"No need for nonsense, damned alien scum, die!"
Yue Tianxing gripped the Brush of Righteous Qi, using the void as paper and righteous qi as ink, launching his attack directly without giving the Shamori race any chance to talk.
The other three did not hesitate either. An Shouchang and Sun Zhantian ganged up on one quasi-emperor alien, while Master Tianji and Yue Tianxing double-teamed the other.
Mo Lu and Mo Ye exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with resolve. They swallowed blood-red pills, and their auras suddenly surged violently.
"Native savages, do you truly think you can match us cultivators of the Shamori race's entry path?"
The great battle erupted in an instant. Six quasi-emperor powerhouses soared into the high heavens, the violent tremors felt clearly across ten thousand miles. The dome of the sky alternated between shattering and restoring itself, sun and moon dimmed, and the heavens turned dark.
Down below, countless cultivators of the Demon Province activated the grand formation together, blocking the residual shockwaves of battle outside its barrier.
Mo Tianxiao withdrew his gaze and looked at the twenty human Saint-realm powerhouses brought by the Shamori race, his expression tinged with a hint of melancholy.
"Sect Master of the Demon Sect, I advise you to just surrender. The power of the Shamori race is not something we can withstand. Even if the Xuanhuang Realm escapes this calamity, what about next time?"
"Will there be another existence like Sect Leader Yue? Or will cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm forever cease to produce ascenders?"
"The Shamori race has already agreed to give us a chance. If we submit to them, then from now on, all ascenders of the Xuanhuang Realm will receive the Shamori race's protection. For geniuses like you, that should be a good thing, right?"
"That's right, Sect Master Mo. What's so bad about submitting to the Shamori race? It can even reduce casualties in the Xuanhuang Realm. We'd only lose a few resources."
"Not every cultivator in the Xuanhuang Realm can receive the protection of top-tier powers. Not everyone can resist the aliens. You have no idea how catastrophic the casualties are for cultivators elsewhere!"
"Ever since the Shamori race invaded the Xuanhuang Realm, billions of innocent cultivators have been slaughtered. If this continues, how many cultivators will survive?"
The humans who had defected to the Shamori race tried their best to persuade. On Mo Tianxiao's side, many cultivators listened and felt their blood boil with anger.
Su Muxue stepped forward and cursed, "If all cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm shared your mindset, then wouldn't we all become livestock raised by the aliens?!"
"Exactly! If you want to be dogs, keep it to yourselves. Don't drag others into it. Even if I die in battle, I will never become an alien's lapdog!"
Although demonic cultivators were cunning in their methods, at least most of them had tough spines.
"Hahaha, you're so noble. You have the Demon Sect's protection. You can huddle together for warmth. But what about the rest? People like us, when we encounter aliens, there's only death! If we don't surrender, what else can we do?!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Tianxiao remained expressionless. He stepped through the void, a faint trace of melancholy in his brow. "What you say isn't without merit. But since you've chosen to stand on the opposite side of the Xuanhuang Realm, right or wrong, we no longer have the mind to judge. Begin the battle."
No matter the reason—whether to survive or anything else—it didn't matter. Since they were enemies now, why say so much?
War has never stopped because of who is right or wrong.
"Kill!!"
A Saint-realm powerhouse of the Demon Sect roared, and they surged forward en masse. Nangong Wan, Su Muxue, and the others also picked their opponents and joined the fight.
The enemy numbered only twenty, while our own Saint-realm numbers exceeded theirs, and there were many hidden trump cards lurking in the shadows. The Saint-realm battlefield required no worry.
Mo Tianxiao set his gaze upon the high heavens. Fierce collisions rang out, the battle exceptionally intense.
On the Demon Sect's side, four quasi-emperors were beating up the two aliens. But the aliens had taken some kind of drug, and though suppressed, they fought harder and harder. Furthermore, the two aliens each wielded two emperor artifacts. Within a short time, victory would be hard to decide.
