Behind Long Aoyun followed two rows of black-clad men, their overwhelming aura forcing everyone present to lower their heads slightly.
Such an intimidating presence!
An Yi’s gaze turned solemn as he locked eyes with Long Aoyun.
Since arriving in this world, this was the first time he had felt such crushing pressure!
The top-ranked expert on the Great Xia Heavenly Rankings truly lived up to his reputation.
In terms of strength, this man had far surpassed the limits of this world’s power level!
An Yi’s expression grew grave.
Most crucially, Long Aoyun’s Destiny Value was displayed as one hundred—
The maximum!
It was almost certain—another protagonist!
And this one was likely more troublesome than the others.
Long Aoyun glanced at An Yi.
Their eye contact lasted only an instant.
"In a world so lacking in spiritual energy, how could such a powerful human even exist?"
For once, Hongtian was serious, shaking his dog head in quiet amazement.
For some reason, this guy gave him a sense of kinship.
Long Aoyun’s arrival sent a chill through the entire assembly.
Clad in black, tall and imposing, his half-long dark hair framed eyes that were as sharp as blades yet deep as the cosmos.
Without facing him in person, it was impossible to imagine this suffocating pressure.
And it wasn’t just Long Aoyun—even his subordinates radiated an oppressive aura.
Especially the eyepatch-wearing muscleman at the front and the short, sinister-looking figure behind him.
Lin Chen narrowed his eyes and remarked coolly, "All at the Void Realm."
Indeed, all twelve members of the Divine Hall were Void Realm experts, and their cultivation was far from weak.
The two at the front exuded a presence no less intimidating than Han Bing’s!
The martial artists present trembled in silence. Against An Yi and the Enforcement Bureau, they had still dared to resist or stir trouble.
But facing the War God who stood at the pinnacle of Great Xia? Not a single one dared to act out of line.
"The conflict between Great Xia and the Hundred Ghosts Sect traces back three hundred years! How many of you can swear your sect hasn’t suffered at their hands?"
Long Aoyun stepped onto the assembly platform, looking down at the crowd.
His tone was calm, but the weight behind his words was undeniable.
Those with ulterior motives paled, their backs drenched in cold sweat.
Indeed, while outsiders might not know, these so-called elite martial artists were well aware.
The Hundred Ghosts Sect had always been Great Xia’s greatest threat.
Every sect here had, to some extent, been victimized by them.
The Four Demon Halls were merely the sect’s public face.
Having fought against Great Xia’s martial world for three centuries without falling, the Hundred Ghosts Sect’s true power was terrifying beyond measure.
And now, someone slays their leader, and suddenly it’s a crime against heaven and earth?
Long Aoyun’s gaze swept across them like a blade. "Where’s your courage when fighting among yourselves? As warriors of Great Xia, where’s your backbone? If the sky falls, I, Long Aoyun, will hold it up! What are you afraid of?"
His voice was domineering, brimming with arrogance. "I’m here to announce one thing—from today, Great Xia declares war on the Hundred Ghosts Sect! Anyone who disobeys… prepare your own coffin."
The crowd shuddered at his words, yet none dared to speak.
Long Aoyun, the Dragon Marshal of Great Xia—he absolutely meant it.
With that, Long Aoyun and his Divine Hall entourage departed.
Only after their black figures vanished did the hall remain deathly silent.
Heads bowed, not a soul uttered a word.
"Such spiritual pressure… Brother Yun seems even stronger now."
Master Yuanyi lifted his head, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Brother who?"
An Yi, standing nearby, pricked up his ears in confusion.
Master Yuanyi was over three hundred years old—who could he possibly call "brother"?
But all An Yi heard next was the old man’s snores.
"An existence I’ll never reach in this lifetime…"
Cangqiong Daoist sighed softly.
Hailed as a once-in-a-millennium prodigy since childhood, surpassing Master Yuanyi might still be within his grasp. But Long Aoyun? He didn’t even dare to dream.
Every Divine Hall leader began at the peak!
He couldn’t fathom how someone so young had cultivated to such heights.
Still, the mention of war with the Hundred Ghosts Sect reminded him of that bewitching serpent demoness.
His face weathered with melancholy, he sighed deeply and clapped a hand on An Yi’s shoulder. "Young friend An, I’ve heard you possess a pill that cures colds. Is it true?"
"A cold remedy? I don’t have—"
Wait, the third-ranked expert on the Heavenly Rankings, brought down by a mere cold? Ohhh—!
"Daoist, you—"
An Yi was stunned.
"You old rogue, how old are you?! Can your body even handle a Tiger Yang Pill?"
Ahem. "Seeing the Daoist unwell, I’ll gift you these three—no, five pills. One dose guarantees potent effects."
An Yi played along, discreetly slipping a vial into Cangqiong Daoist’s hand.
"Haha, young friend, your wisdom shines bright indeed!"
The Daoist beamed, reciprocating by handing An Yi a slip of paper.
Unfolding it, An Yi frowned at the string of numbers. "This is…"
Lottery numbers? A Daoist secret manual?
Coming from a top-three Heavenly Rankings expert, it had to be valuable!
The digits seemed to shimmer with an inexplicable profundity, as if infused with Daoist essence.
Cangqiong Daoist nodded sagely. "This is my disciple Xiao Xiao’s phone number!"
An Yi: "…"
In the Daoist Alliance, Xiao Xiao was hailed as heaven’s favored daughter, adored by countless.
Winning her affection was the ultimate dream of every toad in the alliance.
Thus, in the Daoist’s eyes, this punk would surely be overjoyed. Such a generous gift!
"Uh…"
An Yi forced a grin.
He already had her contact info—and it was she who had shoved it at him, leaving no room for refusal.
Cangqiong Daoist stroked his beard, smiling smugly at An Yi.
As if flaunting his magnanimity.
An Yi’s smile screamed internal curses.
One Tiger Yang Pill cost three hundred thousand. Five? Fifteen million!
A hundred-and-fifty-million-yuan pill, traded for a useless scrap of paper?!
Pah!
Shameless old con artist!
Give me back my 1.5 billion!
Long Aoyun came and went swiftly, but his presence left the unruly martial artists thoroughly cowed.
Han Bing was pleased. Smirking at the petrified crowd, he drawled, "As the War God declared, Great Xia’s martial artists stand against the Hundred Ghosts Sect! Those who wish to withdraw… we won’t stop you."
Withdraw?
How the hell could they?
The martial artists cursed inwardly.
They knew the Divine Hall’s methods—ruthlessly domineering, decisive in execution.
Why else would it reign as Great Xia’s strongest faction?
Even the Daoist Alliance, a coalition of major sects, paled in comparison.
At the assembly’s entrance, Lin Chen and Chen Bing exchanged glances.
"This meeting might be an opportunity for the Asura Gate," Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses and said solemnly.
Lin Chen nodded. "Mm."
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!"
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
