An Yi arrived riding a dragon, instantly stunning everyone.
With an entrance like that, wasn’t it even more dramatic than Michael’s?
Following the blade of Li Shang, An Yi flicked his wrist mid-air, sending dozens of steel needles whistling through the wind toward Michael.
Michael, who had intended to strike down Lin Lan, was forced to halt and slash at the needles instead.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The steel needles were instantly melted by the light sword.
At that moment, An Yi leaped off the dragon’s back, activating Flame Step to descend rapidly through the air!
Second Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Dragon’s Descent!
A sudden surge of energy enveloped Michael, making his movements sluggish.
"What kind of trick is this?"
Michael wore an expression of disdain.
An Yi drew a heavy sword from his storage space and plummeted downward like a fiery meteor, streaking through the air.
"Are you insane?!"
Michael’s eyes turned cold.
Was this kid’s plan to kill both him and Lin Lan in one strike?
The overwhelming energy pressure made Michael’s gaze sharpen—he knew this strike was no joke.
If he blocked it head-on, he’d likely suffer minor injuries.
"Fine, have it your way. Let this woman die!"
In the blink of an eye, Michael’s expression darkened. He spread his six wings and instantly retreated, evading the force of Dragon’s Descent.
Seeing Michael dodge, An Yi curled his lips into a triumphant smirk.
Since Dragon’s Descent couldn’t be interrupted, he simply stowed the black heavy sword back into his storage space.
As he hurtled downward, he used Qi Control to alter his trajectory, ensuring he wouldn’t crush Lin Lan.
Boom!
An Yi, wreathed in flames, crashed into the ground like a meteor, blasting a massive crater.
Dirt surged! Debris flew!
The entire earth trembled, and a faint, bone-chilling crack echoed, making everyone’s teeth ache.
"Could anyone survive an impact that strong?"
All eyes were fixed on the crater, not daring to breathe.
One second, two seconds, three seconds…
"Brother-in-law?"
Lin Lan, standing closest, peered into the crater, her voice trembling.
No response.
"Dead?"
A shadow fell over the hearts of everyone from the Underworld.
This sudden, tragic reversal was something they’d likely spend their whole lives trying to forget.
Where was the majestic, handsome dragon-riding youth from moments ago?!
"Cough! Cough!"
Not long after, An Yi, covered in blood, struggled to rise from the crater, propping himself up shakily with the Dragonfang Demon Sword.
"I’m not dead!" he declared arrogantly.
The crowd:
"Damn you, lousy navigation!"
An Yi wiped blood from his lips and cursed.
"Who knew the road just… ended after a certain point?"
He’d been riding the white dragon aimlessly for a while. Luckily, Qin Yao had guided him, allowing him to finally locate Chunnan Island.
"Kid, you’ve got guts," Michael said with a faint smile.
"That impact just now was terrifying. Even if you didn’t die, you should be crippled."
"A stunt like that—only someone with no sense would attempt it."
"Not bad," An Yi replied, wiping blood from his forehead and flashing a fierce grin.
"But the result’s good. I saved Lin Lan from Michael’s grasp. Mission accomplished."
If Michael had taken his mother-in-law hostage or outright killed her, things would’ve been dire.
What seemed reckless had achieved the unexpected.
Thanks to the relentless regeneration of his Undying Warrior Body, An Yi’s injuries were already mostly healed. Now, he was more than ready for a fight.
"An Yi, leader of the Asura Gate. This is our first meeting, isn’t it?" Michael said leisurely, studying him.
An Yi raised an eyebrow. "Who the hell are you?"
Honestly, he’d only learned from Qin Yao that Chunnan Island was in danger—he had no clue about the specifics.
(Well, Qin Yao didn’t know either.)
"Michael, ruler of Heaven," Michael replied coolly, his gaze turning icy.
An Yi hefted the Dragonfang Demon Sword and grinned. "I don’t give a damn who you are!"
King Taishan, clutching his wounds, forced himself to stand. "Let me handle this. You’re worse off than I am."
An Yi: "..."
Michael moved swiftly, his body transforming into a streak of white light as he appeared behind King Taishan.
"So eager to die? I can send you on your way."
King Taishan’s hair stood on end, his eyes widening in horror.
But in his current state, dodging was impossible.
Clang!
The light sword came down—only to be blocked by a black longsword.
Michael’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the tattered but standing An Yi.
He hadn’t expected this kid to match his speed.
Swiish!
The light sword swept horizontally, deflecting An Yi’s counterattack.
Michael’s gaze lingered on An Yi’s sword.
His earlier strike hadn’t damaged it at all. Ordinary weapons usually couldn’t withstand the light sword’s power.
"Get out of the way," An Yi said lazily, then kicked King Taishan in the rear, sending him flying.
"Interesting."
Michael’s expression grew serious as he raised his light sword.
"As a mere mortal, do you really think you can oppose a god?"
With that, Michael attacked again.
His light sword danced, releasing powerful sword energy that filled the air with streaks of light.
An Yi matched his speed, flames coiling around his legs as he countered Michael’s assault.
Their clash!
The resulting shockwaves sent nearby assassins and Underworld fighters stumbling back several steps.
Light sword against demon sword—after several exchanges, neither seemed to gain the upper hand.
Clang!
Michael’s light sword suddenly flared, its blade extending several meters as he slashed at An Yi from a distance.
Unexpectedly, An Yi’s demon sword also lengthened in response, meeting the strike head-on.
The collision forced both combatants back two steps.
The Underworld fighters were stunned.
None had expected An Yi to hold his own against Michael in a direct confrontation.
Beads of sweat formed on An Yi’s forehead, his hands trembling from the impact, blood seeping from his palms.
He wasn’t as composed as he appeared.
Michael’s strength surpassed the Void Realm!
An Yi had once believed the Void Realm’s peak was this world’s ultimate limit. Yet this man’s power defied all expectations.
"You’re using the complete version of the serum?" An Yi mused, realization dawning.
Michael’s eyes narrowed. "What else do you know?"
"That explains it!"
An Yi understood now.
The serum had awakened Fang Jueming’s Gold Spirit Veins, while Michael had unlocked Light Spirit Veins.
This world cultivated energy, with the Void Realm as its pinnacle.
But spiritual cultivation was different. In An Yi’s original world, realms beyond the Void existed.
The so-called "complete serum" that broke through limits was merely the key to unlocking spirit veins.
Judging by Michael’s mastery, he’d awakened his spirit veins long ago.
Though this world’s spiritual energy was sparse, places like the Hongtian Secret Realm held dense concentrations. That Michael could cultivate here wasn’t entirely surprising.
Michael smirked arrogantly. "You guessed right. Ten years ago, I surpassed human limits. To mortals like you, I am a god!"
His reason for obsessively pursuing Boss Nie’s serum was simple—he wanted to destroy it.
He would never allow anyone to surpass him.
This world needed only one god!
"A god?" An Yi’s eyes gleamed dangerously. "I fucking hate people who call themselves gods."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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."
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
