Xue Ming was furious, absolutely livid!
When Xue Yuanyuan had contacted him earlier, saying she had seized the token, his heart had swelled with excitement.
But who would have thought that this airheaded junior sister would immediately hand the hard-won token over to An Yi?
The rage boiling in his chest twisted his face into something grotesque.
Standing beside Xue Ming, his twin sister Xue Ruirui sneered coldly, "Traitorous wretch! Look at what you've done!"
She was indeed furious!
Their clan had pledged allegiance to the Five Poisons Sect, and it was only through generations of their ancestors' blood and sacrifice that they had been granted the Xue surname.
Yet her own flesh and blood had betrayed the sect!
Xue Yuanyuan was on the verge of tears, protesting weakly, "Sis, it's not what you think!"
An Yi shouted loudly, "Don't worry, girl! Even if you're not a perfect ten, since you've chosen to follow me, I'll take care of you! I won't abandon you!"
"Shut up!" Xue Yuanyuan snapped, her eyes brimming with tears of frustration.
Lin Chen raised an eyebrow, considering pulling out his phone to record the scene, but hesitated and decided against it.
The atmosphere wasn’t right.
The moment the token of the Hongtian Secret Realm fell into An Yi’s hands, he became the target of everyone’s hostility.
Dozens of pairs of eyes, gleaming with greed, locked onto him.
An Yi said coolly, "Interesting. You all think you can bully the three of us?"
Xue Yuanyuan’s chest heaved with anger as she ground her teeth. "Who’s with you?!"
The gazes of the crowd turned dangerous.
They had been chasing this token all night, and now that it was in An Yi’s grasp, they weren’t about to let it go.
An Yi dangled the token, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"Wasn’t interested in this thing before. But now I am!"
"Hand it over if you know what’s good for you!" Old Mo drew a blade from his waist.
It was made of wood!
Pink Gentleman Xiao Han flicked open his folding fan, adopting an offensive stance.
Wild Goose Spear Bai Ye said lazily, "Surrender it, and I’ll spare your life."
Xue Ming, the young master of the Five Poisons Sect, remained silent, his expression dark.
Unlike the others, he knew An Yi’s true strength.
It was better to wait and let others fight first—then reap the rewards.
An Yi chuckled. "It’s just a token. Don’t tell me none of you have one already?"
His words made Xue Ming and the others stiffen.
Among the four of them—Xue Ming, Bai Ye, and Xiao Han—all possessed tokens. Only Old Mo, the penniless fool, didn’t.
The atmosphere grew tense and unpredictable.
An Yi wasn’t the only one with a token, but the others weren’t easy targets either.
Pink Gentleman Xiao Han smirked wickedly. "So what if we do? We still want yours!"
Shing!
A longsword materialized in An Yi’s hand.
He slashed out in one fluid motion!
A flash of sword light!
The martial artists stared in shock as, behind them, a building marked for demolition was cleanly split in half by the strike.
"Was that… sword energy?"
An Yi smirked coldly. "If you still want to fight, come at me."
Pink Gentleman Xiao Han froze, touching the shallow cut on his cheek from the air blade. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
He’s strong!
That single move cowed the restless crowd.
In terms of strength, this kid was no weaker than the others. If everyone had tokens, why pick the toughest fight?
None of them were pushovers.
An Yi said indifferently, "If no one’s coming, then I’ll be taking this token."
Seeing the hesitation in the crowd, An Yi grinned arrogantly. "Old Lin, Yuanyuan, let’s go!"
"Who’s going with you?!" Xue Yuanyuan fumed.
"An Yi! Where do you think you’re going?!"
From the alley behind them, a muscular young man wrapped in white bandages emerged, dragging a massive blade behind him. He advanced step by step.
"The freak from the Yin-Yang Sect?" Xue Ming muttered under his breath, frowning.
The newcomer was none other than Xiao Yike, the Yin-Yang Demon Prodigy!
His bloodshot eyes locked onto An Yi, his breath coming in ragged, angry bursts.
"I’ve never met someone as shameless as you! Going on and on about how you ‘weren’t interested,’ then swiping my token!"
The moment those words left his mouth, the crowd’s gazes turned hostile again.
This kid had two tokens?!
Damn it!
An Yi clenched his fists, his eyebrow twitching.
One token was manageable—his strength could keep the crowd in check.
But two? That doubled their greed.
This was trouble.
Whoosh!
The martial artists closed in, surrounding An Yi, Lin Chen, and Xue Yuanyuan.
Xue Yuanyuan paled, looking desperately toward Xue Ming.
But Xue Ming ignored her, his eyes cold as he watched the spectacle unfold.
"An Yi, you—"
Xiao Yike took two steps forward, his massive blade raised.
Then, suddenly, the redness in his eyes faded. His bulging muscles shrank, his frame becoming leaner, his entire demeanor shifting.
"Boss! I’ll protect you!"
Xiao Yike brandished a short blade, positioning himself in front of An Yi as he glared at the encircling martial artists. "You’ll have to get through me first!"
"Go to hell!" An Yi kicked him away, sending him face-first into the dirt.
"Two-faced bastard!"
He hated people like that the most.
"Just remember to give me one of the tokens," Lin Chen said calmly, gripping his Lieyun Staff in a battle-ready stance.
An Yi chuckled. "No problem."
Old Mo struck first.
His body blurred into a shadow as his wooden blade slashed toward An Yi.
Clang!
Xiao Yike parried with his short blade, stepping forward to block the attack. "An Yi is my boss! You’re not touching him!"
Old Mo sneered. "Since when did you become his dog?"
Then, Xiao Yike’s eyes turned bloodshot again as he roared, "Yeah! When the hell did I become his dog?! Why am I protecting him?!"
Old Mo: "..."
This guy’s insane. Let’s take him out first.
Clang!
Old Mo’s lightning-fast slash was intercepted by a massive blade.
Xiao Yike, eyes crimson, snarled, "You dare attack me?! You’ve got a death wish!"
Old Mo’s attack seemed to be the signal—the martial artists surged forward.
Lin Chen raised a hand, and an invisible barrier of air held them back.
"What the—?! Why can’t we move?!"
"What kind of trick is this?!"
The martial artists felt an immense weight pressing down on them, as if something was crushing them from above.
An Yi’s lips twitched as he watched.
Same air manipulation technique, but why does he make it look so flashy?
Bang!
A gunshot rang out in the darkness!
A bullet struck true, blowing apart a martial artist’s skull.
The crowd froze in shock.
Bang!
Another shot.
A second martial artist dropped dead, his head obliterated.
Lin Chen’s brow furrowed as he glanced into the distance.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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."
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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
