"It was you who destroyed the Wolf Fang Mercenary Group!"
Lin Chen's voice trembled as he spoke, his usually calm demeanor now overwhelmed by uncontrollable emotion.
Gray short hair, a silver ring.
This was the man who had ordered the massacre of the entire Wolf Fang Mercenary Group!
Familiar faces—Junzi, Old Fatty, and the others—flashed before his eyes one by one.
Lin Chen's eyes turned bloodshot, boiling with killing intent.
"They were all innocent people. From the very beginning, my target was only you."
Mikhael stared at Lin Chen, who was shaking with rage, and spoke leisurely.
He was already beyond saving, but he didn’t mind planting a seed of torment in Lin Chen’s heart, ensuring he would suffer for the rest of his life.
Blood trickled from Mikhael’s lips as a cruel grin twisted his face. "Lin Chen, you're the one who—"
Suddenly, a streak of black light flashed.
A combat dagger pierced straight through Mikhael’s throat.
Mikhael gurgled, struggling to utter incoherent words before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
Ding! Triggered—[Silent Kill]!
The system’s voice echoed in An Yi’s mind.
Mikhael, the Lord of Heaven, slain!
"You—"
Lin Chen turned to An Yi.
An Yi grinned faintly. "Sorry, but after fighting so hard, I wasn’t about to let you take the kill."
Lin Chen took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He glanced at the fallen figures around them and asked grimly, "How are they?"
As he spoke, his gaze landed on Lin Lan, and his heart sank. An indescribable panic surged within him.
He could sense it—Lin Lan’s life force was fading.
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Daxia, Yunzhou.
A young man stood silently, gripping a crimson longsword.
The icy wind howled, lifting the hem of his coat.
His overwhelming aura suppressed everyone present, freezing them in place.
"Warrior Long Aoyun, must you oppose the Ghost Carving Sect?"
A middle-aged man coughed up blood as he spoke defiantly.
Of the four guardians of the Ghost Carving Sect, two had already been wounded in a single exchange.
They were all peak Void Realm martial artists, yet even their combined strength was no match for Long Aoyun.
"Bring Nie Chengwen out. I’ll speak to him directly."
Long Aoyun’s voice was calm, his crimson blade shimmering with white light.
The guardians exchanged uneasy glances.
They had been on their way to reinforce Heaven’s assassins, only to be intercepted by Long Aoyun alone.
"Stand down. You’re no match for him."
A figure emerged from behind them—Nie Chengwen himself.
"Boss!"
The members of Ghost Carving bowed in reverence.
Long Aoyun’s relaxed expression turned grave as he tightened his grip on his sword.
"It’s been a while, Aoyun."
Nie Chengwen smiled faintly. "The last time we met was three hundred years ago, wasn’t it?"
"I’m not here to reminisce."
Long Aoyun’s tone was icy. "Stay out of Heaven’s affairs."
Nie Chengwen chuckled. "I doubt you’ll stop me. You must know that An Yi’s Asura Gate threatens your Divine Pantheon."
"Don’t try to provoke me."
Long Aoyun pointed his blade at Nie Chengwen and sneered. "My only task is to stop you."
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Heaven’s Headquarters.
Gunfire and the clashing of weapons filled the air, punctuated by explosions.
"Report! The Asura Gate has infiltrated the island!"
Inside the base, panicked assassins relayed the news.
On the surveillance screens—
A lanky young man wielding a massive black axe cleaved through the gates.
Behind him, a blood-soaked muscular man with a broadsword and a red-haired youth brandishing a spear charged in.
A sea of fighters followed—all organizations the Asura Gate had absorbed in Gangzhou.
16K, Rose Hall, Righteous Gate, Black Bamboo… Among them were several Void Realm experts, once-renowned underworld legends.
Eremiel’s beautiful face twisted with fury. "Hold the line! Everyone, hold the line!"
But her eyes were fixed on one woman in the footage.
Clad in sleek combat gear, her raven-black hair tied in a ponytail, her natural beauty outshone any makeup.
Eremiel recognized her—Shangguan Qianqian, the pop diva dominating Daxia’s music scene.
Is she the mastermind behind this assault?
"Report!"
A terrified assassin rushed in. "The Elephant Corps has attacked our rear!"
"The Elephant Corps?!"
Eremiel’s composure shattered.
The Asura Gate’s thousand-strong force was manageable, but the Elephant Corps was a global powerhouse.
Sandwiched between them, Heaven stood no chance.
And there was still no word from Raphael’s frontline team.
"Stay calm!"
Eremiel barked at her panicking subordinates before demanding, "Where is Lord Shaliel?"
The master strategist—Heaven’s true backbone.
A killer stammered, "Boss… Lord Shaliel… he fled!"
"Fled?!"
"Damn it!"
Eremiel collapsed into her chair, drained of all strength.
What could she do now?
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A secluded cove on the island.
A modest, unremarkable ship lay anchored by the shore.
Moonlight flickered over the waves crashing against the rocks.
A golden-haired man approached, eyeing the vessel with suspicion.
Heaven is finished. Staying means death—no way I’m going down with them.
"You really think you can escape?"
A figure stepped out from the ship, his glasses glinting under the moon.
"Who are you?!"
Shaliel’s ever-smiling eyes finally darkened with murderous intent.
"Asura Gate—Chen Bing."
The man adjusted his black-rimmed glasses. "I’ve been waiting for you."
"One question—how did you find this place?"
Shaliel’s voice was deceptively light.
This escape route was his best-kept secret. No one else should have known.
"I’ll pass."
Chen Bing flicked an almost invisible silver thread between his fingers.
In a past July cycle, he had once infiltrated Heaven, spending over three years as an SS-ranked assassin.
Those years had made him intimately familiar with Heaven’s terrain—including this hidden cove of Shaliel’s.
That discovery had abruptly ended his cycle, plunging him back into the wheel of rebirth.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
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...
