At that moment, An Yi finished gathering his power!
The black-gold heavy sword was enveloped in a brilliant azure spiritual light!
In this instant, the Fire Old Demon felt his very soul tremble.
An Yi charged forward, sword in hand!
The Fire Old Demon had no power to resist. Struck by the blade, the bone saber he had nourished for a hundred years shattered!
A shocking azure spiritual light erupted. The shockwave from the sword's radiance swept through, forcing back many nearby Fire Ghost Sect disciples.
By now, after his swing, An Yi's figure had already appeared behind the Fire Old Demon, slowly sheathing his sword.
Thud!
The Fire Old Demon's hunched figure, battered by the powerful sword force, was already in tatters.
His chest had been cleaved halfway through by the heavy sword, his heart pierced!
Having roamed the immortal sects for over a hundred years, the Fire Ghost Sect's Grand Elder, the infamous evil cultivator Fire Old Demon, had fallen!
On the other side.
Blood dripped from the tip of Bai Xiu's spear.
On the ground lay a tattered, hole-riddled folding fan.
The Heavenly Demon Sect's Elder Xu was dead!
Thus, the top experts of the four great sects had all been slain!
Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords, Third Form: Wind Chaos!
An Yi drew his long sword.
It transformed into a sky-full of sword energy. The martial artists below were enveloped, directly sliced into mincemeat—an utterly horrifying scene.
Bai Xiu was heavily injured. After killing Elder Xu, he was already at the end of his strength.
Yet still, no one dared approach!
Every flick of his spear tip claimed another martial artist's life.
Xiao Yike was undoubtedly killing the most fiercely.
Influenced by the bloodlust, the more injured he became, the stronger his power!
By now, he had charged deep into the crowd, his broadsword swinging madly.
Kim Jung-ho, the Crippled Wolf, was not slow either.
But he specifically sought out powerful experts to fight!
Elsewhere, Gu Changfeng, Ning Er, Tu Langlang, and numerous Asura Gate and Green Kite Pavilion martial artists joined the fray together!
The remaining martial artists were utterly routed, their faces filled with terror, having already lost the will to fight.
Even their sect leaders and elders had been easily killed.
What were they, mere underlings, worth?
Run!
Some martial artists stopped fighting, desperately fleeing down the mountain from the Green Kite Pavilion.
An Yi stopped, watching the fleeing martial artists, and calmly issued the order: "Let not a single one escape!"
"Yes!" the crowd answered in unison.
A faint glimmer of dawn appeared in the eastern sky. The stars in the west receded, and the silver moon had faded to a blur.
The sky turned the color of a fish's belly as a red sun rose slowly.
The sounds of distant slaughter gradually ceased as time passed.
In the dense forest.
Ning Haotian ran in panic, his expression frantic.
The Heavenly Demon Sect had eight elders in total; five had died in this one battle!
Without strong experts to support it, what difference would there be between the future Heavenly Demon Sect and those third-rate minor sects?
He had to escape. If he died too, the Heavenly Demon Sect would simply disband.
"Ning Haotian, where do you think you're running!"
Ning Er intercepted his path, holding a broadsword, his killing intent palpable as he stepped towards him.
Ning Haotian stopped and said coldly, "What do you want?"
Ning Er's eyes were bloodshot. "Tell me, was it you who killed father?"
"What if it was?" Ning Haotian replied coldly.
He knew that although his affair with Zhang Rou'er was secret, his foolish younger brother was aware of it.
Anyone with a bit of sense would clearly understand that he was the mastermind behind the scenes, so he simply stopped hiding it.
At this moment, Ning Er looked as if struck by lightning, staggering back two steps. His eyes filled with red veins, his voice hoarse: "So... it really was you!"
Ning Haotian: "..."
"You beast worse than pigs or dogs! Are you even fit to be human?!"
Ning Er stepped forward, the aura around him steadily rising.
Ning Haotian was terrified, stammering, "Y-you... what are you doing?! I'm your own brother! Stop, stop it—"
Sslash!
Blood splattered!
