The moment the words fell, Qin Hao’s aura transformed.
No longer was it the cold, distant presence of star power, but an even more ancient, more primal, more tyrannical pressure.
It was as if a dragon, asleep for ten thousand ages, had slowly opened its eyes.
Qin Hao closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath.
His heart began to pound violently at this moment; each beat was like the thrum of a war drum, the sound dull yet forceful, ringing across the entire training ground.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
It was the sound of a heartbeat, yet it resonated with the chests of everyone present, as though an invisible hand had gripped their hearts!
Tie Mohe’s pupils shrank, and his expression changed sharply. There, he saw Qin Hao slowly open his eyes.
Those originally pitch-black, profound eyes had now turned into vertical pupils.
Golden vertical pupils, cold, majestic, and lofty.
Devoid of any human emotion, possessing only the detachment of the apex predator.
"What is this?"
Tie Mohe took a half-step back, staring at Qin Hao with a gaze full of intense gravity.
Under his horrified watch, Qin Hao’s body began to transform.
Black markings started to emerge on the surface of Qin Hao’s skin.
Upon closer look, they were actually dense, exquisitely carved scales, beginning at his neck and spreading across his entire body at a visible speed.
"Crack—crack—"
Qin Hao stirred the ancient Dragon Emperor bloodline within him; one scale after another pushed outward.
Each dragon scale was as black as ink, reflecting a deep, icy sheen in the sunlight, as if able to devour all light.
These dragon scales layered atop Qin Hao’s skin, fitting seamlessly, like a peerless suit of armor tailor-made for him.
"ROOOAR—!"
A low dragon’s roar echoed from within Qin Hao, not loud, yet it exploded directly in the hearts of all present.
Some cultivators of lesser cultivation instantly turned pale, their legs going weak, nearly collapsing to the ground.
Then, two imposing dragon horns sprouted from Qin Hao’s forehead, tearing through the skin, and from behind him, a thick dragon tail emerged.
The tail was entirely covered in black scales, its tip sharp as a spear; with a light flick, it tore a sharp, piercing sound through the air.
The entire training ground fell into deathly silence.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded, at Qin Hao on the stage, like a demon god descending upon the world.
"A dragon race! He—he actually has the bloodline power of the dragon race! Didn’t the dragon race of our Ten Directions Nine Nethers go extinct?"
"Incredible! He had never used his full strength before! Competing in physical form with the Iron Family’s Holy Son, renowned for body tempering—and he hadn’t used his full strength!"
"A fiend! This guy is an absolute fiend!"
In the center of the audience, the Crown Prince of the Divine Court of Soaring Clouds, Ling Ping, saw this scene and could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
It took him a while to recover, and then, with a sigh of admiration, he said to Ling Shuangshuang beside him:
"Little sister, this Dao partner of yours is alarmingly strong."
"I once thought your talent was the strongest in the world. Now, meeting him, I realize there is always a sky beyond the sky, a man beyond men!"
Ling Shuangshuang said nothing, but her expression turned serious as she looked at Qin Hao.
"Dragon race bloodline! This power of the dragon race bloodline—I remember it!!!"
"It’s the Northern Wasteland Dragon Clan of the Three Realms and Nine Heavens! The aura on them is just like this! However, Ye Hao’s bloodline power is more ancient, more majestic!"
"Ye Hao, what secrets do you hold? The eye techniques of the Three Realms and Nine Heavens, the bloodline power of the Three Realms and Nine Heavens—could you be someone from that side?"
Ling Shuangshuang clenched her hands. Watching Qin Hao’s displayed abilities, she was truly curious, even wanting to crack open Qin Hao’s head to see what secrets were hidden inside.
"Dragon race! Why do you have dragon race bloodline?"
Tie Mohe looked at Qin Hao with a horrified expression, shock in his heart, but even more so, a sense of powerlessness.
He had never imagined that Qin Hao also possessed dragon race bloodline, and he could feel that this bloodline power was extraordinary.
Facing Qin Hao at this moment, his body trembled uncontrollably.
Not from excitement, but from an instinctive fear—the trembling etched into the bones when a lower bloodline confronts a higher one.
But Tie Mohe clenched his teeth, forcibly suppressing that trembling.
"Even if you have bloodline power, so what? I will not lose!"
Before Tie Mohe finished his words, his entire being lunged forward like a wild beast.
He refused to believe that exerting every ounce of his strength, relying on the Iron Family bloodline he took pride in, could possibly fail.
The dark golden patterns on his body flared up again. With this punch, he bet his own unwillingness and the pride of his clan, determined to defeat Qin Hao.
But just as his fist was about to smash into Qin Hao’s face, it stopped.
One claw, covered in black dragon scales, casually caught Tie Mohe’s fist.
Tie Mohe’s pupils shrank sharply.
His entire arm ached from the backlash, yet as for Qin Hao, he remained completely still.
His expression seemed to treat Tie Mohe’s all-out strike as soft and powerless as a child’s.
Qin Hao tilted his head slightly, his golden vertical pupils calmly fixed on Tie Mohe.
There was no mockery, no smugness, only an unquestionable ease.
"Not bad strength," Qin Hao’s voice was low and heavy, carrying the unique pressure of a dragon:
"But in front of me now, it is still far too light."
The moment the words fell, Qin Hao, still holding Tie Mohe’s fist, gave a gentle toss.
Tie Mohe’s whole body was flung back like a broken ragdoll, spinning several times in the air before crashing heavily onto the edge of the stage.
"Again!"
Unwilling to concede, Tie Mohe launched another attack at Qin Hao.
Yet, in his draconized form, Qin Hao had received immense amplification; Tie Mohe’s strength truly seemed inadequate before him.
His desperate attacks were always easily deflected by Qin Hao.
In contrast, even Qin Hao’s ordinary strikes were more than Tie Mohe could handle.
"Time to end this."
Qin Hao spoke calmly, then spun around.
The dragon tail behind him lashed out like a whip, striking Tie Mohe fiercely across his body.
Tie Mohe’s flesh, said to be comparable to a low-grade immortal artifact, was torn open by this single strike.
His entire body, spun like a top by that tail blow, was sent flying.
The entire training ground fell silent. Tens of thousands of cultivators, not a single one could make a sound.
Shock, nothing but shock.
The Iron Family was an ancient clan renowned for body tempering; they cultivated no spiritual energy, focusing only on physical form—a fearsome clan that had built its lineage by relying on pure physical power.
Yet today, an unknown cultivator had defeated the Iron Family’s Holy Son through sheer physical strength.
These people did not know that, even at this moment, Qin Hao had still not used his full power.
With his current command of the ancient Dragon Emperor bloodline, Qin Hao could fully transform into a true dragon. Then, his physical power would surge once more!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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!
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?"
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!" "......"
