"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Young man, you truly are arrogant!"
"Even your master wouldn’t dare say such words. You really don’t know the immensity of heaven and earth."
Wang Zhiwei couldn’t help but laugh as he watched Chen Chang'an's audacious demeanor. Ignorance, at times, could indeed make a man fearless.
In Wang Zhiwei's eyes, Chen Chang'an was nothing more than an ignorant fool who had no idea what the Wang Family represented—or the Mu Family, for that matter.
Even if he stood at the peak of the Tai Xuan Realm, in the eyes of the Ancient Immortal Domain, he was nothing but an ant that could be crushed with a mere flick.
What right did he have to be so arrogant?
"Whether I have the right or not, why don’t you test it and see?"
Chen Chang'an smiled faintly. In the next instant, an overwhelming aura erupted from his body, so terrifying that even Wang Zhiwei felt a chill in his heart.
This kid… was he really from the lower realm?
The strongest cultivators in the lower realms barely reached the Quasi-Emperor realm. How could he unleash such a fearsome presence?
"No wonder the young lady of the Mu Family took a liking to you. You truly are a monstrous talent."
"Pity. Your strength is still far from enough to face me."
Though the aura was formidable, Wang Zhiwei didn’t take Chen Chang'an seriously at all. Even though his own power was somewhat restricted in the lower realm, he was still no pushover.
"Let me show you what true strength looks like!"
With a cold snort, Wang Zhiwei abruptly lashed out, his palm striking directly toward Chen Chang'an’s chest.
Seeing this, Mu Yunyao’s expression changed. She was about to intervene when Da Huang nudged her leg.
In that split second of hesitation, Wang Zhiwei’s palm landed squarely on Chen Chang'an’s chest.
"Hmm?"
Wang Zhiwei was confident in his strength. This strike should have been enough to obliterate even a Quasi-Emperor, let alone an Emperor or a Quasi-Immortal.
Yet, Chen Chang'an simply stood there, smiling at him.
His attack… had done no damage at all?
Only then did Mu Yunyao remember—Chen Chang'an’s physique was even more monstrous than his talent. She had been so worried that she’d forgotten.
Da Huang had to remind her.
It seemed Chen Chang'an had deliberately stood still, testing his opponent’s strength.
"Is this the power of the Wang Family?"
"Seems rather unimpressive," Chen Chang'an remarked lightly.
"Young man, I underestimated you."
"But you should never mock the Wang Family!"
Wang Zhiwei’s expression darkened as an even more terrifying force surged from his body, gathering in his palm.
"Die!"
Now, Wang Zhiwei was intent on killing. Chen Chang'an’s bizarre resilience had unsettled him. This kid was too abnormal—he couldn’t be allowed to grow any further!
Boom!
A devastating shockwave erupted from the clash between Chen Chang'an and Wang Zhiwei, spreading outward in all directions.
If not for Mu Yunyao’s protection, Da Huang would have been obliterated on the spot.
Meanwhile, the entire Tai Xuan Realm trembled violently under the force of Wang Zhiwei’s attack.
The presence of power that did not belong to this world had a catastrophic impact on the realm.
"What… what is happening? Can you feel it? This energy is terrifying!"
"By the heavens, is this a battle between peak-level Emperors? How can it be so destructive?"
"The skies darken, rivers reverse, the earth quakes, mountains collapse… is the Tai Xuan Realm about to be destroyed?"
"What is going on? Can someone tell me what’s happening?"
Panic swept across the entire Tai Xuan Realm as everyone sensed an unprecedented crisis looming over them.
"Wang Zhiwei, are you trying to destroy the Tai Xuan Realm?"
"Stop this at once!" Mu Yunyao shouted furiously.
Stop?
Wang Zhiwei’s eyes burned red as he stared at Chen Chang'an, his heart filled with disbelief.
Why? Why was this happening? There was no way he should have survived that attack—no way at all!
"You… who are you?"
Wang Zhiwei never imagined that someone so terrifying could exist in the Tai Xuan Realm.
Was he really just Mu Yunyao’s disciple?
How could he possess such strength while still in the lower realm?
Wang Zhiwei had just unleashed the strongest attack he could muster under the realm’s restrictions, yet Chen Chang'an remained unharmed.
"Who am I? Just my master’s disciple."
"Now, do you think I have the right?" Chen Chang'an asked with a smile.
"Hmph!"
"Wishful thinking. I’m merely restricted here. If I could unleash my full power, both you and this world would be annihilated!"
"Do you really think you have any right?"
"If we were in the Ancient Immortal Domain, you’d already be dead," Wang Zhiwei sneered.
Already dead?
Chen Chang'an didn’t know Wang Zhiwei’s true strength, but as a member of the Wang Family—one of the Nine Immortal Clans—he was undoubtedly formidable.
If even now, Wang Zhiwei couldn’t harm him, then in the Ancient Immortal Domain, ordinary experts would likely be unable to touch him.
But the current Chen Chang'an was no longer the powerless youth he once was.
"I’m tough."
"But now, I can fight back too."
"You’ve had your turn. Now… it’s mine."
Hmm?
Your turn?
You actually think you can strike back?
Wang Zhiwei looked at Chen Chang'an with disdain. Even if he couldn’t kill him, what could this brat possibly do to him?
Ridiculous.
"Chang'an, you’re no match for him. Let this end here," Mu Yunyao urged.
Hearing her words, Chen Chang'an turned to her with a smile.
"Master, when we sparred last time, I didn’t use my full strength."
He hadn’t used his full strength?
During their previous test, he had held back?
And now, having broken through to the peak of the Emperor realm, he was undoubtedly even stronger.
Yet, Mu Yunyao still didn’t believe Chen Chang'an could defeat Wang Zhiwei.
Even with the realm’s suppression, killing Wang Zhiwei wouldn’t be easy. If he sensed true danger and lashed out recklessly, the Tai Xuan Realm would never withstand it.
In that case, Chen Chang'an would suffer the most—and the entire realm would perish with him.
"Chang'an, you still have family and friends in the Tai Xuan Realm. Don’t act recklessly."
"If the realm is destroyed, they will all die," Mu Yunyao said gravely.
"Master, don’t worry. I won’t let that happen."
"Besides, I want to see just how big the gap is between me and a true expert of the Ancient Immortal Domain."
Chen Chang'an grinned. In the next moment, a sword tore through the void, landing squarely in his grasp.
This was the first time since he began cultivating that he had truly wielded a sword.
And this sword—Mu Yunyao recognized it. Wang Zhiwei found it eerily familiar.
"This is… the God-Slaying Sword?"
"You actually gave him something so important?"
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?!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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!
