Below, numerous martial artists gazed up at the three figures in the sky, their emotions growing agitated.
Perhaps, there was a chance to fight!
Bai Chenshan, clutching his wound, forced himself to stand, looking upwards as he murmured softly.
It's up to you.
Shangguan Qianqian noticed An Yi and the others, slowly sheathing her sword, silently praying in her heart.
Compared to these three, her strength was ultimately still somewhat lacking.
Forcing her way into the fight now would only hold them back.
Three streams of light shimmered.
A fierce killing intent also surfaced in Xing Yunjun's blood-red eyes!
He sensed unprecedented danger!
Let's go!
An Yi said, taking the lead to attack.
A narrow, crescent-moon-shaped black sword aura slashed towards Xing Yunjun.
Sensing the danger of the attack, Xing Yunjun instinctively chose to dodge rather than take it head-on.
At that moment, an invisible pressure bound him!
Xing Yunjun's body was utterly unable to move, forced to watch helplessly as the black crescent blade shot towards him!
Sssshhh!
Blood sprayed as Xing Yunjun was struck, his long hair whipping wildly as he let out a piercing roar.
Lin Chen's Aerokinesis technique couldn't hold him either, forcibly broken!
However, at that moment, lightning flashed, and Bai Xiu's spear tip had already quietly thrust towards Xing Yunjun's throat.
Clang!
The spear tip was caught bare-handed by Xing Yunjun, and right then.
The middle section of the long spear separated, becoming two short spears.
Bai Xiu, holding a spear in his left hand, his body crackling with lightning, moved as if teleporting, instantly closing in on Xing Yunjun.
The short spear wreathed in blue-purple light pierced through Xing Yunjun's chest in an instant!
Well done, Old Bai!
An Yi was about to praise him when his expression shifted slightly.
The wound on Xing Yunjun's chest, just pierced through, was slowly healing!
What the hell!
At that moment, the massive air blade Lin Chen had been gathering long ago!
Like a scythe cleaving down from the heavens, carrying terrifying force, it slashed towards Xing Yunjun.
Clang!
Xing Yunjun clapped his hands together, catching the invisible air blade bare-handed, and let out a roar.
The air blade shattered, transforming into countless scattered air blades flying in all directions!
Everyone, get back!
Shangguan Qianqian raised a massive water-attribute spiritual barrier, ordering the crowd to retreat.
The battle before them was no longer something ordinary martial artists could participate in.
Otherwise, they could easily get caught in the crossfire, suffering collateral damage.
Lin Chen clenched his fist, the air vibrating.
Air Burst!
Xing Yunjun's skin rippled, but was then suppressed.
Wind Blade Tornado!
Lin Chen changed techniques, dozens of blade auras swirling around his body, converging at his fingertips to form a spinning tornado that surged forward rapidly.
Xing Yunjun roared, a powerful white light enveloping his body, clashing head-on with the wind blade tornado.
Right then, lightning balls swirling around his hands, Bai Xiu's figure flickered several times, arriving right in front of Xing Yunjun, and smashed them out!
Fighting two people at once, Xing Yunjun's white-light-wreathed arm blocked Bai Xiu's lightning balls!
Crackle!
Fifth Form: Autumn Trace!
Somehow, An Yi's figure had soundlessly appeared behind Xing Yunjun, executing a horizontal slash.
A sword mark appeared on Xing Yunjun's neck.
Seal the Throat! 50% instant death chance!
A smirk curled at the corner of An Yi's mouth as he waited for the system's judgment.
The soundless Autumn Trace, paired with the Seal the Throat passive!
Using this, An Yi had no idea how many people he'd taken down!
A trace of relief also appeared in Lin Chen's eyes.
Without a doubt, among the three of them, An Yi, with his Rampage state doubling his power, was undoubtedly the strongest!
He and Bai Xiu drawing the attacks were all to create an opportunity for An Yi's sure-kill strike!
After sheathing his sword, An Yi's expression turned grave.
Dammit, the system didn't chime!
Which meant the throat wasn't his weakness!
Roar!
In that instant, Xing Yunjun was thoroughly enraged, letting out a heart-rending roar.
