Yo, the second-in-command of the Asura Sect, Death God Lin Chen!
Raphael gripped his long blade tightly, his eyes locked on the young man standing before him—far too young, yet exuding a deadly aura.
A cruel smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.
He didn’t know much about Lin Chen, only that he was someone he couldn’t look down on.
But judging from the fact that Lin Chen just blocked his strike, his strength was no joke!
Lin Chen, leave this to me. You’re no match for him.
King Qinguang struggled to stand, his voice low and heavy.
Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth as he coughed violently.
Over the years, though he and Lin Lan appeared to be at odds on the surface, in truth, he had always treated the house lord Lin Lan like his own sister.
Naturally, he regarded Lin Chen as his own flesh and blood.
If Lin Chen died at Raphael’s hands, he wouldn’t have the face to face Lin Lan in the afterlife.
Still so full of pride, huh? Can you even stand?
Lin Chen retorted mercilessly.
It wasn’t an empty taunt—King Qinguang’s internal injuries were severe, and just managing to stand was already a struggle. Fighting on was out of the question.
Wang Baiyu, King Qinguang leaves you in charge. Don’t let me down.
Lin Chen said, looking toward a young man of similar age among the crowd from the Underworld.
Wang Baiyu had grown up alongside him, enduring ten grueling years of the Underworld’s merciless devilish training together.
Su Xue’er was also from their cohort.
Wang Baiyu helped King Qinguang to his feet, then looked at Lin Chen with a grave expression.
Don’t try to be a hero, you idiot. You haven’t changed a bit in seven or eight years—still so infuriating.
Dying at Raphael’s hands would be well deserved. How on earth did Su Xue’er end up liking this guy?
Surveying the battlefield littered with corpses, Lin Chen’s gaze turned icy cold.
The Shaliel surprise attack was executed with utmost caution, leaving no trace—by the time they learned of the plan, it was already too late.
Luckily, they arrived just in time. Otherwise, the entire Underworld would have been wiped out.
Vulture, Hornet, you two take down Lin Chen. I’ll finish off King Qinguang.
Raphael brandished his long blade, his voice cold and menacing.
Compared to Lin Chen, it was King Qinguang’s head that was the real prize.
Slash!
Before the two Heaven assassins could even get close—
They were engulfed in a fierce gale, blood spraying everywhere as they collapsed simultaneously.
Raphael’s eyes narrowed as he prepared to strike King Qinguang.
Looks like they’re not up to the task.
Lin Chen’s hand summoned a swirling azure gale as he spoke calmly.
The entire Underworld’s warriors were left dumbfounded by the scene.
Those were two SS-ranked assassins—Vulture and Hornet—renowned worldwide.
And they were just wiped out in an instant!
Is this really Lin Chen?
Wang Baiyu was stunned.
Once upon a time, this guy couldn’t even master basic energy techniques, and now he was effortlessly slaughtering SS-ranked assassins and facing off alone against Raphael, the top Heaven expert.
And what about him? He was hailed as the Underworld’s greatest prodigy, content to linger under King Qinguang’s shadow.
In retrospect, he was nothing but a frog in a well.
Unknowingly, the one he had always looked down on—the kid with little strength but a knack for messing with his mind—had become someone he could barely hope to catch.
Good. Kid, you’ve just made me angry.
Raphael’s gaze darkened, coldly locking onto Lin Chen.
Zhoushan.
The King of Hell was wounded in the waist, but his eyes still burned brightly, and the long staff in his hand radiated a terrifying aura.
Kirupa and his two companions dared not make a rash move.
Scoundrels, resorting to a sneak attack.
The King of Hell glared at the three of them in fury.
His two soul captors were the strongest among them, but now one was dead and the other injured, lacking the strength to continue fighting.
Now he was wounded as well, facing three opponents alone—it was indeed a tough situation.
A sly smile curled at the corner of Arye’s mouth as he said cheerfully, “We are assassins; sneak attacks are our specialty. Facing multiple enemies alone is nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I can handle it myself!”
Armor Demon said coldly, twisting his neck, his face filled with murderous intent as he stared at the King of Hell.
Kirupa hefted his greatsword and laughed, “Let’s go together. Shaliel is already preparing the victory banquet.”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
High above in the sky, a black dot slowly descended.
Whether from the Underworld or Heaven, everyone was stunned.
It was a helicopter!
More than a dozen warriors jumped out of the cabin.
And there was one person who was thrown out.
“Yo, yo, yo, the final battle’s already halfway through—are we late?”
“The boss has been hiding in vain; the fight’s already half over.”
A group of diverse figures strode into the battle circle.
Neither the warriors of the Underworld nor those of Heaven could help but give way.
These were all infamous assassins.
Leading the charge was a cowboy—gunslinger Kevin.
Behind him, wielding a three-section staff, was the ruthless Kim Jung-ho.
Kirupa and the others’ expressions shifted slightly.
The Asura Sect!
Among them, Kevin and Kim Jung-ho were the strongest.
But the one who truly made him feel pressured was the kid who had been thrown from the helicopter.
That guy was the strongest!
This was an instinct honed from thirty years of bitter fighting—an instinct that never failed.
The King of Hell raised an eyebrow, showing a look of surprise.
“Are these people from the Asura Sect?”
“What a restless sleep—my waist aches all over.”
Bai Xiu opened his eyes, frowned, stretched his shoulders, and stood up from the beach.
Qin Shan, holding a cannon hammer, picked his nose and said, “Dachao threw him.”
Liu Dachao, furious, leapt up and delivered an iron palm strike to Qin Shan’s chest, “You’re talking nonsense!”
Kim Jung-ho looked at Bai Xiu and said in somewhat clumsy Daxia language, “Boss Bai, how shall we divide the spoils?”
Bai Xiu somehow pulled out two short guns and combined them into a long spear.
“Whatever works. They only have three strong guys anyway.”
His still-sleepy eyes fixed on Kirupa and his two companions, he said calmly, “Let’s all go in together.”
Qiushan Island.
“This guy really is tough; we two don’t even need to get involved,”
Kamel said, looking at the bound King of Equality with disdain curling his lips.
King of Equality was the weakest, usually handling internal affairs of the Underworld—she was easily beaten by Kamel alone.
Metatron looked at the Underworld warriors, whose eyes revealed panic, and a cold-blooded smile crept across his heavily wrinkled face: “Slaughter all the remaining warriors.”
The assassins of Heaven prepared to strike.
At that moment, a huge figure suddenly leapt from the calm sea.
A majestic beast, looking neither like a wolf nor a dog, stirred crystalline waves as it jumped out of the water.
Behind it, there seemed to be a handsome young man with his fists wrapped in bandages.
“One beast for each of us,”
Fang Jueming spoke up.
Hongtian wore a defiant, unruly expression and said arrogantly, "I'm not even human, so I'll leave everything to you."
Fang Jueming:
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!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
