The musketeer Kevin was dressed in the image of a Western cowboy, sitting lazily in the corner and looking at the big screen in the base indifferently.
Everyone present looked at him with extreme respect.
In terms of strength, Kevin could rank among the top five among the killers in the base!
Noticing that everyone was looking at him, Kevin pulled down the brim of his hat and explained indifferently.
The defective potion was like a stimulant. The user could briefly possess powerful strength, but the ability would fade over time, and it would also cause certain damage to the body.
The completed potion was different. Not only could one obtain the ability permanently, but it also imposed almost no burden on the human body.
All the killers present fell silent, and their faces turned gloomy.
You know, at the beginning, the reward from the Heaven Organization was to inherit Gabriel's seat and obtain a bottle of the completed potion!
This completed potion was specially tailored for the twelve leaders.
There were a total of twelve bottles!
However, Sadokiel, one of the twelve leaders, didn't have the completed potion and still relied on the defective potion to gain strength!
Then, could it be that the Heaven Organization was using us as guns?
A killer asked in a deep voice.
Kevin shook his head and said, "The probability is not high. Unless the Heaven Organization is suicidal, there are conservatively estimated to be four or five hundred killers coming for the potion this time.
But if they are really playing with everyone like dogs, the Heaven Organization won't be far from death!"
After hearing this, the others' expressions eased a little, and they continued to watch the battle.
By the way, Sadokiel is already very powerful, and now he has injected the potion. Will the Boss...
He will definitely lose. Alas, let's collect his body later.
Since we're all in Daxia, let's have a banquet in the way of the Daxia Kingdom. It's worth knowing each other.
The killers were talking.
They even chose a nice cemetery for An Yi.
At this time, An Yi didn't know that his battle had been broadcast live in the base.
Looking at Sadokiel across from him, who exuded a beastly aura, An Yi played with the red Soulless Dagger in his hand.
Obviously, he couldn't use the big - bearded man's mediocre moves to fight Sadokiel now.
Moreover, the broadsword was broken!
Whoosh!
Sadokiel rushed towards An Yi like the wind.
He was so fast that an ordinary person could only see a vague after - image.
Flame Step!
Flames rose from An Yi's feet, and he fought against Sadokiel at an extremely fast speed.
The Soulless Dagger clashed head - on with the blade of the scimitar!
Clang!
Sparks flew everywhere!
"This weapon is good!"
Sadokiel complimented, with terrifying red bloodshot eyes, looking like a beast exuding a terrifying aura.
"Thank you for the compliment!"
An Yi parried Sadokiel's scimitar.
His casual look became serious.
Recently, his strength had increased greatly. He originally thought he could toy with these so - called world - class top - notch experts.
But now it seemed that it wasn't that easy.
Returning Dragon Slash!
An Yi's Soulless Dagger turned into a clear light and stabbed at Sadokiel!
Unexpectedly, Sadokiel didn't mean to avoid it at all.
The scimitar in his hand still slashed at An Yi's abdomen without hesitation!
He wanted to fight head - on!
An Yi instantly understood his intention.
The Soulless Dagger turned into a sharp streamer and directly cut off one of his arms.
And Sadokiel's scimitar also split An Yi's body in half at the waist.
Blood spurted!
An Yi covered his half - cut waist and quickly tore his clothes to wrap it up, otherwise his wound would be exposed when it healed later.
This head - on confrontation amazed all the killers in the base.
As killers, most of them were experts in using daggers.
Naturally, they could see how amazing An Yi's Returning Dragon Slash was.
Sadokiel grinned and showed a smile, letting the blood gush out wildly from his arm.
Now that his arm was cut off, there would be a backlash when the potion's power dissipated later.
Moreover, this was the lair of the Rakshasa Organization.
Sadokiel was sure that he was doomed.
But before he died, if he could take this bald man named Ito Jiro down with him, his mission would be completed.
Looking at Sadokiel's determined look of death, An Yi also became serious for once.
This old uncle was fighting him with the belief of certain death.
Pitiful and lamentable!
An Yi waved his hand, and the ring turned into a black long sword in his hand.
Sadokiel held the scimitar with one hand, and his eyes were still venomous!
At this time, the power of the potion had reached its peak, and this was when he was the most powerful.
The first form of the Nine Swords of Dragon Slaying, "Parting Sorrow"!
An Yi swung the sword, and a huge crescent - shaped sword arc split from the sword body.
Sadokiel held the scimitar and wanted to resist!
But the terrifying killing intent on it made him not have the courage to resist at all.
He didn't hesitate and dodged instantly!
But the majestic sword energy still grazed his body, leaving a bloody mess on his back.
The sword momentum didn't decrease and split towards the woods behind!
A row of trees were cut evenly and fell down in a row, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Instantly, all the killers in the base were shocked.
Even Kevin, who was playing with the revolver, looked solemn.
The power of this sword was so terrifying!
Sadokiel's expression was serious, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. Then his pupils suddenly shrank.
Just at this time, there were blue - purple fine electric arcs lingering in the air!
The fourth form of the Nine Swords of Dragon Slaying, "Thunder"!
An Yi took a slight breath. Thunder lingered on the sword body, and his eyes became sharp.
Suddenly, his figure shot out like a bullet from a gun and rushed towards Sadokiel.
Clang!
Sadokiel raised the scimitar horizontally and blocked An Yi's sword tip with the blade.
An Yi was slightly surprised.
The thunder - wrapped Thunder Strike was actually blocked by Sadokiel!
This was the first time!
"Amazing!"
Sadokiel exclaimed, with a complex look in his eyes.
Perhaps, their era was coming to an end!
He knew very well that if this organization called Rakshasa continued to develop, it would pose a threat to the Heaven Organization!
Therefore, he came all the way to Daxia to nip this hidden danger in the bud.
But he didn't expect that even though he had taken it seriously, he still underestimated the opponent's strength.
An Yi stepped back. Sadokiel, who had taken the Thunder Strike head - on, had blood seeping from his arm, his blood vessels were bursting, and he could hardly hold the scimitar.
In the base.
The killers stopped talking after seeing this scene and were completely immersed in An Yi's strength.
They had good eyesight.
Now Sadokiel was at the end of his rope!
One person single - handedly overpowered one of the twelve leaders of the Heaven Organization!
Who could believe that the ordinary - looking bald and bearded man on the screen was such a powerful person!
An Yi drew his sword and said leisurely, "Blame yourself for choosing the wrong opponent."
The fifth form of the Nine Swords of Dragon Slaying, "Autumn Trace"!
Different from the previous four forms, the fifth sword was completely silent.
It was like the autumn leaves falling silently, extremely quiet, without a single ripple.
Sadokiel curled his lips into a faint smile. He couldn't even feel the pain from this sword.
But he was doomed.
The black sword blade had silently cut across his throat, and blood spurted out.
Thud!
Sadokiel fell to the ground.
"Rest in peace, Husky!"
An Yi sheathed his sword and said indifferently.
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.”
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?!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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."
