The appearance of Xiang Chun, the "Snake Dart," undoubtedly cast a heavy pressure over the scene.
Unlike the martial artists who had come before, Xiang Chun had already carved out a fearsome reputation years ago. Even among those at the Dark Force level, few could rival him.
Fu Changchun, the leader of the Surging Waves Palm Sect, wore a grave expression.
Xiang Chun’s strength surpassed his own.
Though this young man had decent skills, he was still too inexperienced—clearly no match for Xiang Chun.
Adding to that was Xiang Chun’s elusive stealth abilities. If he were to obtain the "Nine Dragon-Slaying Swords," no one would be able to take them back from him!
The yellow-robed beauty’s eyes darted around, her thoughts unreadable.
"Oh, so we’ve got a real expert here!"
An Yi grinned, though inwardly he was cursing up a storm.
Damn it, all he wanted was to crush some weaklings and complete that ridiculous "Tyrant" mission!
But now, he’d run into a tough nut to crack!
This guy was clearly not someone to be trifled with.
Things were getting tricky!
Xiang Chun clasped his fists and said coolly, "Snake Dart—Xiang Chun."
Nearby, the two monks, Long and Hu, cheered An Yi on half-heartedly.
"Brother Chen, maybe you should just give up."
"Yeah, losing to the Snake Dart isn’t shameful!"
"Getting turned into a pincushion wouldn’t look good on anyone."
"Right, not good at all."
The two bald monks bantered back and forth, making a vein bulge on An Yi’s forehead.
"I’ve heard of you—the Night Emperor!"
A dagger materialized in Xiang Chun’s hand as he added indifferently, "Compared to that sword technique, I’m actually more interested in you."
Night Emperor?!
The moment those words were spoken, the entire crowd was stunned.
The martial artists stared in disbelief at the shameless-looking young man, their expressions turning grave.
"He’s the Night Emperor who killed the Gourd Immortal?"
The Gourd Immortal had been a figure akin to a patriarch among the dark practitioners, a terror who had dominated the martial world with his overwhelming strength.
For over a century, his reign of brutality had made even infants cease their crying at the mere mention of his name.
Thus, when a lone warrior stormed the Gourd Immortal’s lair and slew him, the name "Night Emperor" shook the Great Xia overnight.
Yet who could have imagined that the legendary Night Emperor would be this young, this sleazy, this despicable?
Feeling the awed gazes of the crowd, An Yi unconsciously straightened his back, sensing something akin to "coolness" radiating from himself.
Who would’ve thought? His reputation as the Night Emperor actually carried weight!
"Night Emperor, since we both wield daggers, how about a little spar?"
Xiang Chun twirled his dagger, his eyes icy.
This was the killing intent unique to assassins—like a venomous serpent lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment.
"You’ve got the wrong guy. My name’s Lin Chen. The Night Emperor is dashing and powerful—how could I dare impersonate him?"
An Yi waved his hand modestly.
Hearing this, the martial artists collectively sighed in relief.
"See, I told you! The Night Emperor’s infamous—no way he’s some scrawny brat."
"Doesn’t look the part at all. Lin Chen? Sounds like some third-rate nobody."
At that moment, Xiang Chun moved like the wind, his dagger slashing horizontally.
"Whether you’re the Night Emperor or not, we’ll find out soon enough!"
An Yi gripped his combat dagger and charged forward without hesitation.
Clang!
The two blades collided, sparks flying.
"Not bad," Xiang Chun remarked casually.
Then, with his other hand, he thrust a hidden spike straight for An Yi’s eyes.
The move was vicious—so sudden that the onlookers gasped, their pupils contracting in shock.
Clang!
At the last possible second, An Yi summoned the Dragon Fang Dagger, blocking Xiang Chun’s sneak attack.
"If you don’t get serious, you’ll die."
Xiang Chun smirked, forcefully parrying An Yi’s strike and forcing both of them back a step.