"I hope no unforeseen complications arise."
As he spoke, Mo Tianxiao threw out the Banner of the Human Emperor, releasing over ten thousand resentful spirits. "Elder Yun, don't waste the souls of these Saint-realm cultivators. Find a chance to take them all in if possible."
Elder Yun stroked his beard, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. "Those who defect to aliens deserve death."
The very next second, Elder Yun arrayed the resentful spirits, coordinating with the Demon Sect cultivators to launch an offensive against those who had betrayed the Xuanhuang Realm. His methods were savage beyond measure. Whenever he got the chance, he directly tore the souls of Saint-realm cultivators into shreds, which were then devoured and shared among the countless resentful spirits.
Mo Tianxiao saw how vicious Elder Yun was, showing no intention of collecting these cultivators' souls, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Does Elder Yun have some grudge against the aliens?"
Thinking about it, it was possible. After all, Elder Yun had once been an Emperor-realm powerhouse, meaning he had once ventured beyond the Xuanhuang Realm. It was plausible he'd dealt with aliens before.
"Please die, Sect Master Mo!"
At that moment, three figures burned their vital essence to break free from the Demon Sect Saint-realm cultivators' attacks, rushing straight toward Mo Tianxiao.
The auras radiating from the trio clearly reached the Saint King realm—two at early-stage Saint King, one at mid-stage Saint King. Burning their vital essence, their auras were terrifying, seemingly intent on dragging Mo Tianxiao down with them.
"Senior Brother!"
"Senior Brother Mo!"
"Sect Master Mo, be careful!"
Everyone reacted and shouted warnings.
"Sect Master Mo, you are the heir of a great power. Since childhood, you've had clothes presented to you and food raised to your mouth. You can't possibly understand our suffering. So, die!"
"I hate your kind the most—heirs of grand powers, all high and mighty. Who are you putting on airs for? If not for your birth, you wouldn't even deserve to stand here!"
The three were inexplicably overflowing with resentment, as if they wished to peel Mo Tianxiao alive and devour him.
Mo Tianxiao raised his sword finger. Twelve beams of light shot out from his spatial ring. Swords pierced through the air, surrounding the three, and the Annihilation Sword Formation was complete!
He lightly waved his arm, and the twelve holy swords erupted with immense holy might. Space trembled violently. Mo Tianxiao's lips moved slightly. "Split!"
Dao-grade technique: Thousand Sword Net!
The twelve holy swords trembled, instantly transforming into a sky-filling array of sword light afterimages, forming a grinding net of death around the three Saint King cultivators.
"Annihilate!"
He roared aloud. The dense sword lights swept like a plague of locusts. In barely a blink of an eye, the physical bodies of the three Saint-realm cultivators were shredded into mist of blood, blasting across the sky. Their three souls, utterly defenseless, were pinned dead beneath six holy swords specially forged for soul-slaying.
"Blah blah blah, what were you mumbling about?" Mo Tianxiao retrieved his holy swords and quipped.
"All hail the Sect Master!"
"That's our Demon Sect Sect Master for you! Slaughtering three Saint King cultivators with a mere raise of his hand!"
"Thank goodness he's my senior brother."
Everyone was shocked by Mo Tianxiao's instant execution of three Saints. Countless disciples maintaining the formation were filled with soaring morale, and the Demon Sect's fighting spirit peaked.
"Damn it! That guy actually forged himself twelve holy swords!"
Su Muxue caught sight of Mo Tianxiao's Annihilation Sword Formation and was practically green with envy. She wanted twelve holy swords too!
With only six holy swords forming the Annihilation Sword Formation, she could already suppress late-Saint-realm cultivators. With twelve, she could slaughter her enemies with ease!
Su Muxue made up her mind: once the aliens were dealt with, she would definitely find a way to milk Mo Tianxiao for more holy swords.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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?"
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...
