Though it was just a slash across the short-haired man’s throat, it happened to strike a vital point—triggering the 50% instant-kill chance of a fatal throat wound. The short-haired man was undoubtedly done for, unless he had an extra life. Clearly, he wasn’t wearing a "revival armor."
An Yi let out a long sigh.
He was most certainly dead.
Struggling to recall, An Yi vaguely pieced things together.
The power of the Asura Gate was overwhelming!
Hunting them down individually would likely result in the Asura Gate picking them off one by one.
That’s why these assassins had formed this temporary alliance in the imperial capital—to pool their firepower and take down the Asura Gate in one decisive strike.
As for who would claim the final kill, that would depend on individual skill.
The one who had organized this alliance was none other than the short-haired man.
Thanks to his exceptional strength, he had been regarded as the interim leader by the others.
"The old boss is dead! Now, I’m the boss!"
An Yi, forced into this position, steeled himself and spoke up.
In an instant, the entire room fell silent.
"Damn, ruthless! The Whale Ninja got taken out just like that."
"Tsk tsk, the Six Great Shadow-Level Ninjas of the Ninja Alliance are now the Five Great Shadow-Level Ninjas."
The gazes of the assassins shifted toward An Yi, now filled with awe and fear.
Mikawa Nako, the Cherry Blossom Ninja, covered her face and silently wept.
An Yi:
He seemed to realize something.
That short-haired man had actually been from the Ninja Alliance of Izumo Country—meaning they were allies.
"Oh! Fck!"
"Bearded guy, how could you forget such crucial info? All you remembered was the Black Forest, huh?"
"Killing your own allies? I like it!"
A hooded young man stepped forward, speaking in heavily accented English with a smirk. "I, Kim Jung-ho, acknowledge you as the boss."
An Yi narrowed his eyes.
This guy was dangerous—at least at the Void Realm level. Judging by his appearance, he was most likely from Korea.
"Hehe! Following you doesn’t seem so bad."
A disheveled, wild-eyed old man in a white lab coat reeking of disinfectant grinned, revealing yellowed teeth.
Looking at the scruffy old man, An Yi immediately recalled a name.
Poison Master Bob!
Though not particularly strong in direct combat, he specialized in chemical poisons—a completely different approach from the likes of the Five Poisons Sect or the Tang Clan.
"The strong rule. You killed him, proving you’re stronger—more fit to lead!"
A man with a mechanical arm raised his beer mug in approval.
An Yi raised an eyebrow. Gene the Mechanical Hand! Another heavyweight.
"Count me in!"
"Haha, I like ruthless people!"
In an instant, over fifty assassins voiced their agreement.
To them, they were all just ninjas from Izumo Country—no deep bonds. As long as the leader was strong enough, it didn’t matter who took charge.
After all, this was just a temporary alliance, with the Asura Gate as their ultimate target.
An Yi scanned the room, cursing inwardly.
At first, he’d thought these were just ordinary assassins from Heaven’s Gate—nothing to fear.
Who’d have guessed they’d actually band together?
"Lucky we found out early!"
This group had plenty of ruthless figures. If they united, it’d be a real headache.
An Yi exhaled slowly, then flashed a grin and declared, "Everyone here knows that with our combined strength, taking down the Asura Gate is a given!"
"Of course!"
Kim Jung-ho flipped back his hood, flicking out a collapsible baton with a smirk. "Lin Chen’s head is mine!"
This group comprised elite assassins from all over the world.
United, a mere Asura Gate was nothing in their eyes.
An Yi nodded approvingly, then continued, "Then who is our primary enemy?"
"You’re saying… the enemy isn’t the Asura Gate?"
Gene the Mechanical Hand gripped his beer mug, puzzled.
"No! No! No!"
An Yi wagged a finger, emphasizing, "Have any of you considered this? The Asura Gate members are like sheep in a pen—they’re right there, ready to be slaughtered whenever we please. So what should we really be wary of?"
Kim Jung-ho stopped spinning his baton, pondering. "The wolves outside the pen?"
"Bingo!"
An Yi grinned. "Exactly! The sheep are limited, but the ones eyeing them aren’t just us—there are also the wolves lurking beyond!"
"The Asura Gate isn’t gathered in one place. They’re scattered, with assassins swarming every location. No matter how careful they are, they’ll slip up eventually."
"But what if someone else takes out an Asura Gate member first? What was the point of us forming this alliance then?"
"What’re you getting at?"
Poison Master Bob bared his yellowed teeth in a grin.
An Yi flung a dagger, embedding it into the ground. "Simple. The sheep are ours! We’ll slaughter them when we choose!"
"But don’t forget—aside from the Twelve Leaders, who get pure-grade serum, killing any Asura Gate member earns you a diluted version!"
"I’m sure many of you are here for that. Are you really willing to let outsiders snatch it away?"
"Those lone wolves trying to scavenge scraps—they are our real competition. Eliminating them is our top priority!"
Kim Jung-ho’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he licked his lips. "You’re saying we wipe out the small fry first, leaving us to hunt down every Asura Gate member?"
"Precisely!"
An Yi bared his teeth in a chilling smile.
"Brutal!"
Gene crushed his beer mug, face flushed with exhilaration.
Poison Master Bob frowned. "Then how do we divide the spoils among ourselves?"
"By skill and luck!"
An Yi said leisurely. "But there’s one rule: whoever kills An Yi earns the Leader qualification. We’ll control the points ourselves to ensure more of us get a shot at the diluted serum!"
Hearing this, even the hesitant ones grew restless.
If they hunted alone, the strongest would likely rack up multiple kills, hoarding points and securing a spot among the Heaven’s Gate Twelve Leaders with ease.
Meanwhile, most wouldn’t even get a taste.
But if they eliminated the outsiders and let these fifty-plus assassins take down the Asura Gate together…
The one who killed An Yi would earn the Leader status.
After all, no matter how many points you had, you could only exchange them for one pure serum.
The rest? Over a dozen could still bag a kill and walk away with a diluted version.
Meaning many of them would have a shot at the serum!
In an instant, their hearts burned with fervor.
"A toast to the new boss!"
"Cheers!"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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?"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