An Yi now held twin daggers—one in a standard grip, the other reversed—his expression solemn.
After just two exchanges, his arms were already numb.
It was clear: this guy’s strength and speed far surpassed his own.
At the Dark Force level, Xiang Chun was likely among the very best.
Even the Dark Daoist he’d fought before would’ve been crushed in comparison!
"Fine. Then I’ll get serious too."
An Yi’s voice was calm.
At the same time, he allocated 100 points of Evil Power Value into strength and speed—the very foundations of combat prowess.
An Yi closed the distance, launching the first offensive.
Xiang Chun met him head-on.
But the moment their blades clashed, Xiang Chun’s expression flickered—this kid’s speed and power had suddenly skyrocketed.
"You were holding back earlier?"
"Still denying you’re the Night Emperor?" Xiang Chun said coldly.
His dagger lashed out relentlessly, targeting An Yi’s throat, heart, and other vital points.
Each strike was ruthless, his assault as relentless as tidal waves.
An Yi countered with his twin daggers, relying on razor-sharp reflexes to hold his ground, turning defense into offense.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The spectators held their breath, tension thick in the air.
The two moved so fast that only blurred afterimages and the sparks from their clashing blades were visible.
Fu Changchun watched, sweat beading on his forehead.
He couldn’t help but feel relieved he hadn’t stepped in earlier—this kid might’ve been more than he could handle.
Losing was one thing, but as the leader of the Surging Waves Palm Sect, being defeated by a twenty-year-old would’ve made it impossible to hold his head high in the martial world again.
As An Yi’s attacks grew fiercer, Xiang Chun’s expression darkened.
"Did this brat start training in the womb? How is he so skilled with daggers?"
The relentless back-and-forth pushed both of them to their limits, their vigilance at its peak.
Both men aimed for each other's vital points—a single strike would be fatal. Neither dared to be careless!
At that moment, Zhang Fan, who had been leaning against the wall playing with his dagger, revealed a sinister smile and quietly moved to ambush An Yi.
Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords!
This was the reward mission assigned by his Poison Master System—he had to complete it.
"Stop!"
Chen Bing's voice rang out behind Zhang Fan as his flexible Spirit Snake Sword appeared from his waist.
Zhang Fan turned his head and glanced at him coldly. "I advise you not to meddle in this."
Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses and said leisurely, "I don’t care who else you kill, but this kid’s life is off-limits."
"Tch!"
Zhang Fan shot Chen Bing a frigid glare but took no further action.
The bespectacled man seemed ordinary, yet Zhang Fan sensed an unsettling, terrifying aura from him.
Swoosh!
Finally, Xiang Chun made the first move, hurling his hidden spike like a dart straight at An Yi’s face.
An Yi reacted swiftly, swinging his dagger to unleash a Qi Slash!
The strike deflected Xiang Chun’s spike.
But then, Xiang Chun’s lips curled into a chilling smirk.
A serpent-shaped dart slid from his waist into his hand, and he launched it in one fluid motion!
"Watch out, bro! Xiang Chun’s a sneaky bastard who specializes in hidden weapons!"
Long noticed Xiang Chun’s suspicious movements and immediately shouted a warning.
Only then did An Yi realize something was off—Xiang Chun had been subtly reaching for his waist, probably preparing a dirty trick!
"Damn it!"
"What a disgrace!"
"We agreed on a dagger duel, and you resort to underhanded tricks like hidden weapons?!"
"Does your conscience even exist?!"
Furious, An Yi discreetly tucked away the steel needles he had prepared in his sleeve.
If his opponent was a hidden weapons expert, his own amateurish skills wouldn’t cut it.
In that case—
System, pour all my remaining Evil Power Value into [Hidden Weapons Mastery]!
In that split second, An Yi communicated with his system at lightning speed.
Ding! Congratulations, host! [Hidden Weapons Mastery] has reached Lv. 3, unlocking the skill [Heart-Seeker Finger]!
] [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!"
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!
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.
