyes were two bottomless black holes, piercing through time and space, extending from the primeval era to the present, and from the present to the future.
Inside the Ten Thousand Demons Hall, there was a deathly silence. Except for Qin Hao, everyone was trembling. Great demons below the Immortal King realm directly knelt on the ground in submission.
This was not fear, but an irresistible submission rising from the depths of their souls. Especially Xiong Da, who faced the dragon's might directly; his entire person was pressed to the ground by this oppressive aura, unable to move.
Ji Lie, sitting on the main seat, finally opened his tightly closed eyes. Looking at the Primeval Dragon Emperor Avatar behind Qin Hao, his expression was no longer calm or composed, but filled with a heartfelt shock:
"The Primeval Dragon Emperor? How? How is this possible?"
The Primeval Dragon Emperor, the oldest ancestor of the Dragon Race, the first creature nurtured when the three realms and nine heavens first opened, the ancestor of all dragons, the ancestor of all demons, the ancestor of all spirits. Its existence was older than Immortal Emperors, more profound than the memories of this world.
Ao Bing was so excited that he stood straight up, his eyes round and wide, his whole body trembling. Seeing this Primeval Dragon Emperor Avatar, he felt a hidden origin power within his body being awakened.
"How is this possible? The Primeval Dragon Emperor? How could this kid summon the avatar of the Primeval Dragon Emperor? Why does my older brother's son feel even more incredible than my older brother in his youth?"
Ao Bing twitched the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of horror as he looked at Qin Hao.
Qin Hao cracked his neck. He looked around at the submitting great demons and sighed inwardly, "The Primeval Dragon Emperor Avatar is even more effective against these demon races than against humans. It's just a pity that it can only last for ten breaths. If it could last for a day, I could solo this Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom all by myself."
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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...
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?"
