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."
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
