"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.
] [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!"
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