Ning Er sheathed his blade and said coldly, "Go. Don't let me see you again."
With that, Ning Er strode away without looking back.
No matter how heinous this person's crimes, he was still his own brother. Ning Er couldn't bring himself to kill him.
Ning Haotian stared blankly, looking up at the sky, a miserable smile appearing on his face.
Go?
His idiot brother had just chopped off both his arms and legs. How was he supposed to go?
In front of the Green Kite Pavilion's mountain gate lay the miserable aftermath of the battle.
Fortunately, they had held off the attack, preventing the flames of war from reaching the sect's interior.
"Hisss! That hurts like hell, you wretched woman! Do you even know how to bandage?!"
Xiao Yike roared with a furious expression.
Wu Susu's face darkened. Gritting her teeth, she continued wrapping the bandage around Xiao Yike's arm.
During the battle, the more injured Xiao Yike got, the more ferocious he became. No one could stop him.
The consequence was that he was the most severely wounded!
There wasn't a patch of good skin left on his body.
"Wretched woman, be gentler!"
Xiao Yike grimaced and shouted.
Wu Susu clenched her fist and hit him on the head: "Who are you calling a wretched woman?!"
"Hisss, you dare hit me?!"
"I'm hitting you exactly!"
After a tussle, Wu Susu finally subdued Xiao Yike, binding him with bandages into a mummy.
It was also fortunate this guy was heavily injured, otherwise she might not have been able to subdue him!
Wu Susu sighed. She wasn't interested in muscular men; she preferred delicate, handsome young men.
Of course, if they were very vigorous in that aspect, perhaps muscular men could be considered too.
"Had enough?"
Wu Susu patted her hands triumphantly, not caring if he was a patient or not.
Xiao Yike had already switched to his other personality, appearing delicate and shy, stammering, "Y-yes, m-miss... c-could you loosen it a bit? I-it's too tight."
Wu Susu: "..."
What's wrong with this guy?!
On the other side, Guoguo was clumsily bandaging Tu Langlang.
Her technique was awkward, yet she stubbornly refused to let anyone else bandage Tu Langlang.
As a result, Tu Langlang's head was wrapped in layer upon layer of bandages, eventually covering even his two horns. From a distance, he looked like an Arab.
After finishing, Guoguo breathed a sigh of relief and happily patted Tu Langlang's head lightly: "There, absolutely perfect!"
Tu Langlang felt a bit dizzy. His face was slightly red. This little girl was bandaging him head-on, standing rather close.
So, he kept inadvertently experiencing the tender softness of her budding youth.
"I... I only had a scratch on my forehead. Was it necessary to wrap this much?" Tu Langlang asked curiously.
Guoguo blushed: "O-of course it was necessary!"
Not far away, Gu Changfeng gritted his teeth, glaring fiercely at Tu Langlang, tears almost welling up in his eyes.
His girl in the bloom of youth!
She'd been snatched away!
"Stop staring. That's my future sister-in-law!"
Tu Yiyi poked Gu Changfeng's forehead, saying cheerfully.
She was naturally happy that her blockhead of an older brother had someone who liked him!
Over at Kim Jung-ho's side, the one treating him was Wang Yue.
"Young man, this physique is truly not bad! Back at the Joyful Red Pavilion, I rarely encountered one like you!"
Wang Yue gazed intently at Kim Jung-ho, her eyes like silk, her delicate body leaning closer and closer to him.
"These broad shoulders are just like the 38th customer I welcomed."
"Tsk tsk, these hands are so beautiful, exactly the same as my 275th customer's!"
"These eyes, they're like my 300th—"
Kim Jung-ho chuckled happily, repeatedly saying: "Thank you!"
He was Korean. His everyday Chinese for communication was okay, but Wang Yue was speaking with the accent of the immortal sect world, slightly different from the secular world. He didn't quite understand, but he knew she was complimenting him.
Moreover, the young lady tending to his wounds was noticeably more beautiful than the others, which only added to his delight. He was utterly oblivious to anything being amiss.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
