After a brief system outage, people quickly understood what had happened.
“Ah!!!”
A scream ignited the panic beneath the night sky.
A moment later, the crowd erupted like water thrown into boiling oil. People screamed and scattered in every direction like headless flies.
Chen Guan hovered in the air, coldly looking down at the crowd below.
But that still wasn’t enough.
He adjusted his course and flew toward an office building on the other side.
Then he swung his hammer again.
Boom!
The ground shook violently. Rubble shot into the sky, making it feel like an earthquake.
That strike completely shattered the last vestiges of wishful thinking.
This wasn’t an accident.
It was an attack.
Chen Guan’s attack route was extremely cunning. Every hammer blow landed in an unoccupied area, yet the resulting panic was magnified to its limits.
The range of the flying rubble and shock waves was enormous. Several pedestrians who were too slow to escape were about to be struck by fragments of the collapsing buildings.
Just then, a dark-purple afterimage flashed past.
In her panic, a young mother carrying a child ran in the wrong direction. A falling slab of concrete was directly in her path, and she shut her eyes in despair.
But the impact she expected never came.
When she opened her eyes again, she was already a hundred meters away, standing at the mouth of a secluded alley. The child in her arms was still sleeping soundly, while the mother’s face was full of bewilderment.
Similar scenes continued to unfold at chaotic street corners throughout the area.
Several terrified pedestrians had collapsed to the ground. An invisible force wrapped around their bodies and instantly carried them behind safe cover.
The entire process happened so quickly that no one noticed the truth: under Chen Guan’s orders, a small purple leopard was using space as a stepping stone, ferrying one innocent person after another away from the chaos below.
Santai, who had witnessed everything, clicked her tongue in wonder.
She had assumed Black Tortoise would be indecisive. She hadn’t expected him to still choose to create the greatest possible panic.
His leopard, however, had made up for the consequences of that panic. It really was useful.
Santai was naturally happy to see this. She didn’t consider herself a good person, but neither was she a violent criminal.
Since Chen Guan could handle evacuating the civilians on his own, there was no need for her to intervene. She silently put away her scroll.
Just then, piercing alarm sirens finally rang out from every direction in the city, completely tearing apart this false prosperity.
Chen Guan’s gaze shifted toward the end of the distant street.
Several streams of red and blue police lights formed a steel flood, racing toward the center of the city at an insane speed.
The Great Wall had entered the scene.
In the distance, a meteor burning with crimson fury shot toward him in a straight line, breaking the sound barrier.
“Villain! Prepare to die!”
A thunderous roar arrived before the man himself, the fury in his voice nearly setting the night ablaze.
The newcomer was a burly, middle-aged man dressed in a dark-green uniform. On his chest, a golden badge representing tenth-tier strength glinted in the firelight.
He was Gao Yan, the person in charge of Yunlan City.
Gao Yan had rushed over the moment he received the alarm.
When he saw the two ruins still belching smoke and the panicked crowds below, the killing intent in his eyes became impossible to restrain.
And when he saw the culprit standing atop a high-rise building, wearing a white mask, every shred of reason was burned away by his fury.
There was no need for communication.
The man deserved the death penalty. Directly.
Gao Yan’s figure dragged a crimson afterimage through the air. His fist, wrapped in rocky armor, descended like a meteor toward Chen Guan’s head.
Before the fist even arrived, the searing wind it created had already forced the air below to let out a mournful wail.
Facing this thunderous attack, Chen Guan neither dodged nor retreated.
He swung his massive hammer across his body and met the blow head-on.
Clang!
A piercing metallic crash exploded over Yunlan City.
A dazzling shock wave spread outward from the two men, transforming into a visible ring of air that swept through the streets below and shattered the windows of several abandoned cars.
A wave of numbness ran through the arm gripping the hammer, and Chen Guan was knocked back more than ten meters.
What incredible strength.
He had to admit that a tenth-tier enhancement-type ability user truly possessed astonishing physical destructive power.
He couldn’t fight the man head-on.
Nor did he need to.
Gao Yan’s arm was numb from the impact as well, but the fury in his eyes burned even brighter.
His first strike had failed. He stamped his foot in midair, sending spiderweb-like cracks rippling through the atmosphere. Then he transformed into another cannonball and charged forward.
His fists fell like rain, every blow carrying the determination to crush Chen Guan to pieces.
Chen Guan wielded his massive hammer, defending himself without leaving a single opening.
For a time, the two men became entangled in a battle across the night sky. They fought from the eastern end of the city to the western end, leaving destruction in their wake wherever they passed.
Below them, Baobao leaped from place to place rescuing people, nearly working himself to death.
Several kilometers away, atop another high-rise, Santai held a monocular telescope and watched the pursuit with undiminished interest.
But as she continued watching, the smile on her face gradually faded.
“Something’s wrong.”
Santai lowered the telescope, her brows furrowing slightly beneath her mask.
She had noticed a very strange detail.
The newcomer appeared to be completely suppressed by that brawny man from the Great Wall, fleeing in a sorry state. Yet every retreat and every block was executed with excessive precision.
Several times, Gao Yan’s fists had passed mere inches from his vital points. They looked dangerously close, but Santai knew that Chen Guan had deliberately used nonfatal parts of his body to receive the attacks and guide them along their trajectories.
There had also been several occasions when his hammer could clearly have struck openings in Gao Yan’s defense.
Yet in the end, it was always a fraction too slow or an inch off target, crashing into the hardest parts of the other man’s rocky armor. Aside from sending sparks flying, the blows achieved nothing.
Clumsy.
That was the only word Santai could think of.
His combat technique looked like that of a child who had just obtained a divine weapon. He was full of openings, possessing immense power but no idea how to use it effectively.
But could he really be this clumsy?
Santai’s gaze followed the path of their battle, tracing a line across the virtual map.
The starting point was Eternal Plaza.
The destination was a cluster of unfinished buildings in the western suburbs.
His intentions were already obvious.
He clearly possessed the ability to trade wounds for wounds by relying on his self-healing, yet he hadn’t done so. Instead, he was allowing himself to be worn down for no reason.
He was almost excessively kind.
“So Uncle Nandou really did get it right.” Santai muttered to herself before flashing forward and hurrying after them.
[Holy crap, how long has it been since we last saw Brother Coffin getting beaten down? That older guy is insanely strong!]
[Wait, has anyone else noticed? Brother Coffin has been running the whole time, but the battle line is getting farther and farther away from the residential districts.]
[Don’t tell me you think he’s doing it on purpose. Bro Coffin has obviously turned traitor.]
[But his hammer has missed several times, almost as if he doesn’t want to kill the guy.]
[Waaah, he really is too good for this world. I’m crying. Even after becoming a villain, he still has ordinary people in his heart. Our Guan Guan is just too kind.]
There was no time to pay attention to the arguments in the comments anymore.
Gao Yan’s fists had completely gone berserk.
Every blow sent out waves of heat like molten iron, while the force of their fists rippled visibly through the air. The entire cluster of unfinished buildings in the western suburbs had become an arena for the two of them.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
