Under the mounting fury, Lin Chen's power surged to another level.
A fierce gale-force wind blasted toward Gabriel!
It forced him back relentlessly!
Gabriel smirked. Though isolated and without reinforcements, he remained composed.
He could see it clearly.
The brat who slew Chi Xiao was strong, but his body was already pushed to its limits—those exhausted eyes couldn’t lie. Right now, he was like a tiger with its fangs pulled, posing no real threat.
As for that little punk who took down the Iron Tower with his fists, he could barely even stand now.
That left Katies, who was currently fending off the remaining demon beasts and wouldn’t be free anytime soon.
As for Lin Chen? Honestly, Gabriel didn’t even consider him worth his attention.
Struggling just to withstand his attacks, holding on any longer would be nothing but a futile last stand.
"Rage will rob you of your clarity," Gabriel said coolly, swinging his serrated greatsword down.
Lin Chen didn’t dodge. The end of his Splinter Cloud Staff struck Gabriel’s chest.
The serrated blade left a gruesome wound across Lin Chen’s spine.
The Splinter Cloud Staff hit Gabriel’s torso, the force concentrated at its tip exploding outward, shredding his clothes and flesh to reveal a dense network of gears and mechanical structures beneath!
"A cyborg?!"
Lin Chen’s eyes turned icy.
That strike clearly hadn’t dealt Gabriel any critical damage.
Yet his own back had been slashed open, blood soaking his clothes until he was drenched in crimson, a horrifying sight.
"Old Lin!"
An Yi’s gaze sharpened, the Dragon Fang Demon Sword materializing in his hand as he prepared to charge forward.
"Stay back! I’ll handle him myself! No one interferes!" Lin Chen blocked An Yi’s path, his voice hoarse, his eyes locked on Gabriel with manic intensity.
"But—"
An Yi hesitated, then finally nodded. "It’s yours."
A surge of boiling white mist erupted from Lin Chen’s body.
"Oh? The Netherworld’s forbidden art—Seven Kill Fist!"
Gabriel’s careless expression finally turned serious.
He pulled a syringe from his coat and injected it into himself.
Instantly, his dark skin turned granite-like, his features twisting into something monstrous.
"Pity. The Four-Eyed Alligator Turtle serum is still incomplete."
Gabriel sighed faintly as he felt the terrifying surge of power within him.
"Still, even as a prototype, it grants a monstrous boost in strength."
Not to mention inheriting the Four-Eyed Alligator Turtle’s horrifying defense.
Lin Chen didn’t speak. After activating Seven Kill Fist, the pendant on his chest flashed, pouring an insane amount of power into his body.
His once-calm face contorted in agony, turning savage.
Hongtian sensed something and roared, "Kid, stop! You’ll die!"
He knew exactly what lay within that pendant.
"Die already!"
Gabriel’s eyes turned frenzied and cold after the injection.
A second pair of green eyes opened on his grotesque head, his back hunching as his body twisted further.
An Yi’s expression darkened.
"A prototype serum with a side effect of bestial transformation…"
At least the one he gave his disciple was the finished product.
Lin Chen’s eyes gleamed with an eerie green light, his skin splitting under the overwhelming force, blood seeping out.
He gripped the Splinter Cloud Staff, smashing it against Gabriel’s serrated greatsword before whipping the other staff toward his face.
"With your level of attack power, you can’t break my defense!"
Gabriel’s confidence was absolute.
He was already heavily defense-oriented, and the defensive capabilities of the four-eyed snapping turtle were downright terrifying! Combined, there were very few people in this world who could break through his defenses.
At that moment, a staff came swinging at him!
Thud!
Gabriel's face twisted in pain.
It hurts!
Thud!
Lin Chen deflected his serrated greatsword and struck again!
Gabriel's eyes darkened with malice as he blocked with one hand and slashed with his sword.
He was actually being suppressed by this kid!
The serrated greatsword came down—and stopped mid-air.
Ignoring the blade cutting into his palm, Lin Chen grabbed it barehanded, his icy gaze fixed emotionlessly on Gabriel.
"Let go!"
Gabriel finally felt fear and screamed.
Thud!
Lin Chen's staff smashed into his face again.
Cheekbone shattered, teeth sent flying.
Thud!
Another strike, and one of Gabriel's mechanical eyes exploded, releasing a wisp of smoke.
Thud!
The next blow destroyed his remaining organic eye.
Thud!
"Spare me—"
Gabriel couldn't take it anymore, pleading in agony.
Thud!
His face caved in, blood splattering as he fell silent, his grip on the greatsword loosening.
The sword clattered to the ground.
Gabriel, one of the Twelve Leaders of the Heaven Organization, an SSS-ranked assassin, had fallen!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The relentless sound of strikes echoed.
Lin Chen, gripping his Cloud-Splitting Staff, was driven by fury—he kept smashing down until Gabriel was reduced to a bloody, unrecognizable mess.
Clang!
His arms trembling, blood dripping, the twin T-shaped staves slipped from his grasp and hit the deck with a crisp ring.
Staring at Gabriel's corpse, Lin Chen's chest still burned with grief and rage. He let out a furious roar.
Thump.
As if all his strength had drained away, Lin Chen collapsed slowly.
"He'll live. Just exhausted," An Yi checked Lin Chen's pulse and sighed in relief.
Uncle Fu wiped his sweat and finally relaxed.
By then, Katies had taken down the last demon beast.
Hongtian scampered excitedly across the deck, digging out spirit cores and swallowing them whole.
Fang Jueming lay sprawled on the ground, too drained to move.
The sixth strike of the Flash Fist packed 7.6 times the power of a normal punch. If not for his newly mastered metal-attuned spiritual energy, his fists would’ve long since turned to mincemeat.
Hongtian licked his lips, trotting over to An Yi and whispering, "An Yi, there's something off about his jade pendant."
An Yi glanced at the dragon-shaped pendant around Lin Chen's neck and raised an eyebrow. "What about it?"
"Ever heard of dragon veins?" Hongtian's eyes gleamed.
An Yi paused. He hadn’t, but something about it felt vaguely familiar.
Hongtian explained, "The Great Xia has nine dragon veins governing the nation’s fate. But the one around his neck? That’s the tenth—a nearly depleted, sealed-away dragon vein. The power inside is terrifying!"
"Carrying a dragon vein with him?"
An Yi marveled silently.
Typical protagonist privilege.
No treasure in the world could compare to this sealed dragon vein. What kind of supreme being could even trap a withered spiritual vein inside a pendant?
Hongtian’s eyes brimmed with greed. "An Yi, if we kill him and take the pendant, we’re set for life—"
Suddenly, Hongtian felt his neck tighten—An Yi had yanked his soul chain, hoisting him up.
"Don’t even think about touching that pendant!" An Yi warned.
Hongtian flailed. "Why not?!"
To it, thousands of spirit cores were worthless compared to this dragon-shaped jade pendant.
It was certain—if given three years to refine the power within this pendant, its strength would not only return to its peak but even surpass it!
An Yi glanced at the unconscious Lin Chen and said coolly, "He's my subordinate. What I say goes."
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."
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
