"Heavenly Thunder Technique! Impressive."
Ji Chen gazed at Lv Zheng across from him, his voice filled with admiration.
Lv Zheng lazily dug into his robes, his hair disheveled, his Taoist attire half-open, revealing his well-built muscles.
The two had exchanged over a hundred moves, yet neither could gain the upper hand.
Pulling out a thunder talisman from his sleeve, Lv Zheng chuckled lightly. "The top disciple of the Heavenly Dragon Temple’s Ji generation—truly not someone to underestimate."
Buddhist prayer beads shimmering with golden light, Ji Chen stepped forward, his handsome face calm and composed.
"You're no less impressive. Zhang Qianyu is hailed as the Alliance’s top genius, yet his strength pales in comparison to yours. And yet, I’ve never even heard your name before."
"Alliance disciples are known for their humility—we don’t chase fame. Well, except for that idiot Zhang Qianyu. It’s no surprise you haven’t heard of me."
Lv Zheng smiled faintly. "But when it comes to true geniuses, neither Zhang Qianyu nor I can claim the title. That girl… she’s the real monster."
Ji Chen’s fingers, which had been rolling his prayer beads, froze. His expression shifted slightly.
"There’s someone even stronger among the Alliance’s younger generation?"
Lv Zheng retrieved another thunder talisman from his sleeve, gripping it tightly.
His gaze turned sharp.
This monk’s strength was unfathomable. Though neither had gone all out in their earlier clash, Lv Zheng could already sense the terrifying power hidden within him.
Ji Chen looked toward the towering treetops and said leisurely, "We bear no grudge against each other. Why not head to the palace ahead together?"
Lv Zheng put away his talisman and raised an eyebrow. "Just don’t try anything shady."
Ji Chen grinned. "Of course not!"
Lv Zheng narrowed his eyes. "Really?"
"A monk does not lie."
Ji Chen spoke with an air of solemnity.
Atop the massive tree ahead stood a palace woven from interlocking branches.
A faint, bluish-purple silhouette flickered into existence.
Ji Chen and Lv Zheng tensed as soon as they noticed it.
A sandstorm raged!
Dust and debris blotted out the sky.
Amid the swirling tempest—
A nimble figure darted through the air as if flying, leaping between unseen footholds.
Below!
A towering sand giant, over twenty meters tall, roared as it charged forward.
Each thunderous step shook the earth, making the very space tremble.
The agile figure paused mid-air.
The winds parted the sand, revealing Chen Bing.
Adjusting his black-framed glasses, he smirked. "Interesting. Zhou Hong, the fifth-ranked expert on the Heavenly Rankings two centuries ago—the Thunderous Palm!"
The sand giant swung its massive hand at Chen Bing like it was swatting a fly.
Chen Bing remained motionless. A cold glint flashed across his glasses.
Without a sound—
The giant’s arm disintegrated mid-swing, its body collapsing into neatly sliced rubble.
At its core, a faint yellow light pulsed.
The surrounding sand surged, attempting to reform the giant’s shape.
Then—
A hand pierced through the layers of earth, seizing the glowing orb!
BOOM!
The reforming giant exploded into dust once more.
Chen Bing clutched the yellow orb, panting heavily, sweat beading on his forehead.
"The Earth Spirit’s Essence… So the ancient texts were right."
His lips curled into a smirk.
In his thousand-year cycle of reincarnation, he had once read records about the Hongtian Secret Realm.
He had prepared extensively for this very moment.
"Truly, heroes emerge from the young. Boy, I owe you one."
A white-haired elder with a youthful face approached leisurely.
Chen Bing’s expression darkened.
"Mei Santong!"
"Ranked 56th on the Heavenly Rankings!"
Mei Santong grinned eagerly.
He had arrived first and fought the sand giant for hundreds of rounds, but no matter how many times he shattered it, it would always regenerate. It had nearly cost him his life.
Now, Chen Bing had dealt the finishing blow—an immense favor.
With a kindly smile, Mei Santong said, "Hand it over, boy."
He could sense the overwhelming spiritual energy radiating from Chen Bing’s grasp.
This was no ordinary treasure!
And as for Chen Bing? Mei Santong didn’t even consider him a threat.
"The Hidden Dragon Rankings? Pah. That’s child’s play."
Even Jiang Cheng, the Azure Dragon of the Enforcement Bureau and the top-ranked on the Hidden Dragon list, was nothing more than a weakling far below him on the Heavenly Rankings.
Let alone Chen Bing, ranked ninth on the Hidden Dragon list.
He was arrogant—but he had the strength to back it up.
Chen Bing’s grip tightened. The Spirit Snake Sword at his waist silently slid into his hand.
In a direct fight, the outcome would be uncertain.
But now?
This old man was as good as dead.
Chen Bing’s lips curled into a cold smile as he glanced at the nearly invisible threads he had woven throughout the battlefield.
"Boy, was life not worth living?"
Mei Santong lunged forward, his palm strikes multiplying like a thousand-armed deity.
Chen Bing met him with his sword, his other hand subtly manipulating the threads.
SLASH!
After a fierce exchange, a thin red line appeared across Mei Santong’s neck.
His eyes widened in disbelief before his body crumpled to the ground.
From a distance, Zhang Fan witnessed the scene, his pupils contracting.
This bespectacled man was far more formidable than he had imagined.
Mei Santong—ranked 56th on the Heavenly Rankings—had fallen to him.
Chen Bing was drenched in sweat, gasping for air.
Clutching his chest where he had been struck, blood trickled from his lips.
"Skill: Eagle Eye!"
Far away, Zhang Fan’s eyes gleamed blue as he observed silently.
He tugged the chain in his hand.
At the other end, Xue Ruirui glared at him furiously, her teeth clenched.
The chain’s material was unknown, but she couldn’t break free.
Worse, most of her strength had been sealed, leaving her as powerless as an ordinary person.
Zhang Fan smirked cruelly. "Struggle, and you won’t live to see tomorrow."
Xue Ruirui bit her lip, fear flickering in her eyes.
This man was ruthless.
Three people had already died by his hand on this journey. She didn’t want to be the fourth.
Zhang Fan kept his eyes on Chen Bing, hesitation flickering in his gaze.
Chen Bing hadn’t escaped unscathed.
Mei Santong’s "Plum-Breaking Palm" was renowned for its devastating force. Only those within the top thirty of the Heavenly Rankings could withstand it.
Chen Bing had taken two direct hits.
Now, he was hunched over, coughing up blood—clearly in bad shape.
His victory over Mei Santong had been a fluke, thanks to those deadly threads.
But the price had been steep. This was the perfect moment to finish him off.
Watching the pale-faced Chen Bing meditating to recover, Zhang Fan’s expression darkened.
After a brief pause, his eyes hardened.
"Retreat!"
With that decision, he yanked the chain, pulling Xue Ruirui along. "We’re leaving."
Seated on the ground, Chen Bing cracked a smile as he sensed Zhang Fan’s departure.
"He didn’t take the bait."
No longer feigning injury, he stood up effortlessly. His earlier wounds had all been an act—a trap for the cunning Zhang Fan.
"The Earth Spirit’s Essence… Might as well absorb it here."
He raised his hand, spiritual energy swirling as he consumed the yellow orb.
"ARGH!"
Veins bulged on Chen Bing’s forehead as agony twisted his face.
And then—
The entire space began to crumble.
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?!
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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!
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?
