Collapse!
Chen Chang'an wasn't someone who got pushed to the brink often, but this Hammer Emperor truly had him on the verge of losing it.
Hammer, hammer, hammer—all you know is hammering.
"You really insist on hammering?"
"Absolutely. I must hammer you, or I'll keep following you."
"Fine. But hammering me won't be so easy."
"That depends on your own skill," Chen Chang'an said coldly.
"What do you mean?"
"You want to fight me?"
The Hammer Emperor was taken aback. Though Chen Chang'an's breakthrough method was peculiar, he was only at the Void Comprehension Realm's first level. Yet here he was, clearly ready to throw down.
"What? Scared?" Chen Chang'an asked with a smirk.
"Not a chance! Of course not!"
"Fighting's good—more chances to hammer!" the Hammer Emperor said excitedly.
More hammering?
Such a simple wish. Unfortunately, Chen Chang'an had no intention of indulging him.
"If you've got the skill, try landing a hit on me!"
"Are you two really going to fight?" Gu Fenghua asked helplessly.
"Shut up!"
"Stay out of it!"
Chen Chang'an and the Hammer Emperor snapped at Gu Fenghua in unison, irritating him.
Fight!
Fight to the death!
Whoever backs down is a damn coward!
"Come on then, fight! Hurry up!"
Gu Fenghua lost his temper too, stepping aside to give them space.
"No way… Did the ancestor just get scolded by Chen Chang'an?"
"Getting scolded isn’t the scary part—it’s that the ancestor didn’t punish him!"
"Am I dreaming? Is this really our ancestor?"
"Shh, stop talking. The ancestor’s looking this way."
A single glare from Gu Fenghua silenced the crowd.
"Can we start now?" the Hammer Emperor asked eagerly.
"Sure, bring it on!"
Whoosh!
The moment Chen Chang'an spoke, the Hammer Emperor’s massive hammer—long held in restraint—swung down with a howling gust of wind.
The force behind the strike was terrifying, making the onlookers wince.
Boom!
A deafening crash—but the hammer didn’t land on Chen Chang'an. Instead, it obliterated the building behind him.
"You bastard! Fight if you must, but don’t wreck the place!" Gu Fenghua roared.
"Where is he?"
"Where’d this brat go?"
Ignoring Gu Fenghua, the Hammer Emperor looked around in confusion. He’d been sure the hammer would connect—so how had Chen Chang'an vanished?
Just as he searched, Chen Chang'an’s figure materialized behind him.
Witnessing this ghostly maneuver, Gu Fenghua’s eyes lit up—such a terrifying ability.
Without hesitation, Chen Chang'an delivered a full-force kick to the Hammer Emperor’s rear.
Thud!
A dull impact, followed by the Hammer Emperor’s involuntary flight through the air.
"Holy shit, he kicked the Hammer Emperor away?"
"Insane!"
"Is this really the power of the Void Comprehension Realm?"
"Wait… what’s happening?"
The next moment left everyone stunned.
Gu Fenghua’s eyes widened in disbelief, questioning his own vision.
The Hammer Emperor, mid-flight, reversed course—returning to his original position as if time had rewound.
And waiting for him was another kick from Chen Chang'an.
Thud!
Sent flying again!
Then back once more!
Thud!
And flying once more…
The crowd’s gazes swung left and right, tracking the Hammer Emperor’s airborne trajectory.
But what baffled them was his lack of reaction. His rear must have been thoroughly tenderized—yet he endured it without resistance.
"No… no way!"
"Is this… time reversal?"
"Chen Chang'an actually…"
Gu Fenghua couldn’t articulate his shock.
Chen Chang'an had clearly mastered time manipulation—kicking the Hammer Emperor away, then reversing time to reset his position, leaving him no chance to counter.
The precision was flawless. The Hammer Emperor, a supreme powerhouse, was reduced to a helpless punching bag.
No one knew what went through his mind, but it couldn’t have been pleasant.
"Hammer this, you bastard!"
"You love hammering, don’t you?"
"Go on, hammer me!"
Each kick was cathartic for Chen Chang'an.
Three hours passed. The spectators’ necks grew stiff from the constant swiveling.
"That’s enough. Seriously."
Gu Fenghua couldn’t bear it any longer. The Hammer Emperor’s humiliation was too brutal—his rear swollen beyond recognition.
"Fine, I’ll spare him for your sake."
Chen Chang'an chuckled, finally stopping. He glanced at the motionless Hammer Emperor and asked, "Had enough?"
"Still want to hammer me?"
The Hammer Emperor was long broken. Simple-minded, but not stupid. Publicly humiliated like this—it was too much.
What now?
His rear felt detached, as if it no longer belonged to him.
"Why’s he not moving?"
"Did he die?"
Gu Fengyao’s worried voice broke the silence.
Die?
Gu Fenghua sighed. This was an Emperor—not so easily killed.
This was social death. The Hammer Emperor couldn’t face anyone now.
"Get up. Lying there just makes it worse."
Though Gu Fenghua tried to suppress it, the faint twitch of his lips betrayed his amusement.
"I take my leave!"
"Urgent matters await!"
Still prone, the Hammer Emperor shot off like an arrow, his speed awe-inspiring.
"Truly an Emperor—such speed!"
"Majestic, even in retreat!"
Chen Chang'an finally vented his frustration. Still want to hammer me?
"Shouldn’t we leave now?" Da Huang asked.
Leave?
Gu Fenghua and the others were startled. They’d barely stayed a few days—why the rush?
"Yeah, it’s time."
Chen Chang'an had come for the fetal bead. Now that he had it, why linger? Wait for New Year’s?
"Bit too soon, isn’t it?"
"You and Fengyao haven’t even held the engagement ceremony!"
Engagement?
Damn, he’d forgotten all about it!
Chen Chang'an glanced at the blushing Gu Fengyao and asked bluntly, "So… you know about the engagement?"
"This... naturally, I know."
"Good, I know it too."
"In that case, we can consider ourselves engaged."
"What do you think?"
"Huh? This... this counts as an engagement?" Gu Fengyao stared at Chen Chang'an in utter bewilderment.
"Otherwise? You know, I know—isn’t that enough?"
"We’re cultivators—why bother with trivial formalities? Don’t you agree?"
"Well... that does make some sense."
"See? It’s logical. Alright then, I’ll take my leave. Contact me if anything comes up."
"Farewell!"
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."
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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.”
