"To hell with teaching!"
The burly man wielding a spiked club couldn't stand it any longer and charged forward with heavy steps.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The entire ship trembled under his weight.
An Yi narrowed his eyes, a hint of seriousness flashing across his face.
Another fourth-tier demon beast!
Fang Jueming stepped forward. "Master, leave this to me!"
"You're not his match yet." An Yi raised a hand to stop Fang Jueming.
A fourth-tier demon beast was nearly equivalent to a Void Realm expert.
With his refined fist techniques and newly mastered metal element, Fang Jueming was unmatched among those in the Transformation Realm. But facing a Void Realm opponent was still too much for him.
"Deal with the other beasts!"
As he spoke, An Yi gripped the Dragonfang Demon Sword and met the attack head-on.
Clang!
The spiked club collided with the sword, producing a sharp, grating sound.
Surprisingly, the burly man, who appeared far more imposing and savage, was forced back two steps.
"Impressive!"
An Yi smirked as the Dragonfang Demon Sword instantly shrank into a dagger. He closed the distance in a flash.
"Die!"
Sensing An Yi's movement, the burly man abruptly changed the trajectory of his club, swinging it down with brutal force.
Yet An Yi remained unfazed. He calmly extended two fingers.
"Idiot!"
The burly man poured all his strength into the strike, smashing the massive club downward—
Only for it to freeze mid-air.
Because An Yi, with his left hand behind his back, had used just two fingers to clamp onto one of the club's spikes.
"This… this isn’t possible!"
The burly man’s eyes bulged in disbelief.
How could two fingers stop such a devastating attack?!
An Yi smiled faintly.
"Sure, the system’s trash and shameless…"
"But at least it doesn’t skimp on skills!"
Take this Divine Finger technique, for example.
He’d tested it before—as long as the power gap wasn’t too wide, it worked wonders against weapon strikes.
Sure, blocking with the Dragonfang Demon Sword would’ve been just as effective…
But where’s the fun in that?
"I don’t believe it!"
The burly man roared.
His body suddenly swelled, transforming into a towering four-to-five-meter giant, his head morphing into an ugly hippopotamus-like visage.
The entire cruise ship tilted slightly under his weight.
"Well, damn!"
An Yi grinned at the colossal beast.
"Size manipulation?"
He loved dealing with slow, oversized opponents.
"Let’s see you block this!"
The hippo-giant stomped down with crushing force.
Boom!
The deck shattered, and the giant’s foot sank deep into the wood.
But An Yi was already gone.
"Missed!"
The hippo-giant’s expression twisted in alarm.
Then—a surge of lethal intent prickled at his back.
"Flame Infusion!"
An Yi’s fingers slid along the blade.
Instantly, the Dragonfang Demon Sword erupted in searing flames.
"First Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Farewell Sorrow!"
Gripping the sword with both hands, An Yi unleashed a crescent-shaped sword beam, sharp enough to cleave reality itself.
Each of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords had its strengths.
The Second Form, Dragon’s Fall, boasted the most devastating power after full charge.
The Third Form, Tempest, excelled in wide-range annihilation.
The Fourth Form, Thunderbolt, pierced through defenses like paper.
But the First Form, Farewell Sorrow, was special—it required minimal charge, consumed little energy, and still packed a punch!
Combined with Flame Infusion and the 150% damage boost from a Sneak Attack…
There was no way this guy could survive.
Especially since An Yi had aimed straight for the neck.
If the 50% Instant Kill triggered, death was guaranteed.
Feeling the terrifying aura behind him, the hippo-giant’s mind blanked with terror.
His foot was still stuck in the deck—no time to dodge.
He could only wait like a slab of meat on a chopping block.
I’m done for…
The thought barely formed before despair swallowed him.
Below, Hongtian’s eyes gleamed with hunger. Already in his giant wolf form, he watched eagerly.
If he devoured and refined this fourth-tier spirit core, he’d surpass An Yi in strength!
Clang!
A flaming feather shot through the air, intercepting the crescent sword beam.
The two forces collided mid-air, erupting in a deafening explosion that canceled each other out.
An Yi’s relaxed demeanor vanished. His gaze sharpened as he looked up.
Hovering above the cruise ship was a man with fiery red hair, a lip piercing, and an eerie, flamboyant aura. His black wings flapped lazily as he floated in place.
"What a terrifying sword technique… As expected of the Demon Gate’s leader."
The man grinned, revealing a row of sharp teeth.
The hippo-giant, now reverting to his chubby human form, stumbled forward and dropped to his knees in reverence.
"Your Highness! You’ve come!"
"Tieta, clean up the remaining trash."
Chi Xiao landed gracefully on the deck, his eyes locked onto An Yi. He licked his lips.
"This one… I’ll handle personally."
An Yi’s expression darkened.
That single feather had shattered his Farewell Sorrow strike.
This man’s strength was, at the very least, on par with his own—if not higher.
And that "Tieta" guy? A fourth-tier demon beast. Fang Jueming stood no chance.
Not to mention the swarming horde of a hundred second-tier beasts.
In an instant, the tides had turned.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets whizzed through the dim, cramped corridors, sparking as they ricocheted off metal walls.
Xue Ming scrambled desperately, Yan Zhi hot on his heels.
A silver whip lashed out like a striking viper.
"Damn it, give it a rest!"
Xue Ming glanced back and cursed under his breath.
He hadn’t expected to run into Yan Zhi inside the ship.
Ever since he killed Wang Dahai, the Law Enforcement Bureau’s stance had been clear—execute on sight.
What surprised him was Yan Zhi’s strength. She far surpassed Yang Tian and Wang Dahai. Hell, she might even rival Jiang Cheng.
But Xue Ming had one advantage—poison.
Clutching a small vial, he discreetly popped the cap open, a cold smirk twisting his lips.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.”
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."
