Pojun's hand blade, wrapped in dark red magical energy, tore through the air. The edge of the blade was less than three inches from the back of Long Ao's neck.
Time was forcibly stretched out at this moment.
Deep in Long Ao's chaotic mind, that gentle voice sounded again, devoid of any emotion, merely stating an established fact.
"You have no choice."
The moment the voice faded, all sounds in the entire abandoned industrial zone vanished.
The wind stopped, the flickering of the distant neon lights slowed by a beat, and the air solidified into an invisible piece of amber.
Pojun's hand blade simply stopped in mid-air.
The muscles all over his body trembled as he tried to carry on with the strike, but an irresistible force completely imprisoned his arm, his body, and the space around him.
In the face of this power, his Tier Seven strength was like a stream crashing into a dam, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple.
The sneer on Qisha's face also froze. The spiritual force field he had released was directly crushed by a much grander existence, and the backlash of pressure sent a sharp pain through his sea of consciousness.
What happened?
Chen Guan had originally been prepared to mobilize Baal's power, and that familiar burning sensation was already brewing at his fingertips, but this sudden turn of events made him stop all his movements.
He looked toward the center of the battlefield.
There was nothing there.
The next second, a figure appeared there.
Without warning, he merely took a step forward from the top of a building a thousand meters away, and when he landed, he was already standing in front of Pojun and Qisha.
The newcomer was wearing a well-tailored suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. It was none other than Lin Jiu.
He pushed the glasses up the bridge of his nose, the lenses reflecting the cold lights of the industrial zone.
He looked at the two dumbfounded Tier Seven protectors, wearing a professional smile on his face.
"You two, bullying children is not a good habit."
[??? Teleportation?]
[Lin Jiu? Was that his voice just now?]
[Holy crap, this style, this entrance, a big shot, definitely a big shot!]
[Who cares who he is, as long as he's cool. This aura is even better than Greedy Wolf's fireworks.]
[Why still call him Lin Jiu? Isn't it obvious at a glance that he's White Tiger? When he appeared in the first act, they put a white tiger right in front of our eyes. It was a clear hint.]
Chen Guan looked at the refreshing bullet comments in his field of vision, his mind calculating rapidly.
Lin Jiu, the Origin Return Group, White Tiger.
It was actually him? He should have noticed earlier.
What was he here for? To protect Long Ao?
Also, the voice mentioned in the bullet comments... but he hadn't heard White Tiger's voice just now.
Pojun's horror lasted only for a moment before it was replaced by endless fury. As a protector of the Flesh Embrace and a Tier Seven powerhouse, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
"Playing tricks!"
He shouted explosively, and his imprisoned power broke free instantly. His other intact fist gathered all the magical energy in his body and smashed toward Lin Jiu's face.
Qisha also struck at the same time. His spiritual power transformed into dozens of pitch-black spikes, piercing toward Lin Jiu's temples from all directions.
The two cooperated perfectly, one physical and one spiritual. It was the ultimate killing move that made them famous.
Facing this joint attack that was enough to instantly kill anyone of the same tier, Lin Jiu didn't even turn his head.
He merely raised his right hand and extended an index finger.
His fingertip lightly tapped on the front of Pojun's incoming fist.
That punch, powerful enough to shatter mountains, vanished.
The flames in Pojun's eyes extinguished, leaving only cold fear.
At the same time, those spiritual spikes aimed at White Tiger crumbled inch by inch a foot away from his body, dissipating into the air.
"Too weak."
White Tiger commented softly, as if critiquing an unappetizing dish. If it weren't to show off his strength, these people wouldn't have even had the chance to break free and attack.
He withdrew his finger, looking at the terrified duo. The smile on his face remained unchanged, but the words he spoke carried an unquestionable power of rules.
"Freeze."
Just one word.
Pojun and Qisha's bodies were instantly bound by invisible chains. The two maintained their attacking postures, unable to move a muscle.
They became two statues in this ruin of steel.
"My name is White Tiger. Remember it."
White Tiger walked up to them, admiring the expressions of fear on their faces from up close. "The next time we meet will be the day you die."
After saying that, he snapped his fingers.
Snap.
The invisible chains disappeared.
Regaining their freedom, Pojun and Qisha didn't hesitate for a second, nor did they dare to utter a single harsh word. The two turned into two black shadows and fled this nightmare place that they would never forget for the rest of their lives at the fastest speed of their lives, without looking back.
A moment later, they reappeared in the same spot, both looking completely bewildered.
White Tiger looked regretful. "It seems you are dead set on having a showdown with me. Oh well, this is our second meeting."
Before the two could beg for mercy, another snap of his fingers, and they were instantly reduced to ashes.
He walked over to Long Ao, who was kneeling on one knee.
The power of the dragon blood within Long Ao was still violently clashing. Golden auras burned his internal organs, and his vitality was draining at a visible rate.
White Tiger reached out and gently pressed his hand on top of Long Ao's head.
A gentle energy slowly flowed into Long Ao's body.
That violent dragon blood power became as docile as a kitten in the face of this energy.
It was soothed, untangled, and then guided to merge into Long Ao's limbs and bones, repairing his body that was on the verge of collapse.
The ruptured wounds on Long Ao's body stopped bleeding, and the flickering golden light stabilized, eventually retracting beneath the surface of his skin.
His breathing steadied. Although he was still weak, his life was no longer in danger.
"Welcome to the team, Vermilion Bird."
White Tiger's voice echoed in his mind.
Long Ao raised his head and looked at him in confusion.
[Vermilion Bird? What's that? A codename?]
[Definitely. Since there's White Tiger, it's obviously the Four Holy Beasts.]
[Why do I feel like Brother Guan knows about this? He's been way too calm from beginning to end.]
[The truth is out. This was a call for backup. Brother Guan had everything planned out all along. Detonating Greedy Wolf was part of the plan, getting chased was part of the plan, and the goal was to get White Tiger to show up and give Brother Ao a power-up...]
Looking at the analysis in the bullet comments, Chen Guan almost lost his composure.
Calling for backup? The one I called was a demon, it was Baal. Who knew White Tiger would pop out halfway?
However, this was fine too. It saved him a huge amount of popularity points that he would have spent on healing medicine.
He looked at White Tiger, and the other party's gaze happened to fall on him as well.
There was a hint of a smile in those eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses.
"You recognize me, right, silly boy."
A voice echoed only in his mind. Then, White Tiger didn't expose Chen Guan's identity. Instead, he spoke to him and Long Ao in an undeniable tone, "I'll clean up this mess. You two should disappear."
As his voice faded, his figure began to blur, and soon not a single trace of him could be found.
It was as if he had never appeared.
Only Chen Guan and Long Ao were left at the scene.
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.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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!
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.
