“Enough.”
Without even lifting his eyelids, Ye Xuan suddenly stomped his right leg. The violent, unrivaled spiritual power directly tore through the void for dozens of feet around him, transforming into an overwhelming, matchless force.
Bai Ningbing felt as if a colossal, ten-thousand-ton hammer had smashed into her chest. Several crisp cracks sounded as countless ribs shattered.
Her body flew backward like a ragdoll in a fierce wind, crashing heavily into the hard wall of the ironwood flying boat before slamming onto the deck. Blood mixed with shards of internal organs gushed from her mouth in a spray.
The rain poured down in torrents, and the wind howled wildly, whipping Ye Xuan’s hair into a frenzy.
He stood proudly at the bow, unleashing his full aura—the terrifying presence of a Nascent Soul cultivator, capable of suppressing an entire realm and overturning the stars.
Black demonic flames coiled around him, making him seem like an ancient demon god fallen from the Ninth Heaven, gazing down at the insignificant ant on the ground with a hopeless, despairing air.
“Enough. I’ll say this one last time. I have no interest in wasting time listening to your damned riddles.”
Ye Xuan’s voice rang out clearly amid the thunder, every word carrying an unyielding arrogance.
“I don’t care who you are, and I don’t care about the dog hiding in the shadows that once bit me.” His eyes were filled with iciness and fury.
“None of that will stop me, Ye Xuan, from walking the path I must tread!”
He raised his head, his words like knives slicing through the night sky:
“If heaven blocks me, I will tear heaven apart! Nine Heavens Sacred Land owes me a blood debt from years past, and the tortures inflicted on me—” he continued, voice cutting like steel, “I will hang their high-and-mighty elders, holy sons, and patriarchs like dead dogs from the cliffs of Burial God Abyss. Every last bit, principal and interest, I will collect—bit by bloody bit!”
His murderous aura, as tangible as a blade, instantly vaporized the falling raindrops into white steam.
Yet, facing the surging, domineering pressure of Ye Xuan’s innate realm, Bai Ningbing—huddled in a pool of blood—showed no trace of fear.
Instead, she stared dazedly up at him. Watching his arrogant, unrivaled demeanor, her gaze grew incredibly tender, infatuated, even disturbingly proud and feverish.
“Nascent Soul realm... husband, you’ve already reached the Nascent Soul realm...”
Between violent coughs spitting blood mixed with organ fragments, she let out a deranged, sickly laugh.
Her voice, eerie and crazed, echoed in the silent night.
“I knew it... I knew it! Even if they ripped out your immortal bones, destroyed your energy sea, and cast you into the mud of the mortal world—you remain the most dazzling sun under heaven and earth!”
“No one can kill you! Those despicable cowards will only become stepping stones to your peak! You’ll grow stronger, more perfect—forever the god I, Bai Ningbing, look up to, life after life.”
This entire display of self-indulgent devotion and near-insane obsession earned not a shred of pity from Ye Xuan. Instead, it made him feel physically disgusted.
“Stop looking at me with those sickening eyes.”
Ye Xuan’s expression was as cold as ice.
“Clang!”
With a sword cry that shattered the nine heavens and rent the sky, the Heaven-Slashing Divine Sword was drawn!
A dark golden sword beam, like lightning tearing through the night, carrying an aura of endless destruction and doom, slashed across the void with inconceivable speed.
The next instant, this ancient, murderous blade came to a steady halt at Bai Ningbing’s slender throat.
The razor-sharp sword tip, bristling at its edge, didn’t even need to touch her to pierce her delicate skin, drawing a single bead of crimson blood.
“Since you refuse to tell me anything, and you’re just moping around here like some bitter, ignored wife, getting in my way—then get the hell back to your Nine Heavens Sacred Land!”
Ye Xuan’s gaze coldly swept over her cultivation, which, shattered by severe injuries and barely hanging on, reached only the peak of the Divine Transformation Stage.
The sneer on his lips widened without restraint, turning into the sharpest blade of cruelty:
“Look at you—so fragile, so self-righteous, like some pitiful damsel. A mere waste at the Divine Transformation Stage—what use do I have for you keeping you here? As dead weight?”
Caught off guard, Bai Ningbing was struck by the man she had given everything to love, who was now calling her trash without a shred of mercy.
Her frail body trembled violently, out of control.
Pain.
Ache like poison seeping into her marrow, a heartbreak that pierced to the core.
But still, she bit her bloodless lips stubbornly, lifting her stunningly beautiful but anguished face defiantly.
That pair of eyes, once as clear as autumn waters, were now veined with blood, as she screamed in despair:
“I am not trash! I fought like hell to break through the three lethal barriers of the sacred war vessel just to come see you!”
Not only did she not flinch from the divine sword pressed to her throat, but she clawed the ground with her hands and feet, crawling forward two desperate steps.
The peerless Sun-Slayer Sword instantly cut half an inch into her snowy neck.
Crimson blood, like a desolate red plum blossom, dripped along her slender collarbone, staining a large part of her white robe a terrifying red.
Yet, as if feeling no pain, she reached out her slender jade-like hand and grabbed the cold dark golden blade.
Even as the domineering sword aura trenched her palms to the bone, blood spurting wildly, she ignored it, crying out in a hoarse plea:
“This time, I was ready to cast aside my saintess identity, cast aside everything, and leave with you!”
“Husband, take me away! I beg you—let’s not go to the Burial Abyss for revenge. That place is a death trap! Let’s find a place where the Nine Heavens Sacred Land can never find us, and live anonymously, okay?”
“I’m willing to cripple all my cultivation, become a mortal from now on, and serve you my whole life. I’ll make your tea, pour your water, be your slave or your beast of burden—anything! As long as I can stay by your side, as long as you can live…”
“Live anonymously? Run away?”
Ye Xuan paused for a moment, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
Then, he threw back his head and laughed wildly at the churning black clouds overhead.
“Hahahaha!”
His laughter, like rolling thunder exploding among the clouds, sent the sea of clouds far below churning violently into towering waves.
The moment his laughter died away, the mockery in his eyes vanished, replaced by a fearsome ferocity.
“In Ye Xuan’s dictionary, from life to death, there has never been the word ‘run’!”
“And I’m tired of hearing your pathetic, self-indulgent little drama.”
Ye Xuan’s voice was as cold as the death knell tolling from the abyssal hell, cutting off the last thread of worldly love:
“I’m giving you one final chance now.”
“Either, leave now.”
From Ye Xuan’s body erupted a terrifying aura that severed all worldly desires and cut through every thread of karma!
The bone-chilling murderous intent transformed into corporeal chains of ice, instantly sealing Bai Ningbing’s primordial spirit.
Time itself seemed to freeze around them.
If she dared utter even half a word of refusal, the next second, this divine sword would unhesitatingly cleave through her head, annihilating her soul and consigning her to eternal obliteration.
“Either… die!”
There was not a trace of jest in Ye Xuan’s abyss-black pupils. No bluffing. No hesitation. Only absolute ruthlessness.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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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!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
