The Pinnacle of Transformation!
Jiang Cheng's pupils contracted as he stared at Xue Ming in disbelief.
Who could have imagined that this unassuming Poison Prince actually possessed strength at the pinnacle of the Transformation Realm!
"Well, shall we continue?"
Xue Ming's deep green hair partially obscured his eyes as he revealed an eerie smile.
Yang Tian, with one arm severed, could only grip his greatsword with his remaining hand, his face still twisted with fury and killing intent.
After consuming the enhancement drug, Xue Ming's power had surged to the pinnacle of the Transformation Realm.
Meanwhile, Yang Tian was only at the early stage of Transformation, and with the injuries inflicted by Bai Xiu, he stood no chance against Xue Ming.
A reckless fight now would mean certain death!
Xue Ming lunged forward, his short blade slicing toward Yang Tian's neck.
But the blade never landed.
A silver whip coiled around Xue Ming's arm, stopping him mid-strike.
"One of the Four Guardians—Vermilion Bird?"
Xue Ming's gaze turned icy as he fixed his eyes on Yan Zhi.
Among the Four Guardians of the Enforcement Bureau, Yan Zhi was arguably the least conspicuous.
Before the selection for the Four Guardians had even begun, Jiang Cheng had already claimed the top spot on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.
Meanwhile, Yang Tian and Wang Dahai had also built some reputation through their missions.
But Yan Zhi was different—she emerged abruptly, seemingly out of nowhere, and secured the Vermilion Bird seat overnight.
Sensing the power coiled in the silver whip, Xue Ming's eyes trailed over Yan Zhi's alluring figure before he chuckled.
"Impressive. Who knew the Vermilion Bird wasn’t just a beauty but also a master of the whip?"
"Filthy mouth!"
Yan Zhi lashed the whip toward Xue Ming's face.
The two clashed—and to everyone’s astonishment, Yan Zhi gained the upper hand!
Zhang Fan tugged on the chain, his lips curling into a sinister grin as he turned to Xue Ruirui.
"Let’s go. Your senior brother can’t even save himself, let alone you."
Just then, a chilling aura surged behind him.
Zhang Fan dodged instantly—but not fast enough.
A sword slashed into his shoulder!
"Can’t cut through?"
An Yi, who had appeared behind Zhang Fan in a flash, was stunned. His Dragonfang Demonblade, despite the 150% damage bonus from a sneak attack, couldn’t cleave deeper.
Gritting his teeth, Zhang Fan spun around and parried with his dagger, forcing An Yi’s sword aside.
"It’s you!"
Zhang Fan’s eyes burned with malice as he glared at An Yi.
An Yi twirled his sword lazily. "Color me impressed. You’re actually unbreakable."
There was no mercy in An Yi’s heart—if given the chance, he would kill Zhang Fan without hesitation.
And Zhang Fan felt the same.
"Hello there, Miss AA."
An Yi grinned at Xue Ruirui.
Zhang Fan scoffed, glancing at the wound on his shoulder. "Seems your sword still lacks refinement."
"Swish!"
Another flash of steel!
A deep gash split open across Zhang Fan’s chest, blood gushing out.
An Yi flicked the blood off his blade, smirking. "If it lacks refinement, then I’ll just have to strike more."
Though his dark spiritual energy was nearly depleted, An Yi’s strength had surged after being nurtured by Shangguan Qianqian’s cauldron.
Zhang Fan was no match for him now.
"Interesting. Can’t kill you, huh?"
An Yi’s lips curled into a cold smile as he raised the Demonblade again.
"Slash!"
One strike after another!
His eyes icy, An Yi unleashed a relentless barrage of slashes.
Zhang Fan’s dagger couldn’t even keep up—his defenses were utterly overwhelmed.
"Thud!"
With the final strike, Zhang Fan collapsed to his knees.
His clothes were in tatters, his body crisscrossed with bleeding wounds.
"Ding! Skill [Silent Execution] triggered!"
An Yi sheathed his sword.
In that brief exchange, he had struck Zhang Fan’s throat twice.
With a 50% activation rate, the second slash had sealed his fate.
"You… you can’t kill me…"
Zhang Fan’s eyes widened in disbelief as he felt his life slipping away.
After his body’s modification by the system, his throat shouldn’t have been a weak point—so why was he dying?
"Thump!"
Zhang Fan collapsed, his eyes glazing over.
Xue Ruirui couldn’t bear to watch, closing her eyes in sorrow.
"Snap!"
With his last ounce of strength, Zhang Fan flicked his fingers.
The shackle around Xue Ruirui’s neck loosened and clattered to the ground.
Staring at the fallen restraint, Xue Ruirui was lost in thought.
Had he… spared her in the end?
For some reason, grief welled up in her heart.
Then, her beautiful eyes froze.
She wasn’t mistaken.
Zhang Fan’s pinky finger—supposedly lifeless—had just twitched.
"Finally dealt with."
An Yi exhaled in relief.
Though Zhang Fan was also a Chosen One, he was more like a villain—ruthless, cruel, bloodthirsty, and unscrupulous.
The only way to deal with such a man was to kill him.
"Ding! Chosen One [Zhang Fan] slain!"
"Ding! Reward obtained: Evil Power Value +100! [Soul Shackles] ×1!"
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
"Seriously? Killing Chosen Ones gives rewards now?"
Meanwhile, Xue Ming, unable to defeat Yan Zhi, retreated and fled without hesitation.
"Don’t you dare run!"
Yan Zhi fumed, but she knew she couldn’t stop him if he was determined to escape.
"Didn’t expect you to step in."
Chen Bing approached, glancing at Zhang Fan’s corpse with indifference.
Having lived through a thousand-year cycle, he had witnessed firsthand how vile and brutal this man could be.
This death was long overdue.
An Yi picked up the fallen chain.
"Ding! Item [Soul Shackles] obtained!"
An Yi: "..."
He had no words for how shameless this damn system was.
[Soul Shackles]
Consumable (1/2 uses remaining)
Effect: Commands the bound by suppressing their soul.
An Yi sighed.
Useless.
In this world, who could he possibly imprison with this?
He wasn’t running a harem.
"Are you hurt?"
Shangguan Qianqian’s voice carried concern.
Among those present, only she knew that the one who had battled the Colossal Beast in the sky was An Yi.
Now, his clothes were torn, his appearance ragged.
An Yi grinned. "Relax. Do I look like I’m in trouble?"
"Let’s go. This hall is about to collapse."
Bai Xiu’s dead-fish eyes stared solemnly.
The moment those words left his mouth, the faces of every martial artist present turned green as they scrambled for the exit.
The group rushed out of the grand hall.
They stood outside, staring at the massive structure… but after a long wait, it showed no signs of crumbling.
Under their collective gaze, Bai Xiu coughed awkwardly.
"According to the usual plot, it should’ve collapsed. Something must’ve gone wrong."
"Foolish humans!"
The Colossal Beast lumbered past the hall, its single remaining eye filled with disdain.
Su Xue’er pointed excitedly. "What a cute doggy!"
"One-eyed, pitch-black, and ugly—where’s the cuteness?!"
"One-eyed black dog?"
An Yi turned at the mention.
The Colossal Beast’s fur stood on end in terror!
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?!
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.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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."
