Sensing the killing intent deep in Mo Gu's eyes, Xue Ming's body trembled as he asked angrily, "You, what are you going to do?"
"You have outlived your usefulness," Mo Gu said indifferently.
Xue Ming said angrily, "You're throwing me away now that I've served my purpose! For the past year, I have been fiercely loyal to the Hundred Ghosts Faction. Even if I have no great achievements, I have still toiled for you. Why must you kill me!"
Xue Ming struggled to stand up.
But the injuries all over his body left him unable to move.
"Do you know what the Sect Master thinks of you?"
Mo Gu stepped forward, the sound of his leather shoes striking the ground echoing like hammer blows against Xue Ming's heart.
Mo Gu continued leisurely, "Rearing a tiger invites calamity!"
As he spoke, a silver light surfaced on his hand, and he slashed out!
"No!"
Xue Ming shrieked and fell back!
His body had been severed into two.
No blood flowed; it was simply cleanly divided.
Thud! Thud!
The two halves of his dismembered body fell to the ground.
Xue Ming was dead!
"Trash!"
Mo Gu wiped his hands, his eyes narrowing slightly.
He originally thought this kid had potential, but he never expected him to screw up such a simple task.
The Sect Master thought highly of Zhang Fan, but now he had defected to the Asura Sect.
This was rather troublesome.
Mo Gu fell into deep thought.
In fact, it wasn't just Zhang Fan.
Within the Asura Sect, there was the Sect Master An Yi, and that Bai Xiu, whose position was unknown and who slept all day.
They were all key targets of the Sect Master's attention.
They all seemed to possess that profound and mysterious power.
Especially that Bai Xiu. He did nothing but sleep every day, yet his strength grew the more he slept! It was truly bizarre.
"The Asura Sect... Heh, it's time to make a move," Mo Gu said indifferently.
In just a short year and a half, the Asura Sect had surpassed the Law Enforcement Bureau, the Daoist League, and the Heavenly Dragon Temple, growing into the Hundred Ghosts Faction's second-biggest rival!
Moreover, their power was still expanding rapidly.
The Hundred Ghosts Faction could absolutely not tolerate the Asura Sect growing any stronger.
"Old geezer, who are you planning to make a move on?"
A chilling voice rang out.
Mo Gu only felt a sudden chill down his spine.
Suddenly, a dense barrage of steel needles shot toward him like a torrential downpour.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The steel needles struck the rocks, sending sparks flying everywhere.
Mo Gu's figure unexpectedly vanished.
"Teleportation??"
An Yi was shocked.
To think such a thing actually existed!
Even on the Ancient Continent, this would be considered a divine skill!
In another spot, Mo Gu's figure suddenly appeared.
He looked at the suddenly appearing An Yi, his eyes instantly widening in disbelief.
This kid was actually standing on the back of a silver dragon! He had arrived riding a dragon!
"You actually managed to catch up!"
Mo Gu's gaze turned solemn as he stared coldly at An Yi.
He possessed the unique Realm Spirit Power, the only one of its kind in the entire Profound Domain for thousands of years.
He didn't expect An Yi to be able to follow him.
"Cheap trick."
An Yi raised an eyebrow, looking at Mo Gu with a sinister smile. "So it's a mushroom, how interesting!"
As he spoke, he leaped down from the silver dragon's body, stepped through the air, and slashed with his sword!
The longsword slashed over silently, leaving not a single trace of its trajectory.
Mo Gu took a step back. It was just a small step, yet he easily dodged An Yi's attack. Raising his gentleman's cane, he steadily blocked An Yi's strike.
Impossible!
An Yi's expression changed drastically.
It was impossible to dodge from that angle just now!
Moreover, he was using the Nine Dragon-Slaying Swords, Fifth Stance: Autumn Trace!
"This is the charm of Realm Spirit Power."
Seeing An Yi's confusion, Mo Gu chuckled.
Crack!
A teeth-aching sound of bone cracking rang out.