With one hand, he condensed a light sword and, with extreme speed, pierced through An Yi's chest!
An Yi!
Boss!
Countless cries of shock rang out.
Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords, Fourth Form: Thunderbolt!
Unable to dodge, a fierce glint flashed in An Yi's eyes as he decided to trade injury for injury.
The Dragon Fang Demon Sword wreathed in purple lightning arcs transformed into a sharp thrust, stabbing towards Xing Yunjun's waist!
Then, a horizontal slash!
Blood sprayed!
Xing Yunjun's waist was forcibly sliced open by An Yi.
After Rampaging, An Yi's overall attributes were boosted to double, even if not quite matching Xing Yunjun, he wasn't someone to be easily dealt with.
Lightning Chains!
Bai Xiu's lightning formed chain-like bindings, restraining Xing Yunjun.
The light sword dissipated, allowing An Yi to struggle free.
Blood spilled out as if it cost nothing, but under the effect of his Immortal Warrior Body, it continuously healed.
Roar!
Xing Yunjun struggled desperately.
But Bai Xiu held on desperately, his body shaking, blood vessels in his arms rupturing, blood flying, yet he never let go.
The chance is here!
Lin Chen took a deep breath, his gaze sharp, black energy swirling around his arm.
Wind Eruption!
A cyan wind force transformed into a black dragon's shadow, madly surging forward, descending from the sky!
This time, Lin Chen had used almost all his power; the Wind Eruption he unleashed was terrifying, the tornado blotting out the sky!
Xing Yunjun roared violently, and at the last moment, still managed to break free from Bai Xiu's lightning bindings.
Gathering light-attribute spiritual power, Xing Yunjun formed a lotus-like, terrifying shield of light spiritual power, layer upon layer, forcibly blocking the Wind Eruption attack.
A deafening roar echoed between heaven and earth!
Lin Chen's body could no longer support him, and he fell from the sky.
His spiritual power could be drawn infinitely, but his body still couldn't withstand such consumption.
Xing Yunjun, covered in wounds like a trapped beast, attacked furiously with red eyes.
In his hands, a massive ball of light coalesced! Madly absorbing spiritual power!
A terrifying might of heaven and earth swept forth!
Even the ground of the Heavenly Palace couldn't withstand it; this vast floating island actually began to crack!
Kid, run!
An aged voice from the jade pendant shouted urgently.
Lin Chen, who was falling, pupils contracted. He wanted to escape, but it was already too late, and he lacked the strength to flee.
Just then, he saw a figure with flames swirling around its legs swiftly appear, intercepting the path in front of him.
Idiot! Move!
Lin Chen was shocked.
He never expected that at this moment, An Yi would suddenly block in front of Xing Yunjun's massive light sphere, taking the hit with his body!
Watch closely, this move is gonna look really cool!
An Yi said proudly, his back to Lin Chen.
A pair of black wings instantly unfurled behind him, looking incredibly flashy!
You knock-off!
At death's door and still putting on a second-hand show!
Lin Chen gritted his teeth, trying to move, but he no longer had the strength to save him.
He could only watch helplessly as the massive light sphere smashed towards An Yi.
Boom!
A tremendous roar echoed, the entire floating island trembling.
The entire Heavenly Palace ground tilted slightly.
Qi Shield!
At the moment between life and death, An Yi used his one-second invincibility.
The smoke cleared.
Amidst the shocking collision of spiritual power, the figure with flapping black wings was completely unharmed!!
Witnessing this scene, countless people were stunned.
It seemed hard to believe that such a powerful attack had been blocked by An Yi!
Stone-face, pretty impressive, huh?
An Yi said with a proud expression, watching Lin Chen fall towards the ground yet doing nothing.
Why deploy the Shadow Wings even if they serve no purpose?
Because it looks cool!!
Heh, this guy...
A slight smile tugged at Lin Chen's lips.
Before he could finish.
With a thud, he hit the ground, his head slamming hard against the earth.
Lin Chen, face covered in blood, shakily got up leaning on his Cloud-Splitter crutch, a murderous aura on his cold, stern face.
He still wanted to kill the bastard.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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."
