The decisive battle between Heaven and the Underworld shocked the world, drawing the attention of numerous factions and organizations.
Both were assassin syndicates that had competed for over a century, engaging in constant covert and overt struggles. But an all-out war? This was the first time.
Sssshhhhk!
A long blade whistled through the air, leaving a narrow, razor-thin scar in its wake.
Several martial artists clad in Underworld attire were cleaved in half at the waist.
Blood spread across the entire island.
Corpses littered the ground, covering every inch.
There was no escape.
Slaugh, gripping his massive European-style greatsword, revealed a cruel smile.
As an assassin, only in slaughter could one awaken their bloodthirsty instincts.
In just ten minutes, this island—occupied by the Underworld for a century—had turned into a living hell.
Bones piled high, rivers of blood flowing.
"Lord Slaugh, the Underworld forces on this island have been wiped out."
An S-rank assassin, hefting a heavy rifle, blew on the still-smoking barrel and spoke casually.
Slaugh wrapped a cloth strip around a wound on his arm, his expression disdainful.
"Pathetic. The so-called King of the Five Offices of the Ten Palaces was nothing more than this."
Not far from Slaugh, on a jagged reef, lay a martial artist in a crimson cape. His chest had been split open, entrails spilling onto the blood-soaked ground.
"Songchong Island has fallen."
Heaven Organization Headquarters.
An Yi, staring at the ever-calm Shaliel, smirked and asked, "Why did Slaugh launch a surprise attack on Songchong Island? What’s going on?"
Earlier that day, one of the Underworld’s islands had been overrun.
The perpetrator? Slaugh himself.
An Yi never expected Songchong Island to fall so quickly.
"Hah, didn’t see that coming, did you? This operation had to be kept secret—no fanfare. It was all part of the plan."
Shaliel smiled warmly, running his fingers through his golden hair, his grin growing increasingly sinister.
"Since we’ve decided to move against the Underworld, the bigger the spectacle, the better. The King of the Five Offices is the weakest among the Ten Palaces. He was the perfect first target."
A cold glint flickered deep in An Yi’s eyes.
He had thought that by infiltrating the highest ranks of leadership, he could control the direction of the entire Heaven Organization.
Yet, even a major operation like the ambush on Songchong Island had been kept from him.
"Lord Shaliel’s wisdom is unparalleled. This sudden strike must have left the Underworld reeling."
An Yi smoothly laid on the flattery.
Shaliel chuckled. "Now that you’re one of the Twelve Seats, we’re equals. No need to call me ‘Lord’ anymore."
"Gratitude is not so easily forgotten. How could Luke ever disregard your kindness?"
An Yi replied casually.
Shaliel’s emerald eyes gleamed as he grinned. "Impressive. I thought a cold-blooded loner like you would stay arrogant forever. Didn’t expect you to actually feel gratitude."
Hearing this, An Yi narrowed his eyes.
Something was off about his persona.
"Luke repays debts and grudges alike. I’ll remember Shaliel’s favor, but if we ever become enemies, I won’t hold back."
An Yi spoke leisurely.
In his mind, the memories of "Ghostface Luke" were filled with the urge to pummel this perpetually smiling, Apollo-like pretty boy to death.
"Tch. I thought you’d changed."
Shaliel remained unfazed, smiling faintly. "The Underworld’s Lord, Lin Lan, has gone missing. But if I’m not mistaken, he’s likely on Huiming Island."
Huiming Island was the Underworld’s second-largest stronghold after their main headquarters.
Guarded by the foremost of the Ten Kings of Hell—King Qinguang—it was teeming with Ghost Enforcers and Ghost Generals, making it an impregnable fortress.
An Yi nodded. "Then it’ll probably be the last target."
Shaliel’s smile widened. "No. To crush the enemy, strike their leader first. I’ve already sent Raphael to Huiming Island. Getting that guy to move wasn’t easy."
An Yi’s expression shifted imperceptibly.
He had thought there was still time, but this scheming bastard had already deployed Raphael.
"Kamel, Ariel, and Eremiel have also been dispatched."
Shaliel gazed at An Yi and added leisurely, "Gabriel, your mission is next."
A chill ran down An Yi’s spine, but his lips curled into a grin. "Hah! My axe has been itching to taste blood."
Shaliel truly lived up to his reputation as Heaven’s strategist.
Every assignment, every deployment, every ambush—meticulously planned.
"You’ll head to King Biancheng’s Chunnan Island. While you’re at it, take King Zhuanlun and King Songdi’s territories too." Shaliel smiled.
"Didn’t King Biancheng and the others already die?"
An Yi feigned confusion.
This was intel he’d only learned after infiltrating Heaven’s upper echelons.
The Underworld had suffered internal strife—King Chujiang, leading King Biancheng, King Songdi, and King Zhuanlun in a coup, had fallen into a trap set by Lord Lin Lan. They were sealed in the main hall and obliterated by spirit-fire explosives.
"Without their leaders, those three islands are in disarray. No need to waste our Twelve Chiefs’ efforts."
Shaliel’s tone was light. "I don’t fight battles I can’t win. Sending you to round up these headless chickens is the most efficient move. To annihilate the Underworld, we must act swiftly."
An Yi’s heart sank.
Had he not overheard Shaliel’s plans today, the man might have succeeded.
The Underworld’s Ten Kings of Hell were already outmatched by Heaven’s Twelve Chiefs. With four kings lost to infighting, they stood no chance against Heaven’s lightning-fast assault.
"But if all our forces are deployed, what about Heaven’s defenses?"
An Yi suddenly spotted a flaw.
A plan to "relieve the besieged by attacking the home base" formed in his mind.
Shaliel chuckled. "That’s where I come in. I never take unnecessary risks. Every soldier in Heaven has been mobilized."
An Yi: "..."
He’d almost forgotten—this guy’s strength was second only to Raphael.
From Ghostface Luke’s memories, Shaliel would never recklessly leave their headquarters vulnerable.
And if he recalled correctly, the man had also struck a deal with the Ghost Carvers.
This was going to be tough.
"Old Lin, Huiming Island—the sooner the better. Raphael has already launched his attack."
An Yi’s voice was icy.
Qin Yao was with Lin Lan. If nothing went wrong, they were both on Huiming Island right now.
Lin Chen’s eyes turned frigid, energy surging around him.
He hadn’t expected Heaven to strike so swiftly, moving straight for Huiming Island to confront King Qinguang, the Underworld’s strongest.
Raphael’s power was terrifying—he was Heaven’s top combatant. King Qinguang, meanwhile, was the Underworld’s mightiest warrior.
No one could predict the outcome of their clash.
But Shaliel wouldn’t send Raphael unless he was certain of victory.
The result was obvious.
If he and Lin Chen arrived in time, they might still avert disaster.
"No. You go to Chunnan Island."
Lin Chen forced himself to stay calm as he spoke.
An Yi frowned. "Why?"
Lin Chen steadied his breathing and said firmly, "Knowing that woman, the chances of her being on Huiming Island are slim."
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!
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?"
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.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
