The moment Qin Hao took that step forward, he crashed into the air like a mountain plunging into water.
No flashy sword techniques, no intricate divine abilities—just sheer physical force was enough to make You Wugou gasp for breath.
Qin Hao threw out a punch. It was utterly ordinary, using no spiritual energy at all.
But the instant it was unleashed, even the air before his fist was utterly crushed into nothingness.
You Wugou instinctively raised his arms to block.
However, his protective qi barrier stood no more chance than paper against Qin Hao’s fist wind, shattering and collapsing in an instant.
The terrifying fist landed solidly on You Wugou’s body.
"Crack—!"
A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out. You Wugou’s arms were snapped in half in that one blow, and his entire body flew backward like a stone launched from a catapult.
Qin Hao twisted his neck and flexed his fingers:
"Such utter weakness! I really can’t understand what you had to act so arrogantly about."
With that, Qin Hao lunged forward and drove his fist straight into You Wugou’s chest.
This punch pierced clean through You Wugou’s torso.
Qin Hao’s fingers grabbed, seeking to retrieve that mysterious seed lodged in You Wugou’s chest and uncover its secrets.
But the moment his hand touched the seed, it simply dissolved into nothing.
"Some kind of safeguard?"
Qin Hao shook his head in slight resignation.
Then, with one more punch, he obliterated You Wugou’s head and, in the same motion, annihilated his soul.
The Netherworld Hall Lord, who had been engaged in battle with Qin Hao’s ancestors, saw this. The calm composure on his face vanished completely, replaced by a near-feral rage.
"WUGOOU!!!"
The Netherworld Hall Lord roared, his aura surging violently.
He moved to dive down, intent on avenging his son.
But a golden sword light appeared between him and Qin Hao.
Qin Wuya’s form materialized like a ghost directly before the Netherworld Hall Lord.
The Nine Calamities Sword pointed toward the ground, its disaster runes glowing.
"Where are you looking? Your opponent is me!"
As the words fell, all of Qin Hao’s ancestors stepped forward in unison. The synchronized movement was like 107 ancient divine mountains simultaneously pressing forward.
The invisible pressure in the air instantly multiplied severalfold.
The Netherworld Hall Lord’s surging fury was forcibly suppressed by about a third.
At that moment, the Netherworld Hall Lord shouted over his shoulder:
"Will you keep watching from the shadows? Come and aid me this instant!"
At those words, Qin Wuya and all the Qin ancestors felt their hearts tighten.
Under their gaze, a blazing, scorching light rose from the depths of the Netherworld Hall.
The radiance was so blinding that even the Celestial Kings and Immortal Emperors among them couldn’t help but squint.
This thing was not human.
It looked more like a sun compressed to the size of a basketball.
Around it surged thick, viscous golden-white plasma currents.
At its core, the temperature was so high that space itself warped and twisted.
"Great Strong Force Shaper, the Qin Clan’s strength far exceeds our expectations. Even with our greater numbers, we cannot overwhelm them quickly. Please, lend us your aid."
The Strong Force Shaper hovered above the Netherworld Hall.
It had no face, no limbs—only the churning, seething golden-white mass of radiance.
Qin Wuya’s hand tightened on his sword, a moment’s hesitation flickering across him.
He had lived for so long, but he had never seen such a bizarre creature. What in the world was this thing?
"Who are you, sir?" Qin Wuya frowned tightly as he stared at the Strong Force Shaper.
The surface of that sun-like being rolled slowly with a glimmer of gold-white light, and then a voice rang out:
"Ancient Qin Clan, Three Realms and Nine Heavens, I bear no hostility toward you."
"Likewise, do not obstruct my affairs. Withdraw today, and I shall treat this as if nothing happened."
Qin Hao stood not far away, his hands in his pockets, his dual-pupiled eyes fixed intently on the strange creature before him.
Under his dual-pupil gaze, the construct of this being was laid bare in his vision.
It was no different from a sun—its body constantly undergoing nuclear fission and fusion, the source of its energy.
Yet its essence seemed to belong to a higher dimension. Though it appeared the same, it gave Qin Hao a distinctly different feeling.
"What a load of 'no hostility'—impersonating the Qin Clan and massacring an entire family—does that count as no hostility?"
"Wuya, why waste words with him? Let's just attack and be done with it!"
The moment the words fell, an elder of the Qin Clan drew out his ultimate imperial weapon and charged at the Strong Force Shaper.
"Dissipate!"
When the Strong Force Shaper uttered that single word, there was no fluctuation.
No sound waves, no shockwaves, no earth-shattering spectacle—just a soft utterance of a word.
And then, under the gaze of everyone present, the elder’s ultimate imperial weapon—a purple-gold imperial sword passed down for countless generations, a blade that had once slain an Otherworldly Immortal Emperor in the ancient primordial war—dissipated silently.
It was not a break, not a shattering, but a bewildering dissolution.
The purple-gold luster on the ultimate imperial weapon ebbed away like a retreating tide, the metallic substance turning directly from solid to gas.
Eventually, even the gaseous state could not hold, and it decomposed into atoms suspended one by one in the air.
The charging elder of the Qin Clan was instantly stunned, frozen in place as if struck by a curse.
His face was filled with sheer disbelief, and his lips moved several times before he managed to stammer:
"My... ultimate imperial weapon... how could it be!"
Qin Wuya, along with the remaining hundred and six elders, fell silent.
That silence was heavier than any outburst could be.
That was an ultimate imperial weapon—even for them, Immortal Emperors, it would be an extremely difficult task to destroy one.
Yet this unknown being had dismantled it with a single, casual word. What kind of power was this?
The Strong Force Shaper's voice drifted over slowly once more:
"I repeat, I hold no malice toward you. The great being I serve also holds no malice toward you."
"Everything is merely you making a fuss over nothing, imagining that we are moving against you. In our eyes, mere ants on the ground are far more significant than you so-called Immortal Emperors."
"Withdraw, or all of you will die!"
Upon witnessing the Strong Force Shaper's capabilities, the Netherworld Hall Lord burst into laughter:
"Hahahaha! Qin Wuya! The Qin Clan! Weren't you all arrogant before? You have no idea what kind of existence the great one is!"
"Do you think we became traitors for no reason? It’s because we have witnessed the great one’s power!"
"Before the great one, no matter what Immortal Emperor you are, if he wants you dead, it’s simply a matter of a single word."
"No, calling it a single sentence would be flattering you; it’s merely a matter of one word!"
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!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
