"Are you sure this is the place?"
"It should be. Judging by the aura, it disappeared right here."
"That cave is way too obvious. He must be hiding inside."
The ten Great Emperor-level experts from the Dragon Emperor Palace stared at the cave entrance below, certain that Lie Zhankuang was hiding there.
"There seems to be a barrier inside the cave—probably set up by Lie Zhankuang."
"Let’s attack together and break through it."
"Agreed!"
Just as the ten were about to strike, a figure suddenly appeared before them.
The sudden arrival stunned them all.
Such speed—without leaving the slightest trace! Who was this?
"You’re from the Dragon Emperor Palace?"
"I’m curious—how did you track us here?"
Chen Chang'an's expression was utterly calm, as if the ten before him were nothing worth noting. His tone was casual, as though he were merely making small talk.
His demeanor made the Dragon Emperor Palace experts frown. Such composure?
But his cultivation level…
Dongxu realm?
A Dongxu cultivator with that kind of speed, and none of them had sensed him?
Something was off.
"Who are you?" one of them demanded, brows furrowed.
"Me?"
"Lie Zhankuang’s father."
Huh?
Lie Zhankuang’s father?
He looked far too young. If anything, Lie Zhankuang could pass as Chen Chang'an’s grandfather.
How could the father be young while the son looked ancient?
"Bullshit. Your auras don’t match at all."
"Do you really take us for fools? You think we can’t tell?"
At a certain level of cultivation, one could discern blood relations through observation.
No matter how they looked at it, Chen Chang'an and Lie Zhankuang shared no connection.
"True, our auras don’t match," Chen Chang'an said with a smile. "But he calls me 'Daddy.' So, doesn’t that make me his father?"
"Hmph. Are you trying to stall for time?"
"With just you?"
One of them sneered and struck without another word.
Sensing the attack, Chen Chang'an frowned.
Weak.
Pathetically weak.
Back then, he had sparred with Feng Wuliang when the latter had just broken through to the Great Emperor realm. Even as a newly ascended Great Emperor, Feng Wuliang had seemed far stronger than these people.
Were they really Great Emperors?
They felt barely stronger than half-step Great Emperors.
BOOM!
The attack landed squarely on Chen Chang'an, who neither dodged nor flinched. His goal was simple—to test whether their strength was as lacking as it appeared.
"Just as I thought. You’re all disappointments."
"Your 'Great Emperor' realm is a joke."
His words darkened their expressions—not from anger, but because he was right.
More importantly… how was he so strong?
Even if their cultivation was flawed and their power weaker than it should be, they were still Great Emperors.
And even if they hadn’t gone all out, he had just tanked the attack without even moving?
"You’re not Dongxu realm?" the attacker growled.
"Is my cultivation level really the issue here?"
"Let’s go back to my question—how did you find this place?" Chen Chang'an repeated.
"We’ll tell you after you’re dead."
"Attack together!"
Chen Chang'an had faced many villains, but rarely ones this decisive.
No small talk? No monologues?
The ten struck simultaneously, but Chen Chang'an showed no fear. In an instant, an overwhelming aura erupted from his body.
The Dragon Emperor Palace experts froze in shock.
BOOM!
Caught off guard, all ten were sent flying by the sheer force of his presence.
Great Emperors—sent flying by a Dongxu cultivator’s aura?
Before they could even process it, Chen Chang'an vanished.
"Where is he?"
"Right here."
Huh?
Behind them?
The moment Chen Chang'an’s voice reached their ears, a surge of annihilating energy tore through their bodies.
In less than a breath, consciousness faded—no chance to resist.
"First."
"Second."
"Third…"
His movements were a blur. In the blink of an eye, nine lay dead.
Silent. Effortless.
And just like that, nine Great Emperor-level experts perished.
What a humiliating way to go.
These nine might be the most pitiful deaths in the history of the Profound Realm.
"Y-you… who are you?"
The last survivor stared at Chen Chang'an in terror.
They had spent years in the Dragon Emperor Palace, encountering stronger foes—but never someone who slaughtered Great Emperors so effortlessly.
Was Chen Chang'an a peak Great Emperor?
"Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is this—I ask, you answer."
"Understood?" Chen Chang'an asked with a faint smile.
"Y-yes."
"How did you track us?"
"W-we detected Lie Zhankuang’s aura."
"Though he escaped that day, we’ve been intermittently following his lingering traces."
"Just now, we suddenly sensed him again, so we came."
So the kid hadn’t cleaned up properly. No wonder they found him so quickly.
"Why make such a public spectacle of this?"
"This…"
"Hm? Not willing to talk?"
"Can’t say."
"You’re not afraid of death?"
"Talking means death either way."
Though the man refused to speak, Chen Chang'an already understood.
Long Wuqi’s doing.
That was the only explanation. If he spoke, even if Chen Chang'an spared him, Long Wuqi wouldn’t.
"You’re quite loyal, I see."
"Long Wuqi must have placed some kind of restriction on you all, making betrayal impossible."
"So, Long Wuqi isn’t in the Dragon Emperor Palace. He’s been gone for five thousand years, hasn’t he?"
Chen Chang'an didn’t expect an answer. He only wanted to observe the man’s reaction.
And the reaction told him everything.
Gone.
The shock in the man’s eyes screamed, How do you know?
Chen Chang'an had learned most of what he needed. The only missing piece was Long Wuqi’s current identity.
Whose body was he using? What was his role now?
"If I asked, would you tell me Long Wuqi’s current identity?" Chen Chang'an inquired.
"Never! I would never—"
"Good. Then die."
Without another word, Chen Chang'an ended the last Great Emperor.
He had hoped to test his current strength, but these opponents were far too weak.
The Dragon Emperor Palace had many Great Emperors, but their flaws were glaring—their power was lacking.
"Let’s go. Time to leave."
"Huh? Now?"
"They’re all dead. Why stay?"
"Honestly, you're just a coward, way too timid."
Seeing the disdain in Da Huang's eyes, Lie Zhankuang was momentarily stunned. How was he a coward?
He had managed to hold his own against ten Great Emperor-level experts for so long without being killed—was that cowardly?
That was downright impressive, wasn't it?
"Me, Lie Zhankuang, a coward?"
"Let me tell you, I—"
"Wait, did you just say they’re all dead already?"
"That fast?"
"Holy shit, Brother Chen’s strength has reached… such a terrifying level now?"
Ten Great Emperors—how long had it even been? Barely enough time to take a piss, and they were already wiped out?
What Lie Zhankuang didn’t know was that Chen Chang'an had also spent time talking. Otherwise, it wouldn’t even have taken as long as a piss to finish them off.
"I hope you can still say 'I’m not a coward' after you learn the truth!"
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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."
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.”
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
