Let's start with you, Student Council President.
Remember, my name is Yan Yu.
The words of the demonic young man, Yan Yu, echoed in the basin.
As the last syllable fell, his figure faded from its spot, turning into a wisp of black smoke barely visible to the naked eye.
A bone-piercing chill gripped An Changqing, and every muscle in his body tensed from the extreme warning of danger.
The sword in his hand hummed.
Without a moment's hesitation, he thrust out a sword aura, condensed to the extreme, straight into the empty space ahead.
However, the sword aura only sliced through the air, leaving a bottomless gash on the distant mountain wall.
There was no one in front of him.
Yan Yu's figure had never moved an inch.
Or rather, his movement was an illusion that surpassed the limits of vision.
He appeared in front of An Changqing like a ghost, extending a slender finger.
Pitch-black demonic power wrapped around his fingertip, tapping exactly on the tip of the sword An Changqing thrust forward.
Clang!
A deafening clash of metal rang out.
An overwhelming force capable of overturning mountains and seas transmitted from the tip of the sword, effortlessly shattering all the defenses he was so proud of.
The impact lifted him off the ground, sending him flying backward.
While his body was still in mid-air, he spat out a mist of blood, crashing heavily onto the ground a dozen meters away.
The sword slipped from his grasp and plunged into the dirt, its blade vibrating violently and letting out a mournful wail.
One finger, and the top student was defeated.
Long Ao reacted quickly; a blazing white light covered his fists, and he turned into a cannonball shot from its barrel, charging straight at Yan Yu.
Die!
His punch, filled with fury, gathered all his strength and blasted solidly toward Yan Yu's chest.
The fist passed right through.
There was no physical body.
Long Ao's fist hit the air.
The momentum of a full-body strike hitting nothing but empty space made his chest feel tight.
What he hit was merely an afterimage left behind by extreme speed.
Not bad strength, but a pity, you're too slow.
Yan Yu's voice, full of contempt, sounded by his ear.
Alarm bells rang wildly in Long Ao's mind, but it was already too late to defend.
A palm gently pressed against his chest.
The palm seemed to have no force, but the moment it made contact, the blazing white light protecting Long Ao's body collapsed like thin paper.
Crack!
The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.
Long Ao's body bent into the shape of a shrimp, his sternum caving inward at a visible angle.
His eyes widened, filled with horror, and then he followed in An Changqing's footsteps, flying backward and dragging a long trench in the ground before falling silent.
[???]
[One move for each? Is this fucking Rank 8? This has to be at least Rank 9!]
[If Long Ao and An Changqing can't hold up, how are they supposed to fight?]
[Is Yan Yu's ability intangibility?]
The moment Long Ao was sent flying, Su Yuehe had already begun to mobilize her power.
Invisible ripples spread out with her at the center. She stared at Yan Yu, her lips slightly parted, ready to weave a verbal rule that could bind the opponent.
Yan Yu didn't even move.
He merely turned his head and glanced at Su Yuehe with those golden slit pupils.
Just one glance.
A vast demonic power mixed with a savage mental impact violently washed over, directly tearing apart the spirit word construct Su Yuehe had just gathered.
Pfft!
Her mental world was ruthlessly slammed, and her throat tasted sweet.
She spat out a mouthful of blood and her body collapsed limply.
In the blink of an eye, the three members of the main protagonist group were completely wiped out.
The entire basin was dead silent.
Only Chen Guan, still carrying the coffin on his back, stood in place.
He supported Su Yuehe's body, letting her lean against the coffin behind him, and fed medicine to An Changqing and Long Ao to ensure these two wouldn't die right away.
Throughout the whole process, his gaze never left Yan Yu, and Yan Yu didn't stop him, just watched with great interest.
The bullet screen descended into a wail of despair.
Chen Guan's breathing remained steady. He didn't know why Yan Yu hadn't attacked him, but he knew he was waiting for An Changqing and the others to close their eyes.
He asked Baal in his mind: Is his ability spatial, or illusion?
Jie jie, neither, Baal generously provided the answer, curious to see what this human would do in the face of absolute power. It's a very ancient and rare ability. The last time I saw it was hundreds of years ago. It allows him to exist between reality and illusion, making him immune to most physical attacks, and he can move at super high speeds through shadows. Look, he has no shadow under his feet.
Chen Guan's gaze fell on Yan Yu's feet, and it was indeed empty there.
Between reality and illusion?
In other words, mental attacks would be the most effective method.
Yan Yu looked at him and smiled, saying, Do you know why I didn't kill you? I remember, your name is Chen Guan?
This was also what Chen Guan didn't understand. I don't know.
Right at this moment.
An explosive shout carrying the might of thunder erupted from the sky, simultaneously breaking the exchange between them.
Stop!
The voice was filled with fury, carrying a weight that demanded absolute obedience.
Boom!
A blindingly bright flash of lightning, like a spear of divine punishment, fell from the sky, forcibly tearing open the demonic power blockade that enveloped the entire valley.
The black canopy was torn open with a massive gap, allowing light from the outside to shine in.
As the lightning dissipated, a burly figure, like a mountain, stood in front of Chen Guan.
It was Li Yan.
He was bathed in dancing electric arcs, his expression stern, and the fury in his eyes almost scorching the air.
His appearance finally brought a chance to breathe in this cage of despair.
[Holy shit, Li Yan is so cool.]
[The cavalry is here, we're saved.]
[So badass, Teacher Li.]
The atmosphere of the bullet screen instantly shifted from despair to ecstasy.
Yan Yu's movements paused.
He pulled back his foot and looked at the suddenly appearing Li Yan. A trace of impatience crossed his face, but that impatience quickly turned into an intrigued interest.
Oh? A decent guard has arrived.
He sized up Li Yan, interest reigniting in his golden slit pupils. At least Rank 8, huh. What a pity. Do you think you alone can protect this flock of fledglings?
As Yan Yu's words fell.
In the surrounding gray dense forest, pairs of crimson eyes tainted by demonic power lit up once again.
This time, it wasn't the Wind Blade Wolves that appeared.
Instead, it was various demons of different forms, their auras far more powerful than the wolf king.
Their numbers far exceeded the previous wolf pack, surrounding the entire basin so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak out.
The newly risen hope was instantly crushed again.
Li Yan didn't even look at the surrounding demons. He stared at Yan Yu, his voice suppressing his anger: Sealing off the secret realm, hunting students... Demons, you are declaring war on Huaxia, and even all of humanity.
Declaring war? No, no. Yan Yu wagged his finger and laughed. This is just the opening ceremony of a grand feast, and you are merely the first appetizer.
There was no point in saying more.
Li Yan stopped wasting words.
He turned his head and growled at Chen Guan, the only one still standing behind him:
I'll hold him off; you find a way to take the others and leave first.
Before his voice could fade.
Behind Yan Yu, two equally terrifying auras surged upward as two more figures stepped forward.
One was hunched, with bone spikes protruding from its back.
The other was seductive and alluring, flicking a serpentine tongue.
Their presence was not the slightest bit weaker than Yan Yu's.
Three Demon Generals.
They stood in a triangular formation, completely surrounding Li Yan.
The smile on Yan Yu's face widened into a look of sheer delight. Spreading his arms, he directed a malicious taunt at Li Yan, whose expression had already hardened like iron.
"Teacher Li Yan, it seems you cannot even save yourself now."
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."
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
