"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.
---
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."
---
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?
---
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.
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?!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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)
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."
