"Hey, protect Mu Xuan!"
An Yi said calmly as the ring in his hand transformed into a sleek black longsword. He charged toward the third floor.
Mu Qingyi snapped coldly, "Who are you calling 'hey'?"
How disrespectful! And this man actually wanted to be her disciple's partner?!
"Alright, Master, let's get to the car first! It's dangerous here!"
Shen Muxuan sighed helplessly, grabbing Mu Qingyi's hand and following the crowd out.
Watching An Yi wield his sword and fight off several attackers, Mu Qingyi gave Shen Muxuan a strange look. "Is this how you two live every day?"
"Occasionally... well, not that often, really."
Shen Muxuan forced a smile.
Mu Qingyi glanced at An Yi's figure and remarked flatly, "He's pretty good at fighting."
"Right?!"
Shen Muxuan grinned proudly.
Mu Qingyi rolled her eyes. "I wasn’t complimenting him! What kind of security can a man who only knows violence offer?"
Shen Muxuan: "..."
A shooting at Yida Plaza was no small matter.
But with the opening of the Hongtian Secret Realm, the entire Great Xia nation had been swept into a frenzy over the battle for tokens—chaos reigned.
The law enforcement bureau was already overwhelmed and couldn’t spare the manpower for a place like Jiangbei City.
An Yi swung his demonic sword, sending out air blades that struck down the black-clad gunmen hiding in the shadows.
He casually collected their firearms, his expression icy.
These were just ordinary martial artists—no real threat.
"Found him! The Night Emperor is here!"
Below the mall, a short man in a bomber jacket raised a crossbow, aiming at An Yi and preparing to pull the trigger.
Bang!
A bullet shot through the air.
The bomber-jacket man collapsed, a bullet hole between his brows.
An Yi blew the smoke off his gun.
"Guns really are handy."
Unless you’ve reached the Dark Force level, there’s no surviving one.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
An Yi fired a blind volley downward.
He’d never trained in marksmanship, but his mastery of hidden weapons had reached Lv3—his accuracy was terrifying.
A pistol only needed aiming and a trigger pull; in some ways, it was easier than handling hidden weapons.
The gunfire had already scattered the crowd.
The vast Yida Plaza was now eerily empty.
An Yi frowned as he spotted figures moving against the fleeing crowd below.
"So many people after the tokens..."
Without hesitation, he dashed upward, shattering a glass panel with a kick and stepping out onto the sixth-floor ledge.
"These people are insane."
Gripping his demonic sword, An Yi climbed outside, sighing.
Stairs and elevators were no longer an option—people were swarming from all directions. The only way was up.
With two tokens on him and his exposure at an all-time high, he was now a target for factions across the nation.
In other words, he was a walking piece of "Tang Monk meat"—every demon and monster wanted a bite.
An Yi pondered. His strength alone wasn’t enough.
Should he call Lin Chen over?
Nah, that’d be a bad move between brothers.
Better just head to his place directly.
Wham!
A manhole cover shot toward him like a projectile.
Clang!
It embedded itself into the wall beside An Yi’s head.
An Yi gulped, cold sweat dripping.
If he hadn’t turned at that exact moment, his head would’ve been gone.
"Who the hell threw a manhole cover?!"
He glared furiously downward.
"Your grandpa—Hong Shan, the King of Strength!"
Below the plaza, a 400-pound behemoth with spiked hair grinned savagely, flexing his iron gauntlets.
Then, he grabbed a nearby lamppost, snapped it off with his bare hands, and hurled it like a javelin.
An Yi dodged, his gaze turning cold.
This guy was aiming to kill.
Heh. Things just got more interesting.
Scanning the growing crowd of attackers, An Yi smirked.
Fighting them one by one would exhaust him.
But if he could make an example of one, the rest might back off. And this fat bastard was perfect.
Hong Shan, the King of Strength—ranked 27th on the Hidden Dragon List.
Killing him would shoot his own ranking way up.
Hong Shan tore off a car door with his iron grip and flung it like a giant shuriken at An Yi.
An Yi swung his demonic sword, cleaving the door midair.
"Come down here, coward! I’ll hit you eventually!"
Hong Shan laughed maniacally, ripping off a tire and hurling it next.
An Yi’s demonic sword shrank back into a ring as he summoned a massive, ancient greatsword—its weight staggering even for his current strength.
"You want death? Fine, I’ll oblige."
From the sixth floor of Yida Plaza, An Yi leaped down, wreathed in blazing flames.
A streak of crimson light, he plummeted like a meteor.
"Dragonfall—Second Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords!"
Hong Shan’s face paled.
An indescribable terror gripped his heart.
How could a kid ranked outside the top 50 on the Hidden Dragon List possess such monstrous power?!
He tried to flee.
But his massive body couldn’t move fast enough.
Trapped, Hong Shan let out a primal roar and raised his iron fists.
"I’ll take you with me!"
Boom!
The impact shook the earth.
A massive crater exploded open in the plaza’s open space, flipping nearby cars like toys.
At its center lay Hong Shan’s colossal corpse.
Hidden martial artists watching gasped, throats dry.
Was this really the work of a twenty-year-old?
Dark Force level?
No… perhaps even Transcendent Force!
The thought sent chills down their spines.
They knew better than to provoke a Transcendent expert.
Many wondered—had the King of Strength survived?
Ranked 27th on the Hidden Dragon List, he was the strongest among them.
Thud.
Heavy footsteps echoed.
An Yi emerged from the crater, battered but alive, dragging a bloodstained greatsword.
His handsome face, dust-streaked and fierce, radiated killing intent—his aura suffocating.
Hong Shan didn’t follow.
The outcome was clear.
The infamous King of Strength had fallen.
Ranked 27th, obliterated in one strike.
That single sword swing cowed every would-be attacker eyeing his tokens.
The Hongtian Secret Realm was valuable, but opposing this man meant death.
An Yi scanned the crowd and roared, "Who’s next?!"
Silence.
One by one, the martial artists retreated.
The Night Emperor—An Yi of the Asura Gate—was far more terrifying than they’d imagined.
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!
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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!
