As the terrifying sword qi erupted, dense streams of sword qi appeared above Su Muxue, weaving into a massive sword net that shrouded Mo Tianxiao's head.
Astonishing sword intent pressed down from above. Even though it hadn't descended yet, Mo Tianxiao could already feel fine white marks appearing on the surface of his skin.
Had his physique not been so formidable, his body might have already started spurting blood.
Her sword strike was significantly stronger than when she executed it in the secret realm previously.
"Such terrifying sword qi! Can Eldest Senior Brother block it?"
"Maybe he should just concede? There is a whole realm of difference between them; even if he loses, it wouldn't be disgraceful."
"Right, Eldest Senior Brother absolutely must not get hurt."
The disciples watching from the surroundings looked worried. Even from this distance, they could feel the power of the sky-filling sword qi. One could only imagine the immense pressure their Eldest Senior Brother was enduring right beneath it.
"Senior Brother won't be in danger, right?"
Up on the high platform, Nangong Wan couldn't help but clench her fists, her small face full of tension. Senior Brother was only at the Soul Formation stage. Even if he used that mysterious armor, could he withstand so much sword qi?
"Is this... a Dao-grade sword technique?"
The elders of the Demonic Sect analyzed Su Muxue's sword move.
"The aura is slightly unstable, so she should have just grasped the basics. However, with this kind of posture, it is at least a Dao-grade sword technique."
First Elder Gu Changsheng stroked his beard, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
To be able to master a Dao-grade sword technique at the Profound Comprehension realm showed that her talent in the sword Dao was quite exceptional.
One must know that above Dao-grade spells was the Saint-grade. A sword technique of this caliber could be considered the absolute peak below the Saint realm.
"Tianxiao should be about to use the power of the Demonic Sect's inherited cultivation technique."
Many elders gazed at the Dao Discussion Arena below with some anticipation.
Based on their understanding of Mo Tianxiao, apart from the Devil Emperor's inherited technique, he didn't seem to have cultivated any other powerful spells or moves.
"Mo Tianxiao! If you still don't use your full strength, don't blame me for being heavy-handed!"
Su Muxue pointed her sword at Mo Tianxiao, her expression carrying a hint of coldness. She didn't even call him Fellow Daoist Mo anymore, directly calling out his full name.
To dare look down on her in front of so many people—this was completely intolerable!
"Little Xue, go easy on him. Don't break your future husband."
Su Muyao, who never minded making a scene bigger, teased playfully.
Hearing Su Muyao's words, the Demonic Sect disciples instantly erupted into an uproar.
"Hahahaha! Is Eldest Senior Brother really going to marry this fairy? Even the Palace Master of the Jade Pool Heavenly Palace has spoken."
"Eldest Senior Brother is truly lucky in love. He already has a peerless beauty like Senior Sister Nangong as his junior sister, and now he's provoked the Young Palace Master of the Jade Pool Heavenly Palace. Tsk tsk tsk..."
"Why don't any fairies fancy me like that?"
"Urinate on the ground and look at your reflection; that will solve your confusion. If you have no urine, feces will also do."
"What do you mean?"
"He's telling you to take a piss and look in the mirror!"
"I understand the piss part, but what about the feces?"
"If the excrement is runny, it can vaguely reflect an image."
"..."
"You two are disgusting..."
While the disciples discussed, the Demonic Sect elders all wore joyful expressions.
"Does the Jade Pool Heavenly Palace want to marry their Young Palace Master to Tianxiao?"
"This is a major event. I wonder what Tianxiao's thoughts are."
"If this succeeds, it will be excellent for both our sects."
"Hmm?"
The next instant, a gaze swept toward them. Meeting Yue Liuli's frosty eyes, the elders immediately fell silent. It was as if they had plunged into an ice cave, and cold sweat couldn't help but bead on their foreheads.
"Ahem, let's let Tianxiao decide this kind of matter himself. We shouldn't interfere."
"Right, right, right, First Elder makes sense!"
The elders nodded hastily. They only breathed a sigh of relief when Yue Liuli turned her gaze away.
Their Sect Master's moods were unpredictable. She seemed gentle, but in reality, she was anything but—especially when it came to her direct eldest disciple. In those matters, her word was absolute law.
Back then, the Second Elder had merely slightly opposed the Sect Master's opinion and was almost scared into wetting himself by a single sword strike. This was also the reason why the upper echelons of the Demonic Sect were so united.
Those with dissenting opinions had all been killed off; those who remained naturally shared a unified opinion.
Hearing her sister's teasing, Su Muxue couldn't help but blush, but she quickly calmed down. The most important thing right now was to defeat Mo Tianxiao to avenge his past frivolous behavior.
"It seems Senior is dead set on giving you to me."
Mo Tianxiao looked at Su Muxue not far away, a hint of a smile in his eyes.
This was his first time experiencing someone gifting him a wife. Although it felt weird, he felt inexplicably pleased inside.
"In your dreams!"
Su Muxue shouted delicately, then danced her longsword and slashed downwards. The countless streams of sword qi suspended above Mo Tianxiao's head descended like a massive net.
This lecher actually still dared to flirt with her at a time like this.
Facing the overwhelming sword qi, Mo Tianxiao remained as steady as an old dog. He slowly raised the longsword in his hand, holding it in front of his chest, a smile appearing on his lips.
Although he wouldn't use a Great Emperor technique to bully her, he never said he wouldn't use an Immortal Dao secret technique.
Immortal Dao Secret Technique: Empty-Handed Steal—Activate!
"Thousand Sword Net!"
Mo Tianxiao shouted fiercely, and the spiritual energy in his body suddenly erupted. In the next instant, countless fierce streams of sword qi soared into the sky from his body, weaving into a terrifying sword qi net above his head.
Meanwhile, Su Muxue's sword qi collapsed like a broken dam and vanished without a trace, as if it had never appeared in the first place.
"This is... the exact same move!?"
The spectating disciples' faces were written with shock. "Eldest Senior Brother actually knows this move too!"
"So strong! He shattered the opponent's sword qi in an instant! Could Eldest Senior Brother be a sword Dao prodigy? Did he learn the opponent's move with just one glance? Or did he already know this move to begin with?"
In the eyes of the many disciples, it was Mo Tianxiao's erupting fierce sword qi that directly washed away Su Muxue's attack.
In reality, Su Muxue's move had been stolen by Mo Tianxiao, resulting in her being completely unable to execute the Thousand Sword Net technique!
"How is this possible!?"
As the person involved, Su Muxue was the most dumbfounded. She continuously swung her sword, wanting to execute the sword move, but found that it had absolutely no effect.
It was as if she had never learned this sword stance. No matter how practiced her movements were, or how fiercely her spiritual energy erupted, nothing changed at all.
At this moment, she admitted that she was panicking. How could the other party steal her sword technique? Wasn't this too shameless?!
"Fellow Daoist Su, you've lost."
Following the swing of Mo Tianxiao's longsword, dense sword qi enveloped Su Muxue layer by layer. If she moved even a bit, she would be torn to shreds by the terrifying sword qi.
"I... concede!"
Although Su Muxue was completely bewildered, she wasn't a sore loser.
With her own strongest sword technique pressed against her throat, what else could she do but concede? Was she supposed to test if this sword qi was real or not?
After conceding, Su Muxue visibly drooped. She had originally wanted to seek revenge, but she actually lost in such a manner.
Her gaze stared intently at Mo Tianxiao. Gritting her silver teeth slightly, she spat out, "What exactly did you do?"
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?!
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?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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!