An Yi spun his body around, his foot viciously sweeping into Mo Gu's face.
Whoosh!
Mo Gu's figure shot out like a cannonball, his body embedding into the stone wall and smashing out a terrifying crater!
His front teeth were knocked out, and blood gushed wildly from his nose!
At this moment, how could Mo Gu still maintain his previous elegant demeanor?
His true strength lay in possessing Realm Spirit Power; combat was not his strong suit.
An Yi's strength was formidable.
Just a single kick had nearly knocked the soul out of him.
"So what if you have Realm Spirit Power? Keep acting tough!"
An Yi said slowly.
Swinging his sword, a black, crescent-like blade of energy slashed over.
Boom!
The blade struck the stone wall.
Crushed stones scattered, and dust flew into the air!
"I missed?"
An Yi was surprised. He executed his Flame Step to go over and take a look, and his expression changed slightly.
Mo Gu had actually vanished out of thin air!
That sword strike just now had not hit him!
"Long Niu, keep chasing!"
An Yi flipped over, jumping onto the silver dragon's back as he spoke.
Long Aoxue's voice sounded somewhat puzzled. "This time, I can't find him."
An Yi: "..."
Earlier, after Xue Ming disappeared, An Yi was unwilling to just let him escape like that.
Then, he suddenly thought of Long Aoxue, this Long Niu who could freely travel through his storage space.
His storage space was a magical existence that could not store living creatures.
But Long Aoxue was an exception!
Not only could she stay perfectly fine in the storage space, but she could also travel in and out freely.
Seeing Xue Ming disappear, An Yi instantly thought of Long Aoxue at that time.
After throwing three rolls of toilet paper at her head, she finally woke up.
Upon An Yi's inquiry, it turned out she really could travel through space!
Thus, tracking the residual spiritual energy, he had chased him all the way here.
"By the way, where is this?"
An Yi looked around in slight bewilderment.
This was clearly a cave!
It was pitch-black with faint lighting.
The difference was that there was actually spiritual energy here!
Although it wasn't as rich as the Immortal Sect World, it was far, far stronger than the nearly dried-up secular world.
Barring any surprises, this should be another world.
The Ancient Continent?
An Yi suddenly thought of this possibility.
Could it be... he had returned?
"Rest in peace."
An Yi looked at Xue Ming's corpse and said indifferently.
The man was already dead, so there was nothing left to say.
He took out a short knife and conveniently pulled out his phone to snap a picture of Xue Ming.
Previously, Xue Ming had killed the Law Enforcement Bureau's Four Saints Black Tortoise, Wang Dahai.
The Law Enforcement Bureau had placed a bounty of two hundred million for his head.
Two hundred million—it was free money, and he'd be a fool not to take it!
After An Yi finished handling the matter, he reached out and patted the silver dragon's head. "Long Niu, let's go out and take a look."
Long Aoxue's figure flew out of the cave, as fast as a streak of light.
Outside was impressively a whole new world.
This wasn't the Ancient Continent. An Yi made the judgment almost instantly.
Just like the Hongtian Secret Realm, there were two suns here.
It was just that the positions of the suns seemed to have changed slightly.
Rumble!
A massive demonic beast shaped like a pangolin slowly walked over. Its glowing green eyes stared fixedly at An Yi, saliva dripping from its jaws.
It looked as if it couldn't wait to swallow An Yi alive.
"A Level Four demonic beast!"
The Dragon Fang Magic Sword in An Yi's hand shimmered with flowing light.
A black, blood-streaked sword blade slashed out.
The sound of the air tearing resounded.
The pangolin demonic beast's body was pierced through on the spot! It died instantly.
An Yi used a dagger to pry out a yellow spirit core, wiped it clean, and tossed it directly to Long Aoxue. "For you, consider it travel expenses."
Long Aoxue said stubbornly, "You originally promised two Level Five spirit cores."
"I owe you for now, I won't forget!"
An Yi said speechlessly.
He was the Sect Master of the Asura Sect; was he the kind of person to go back on his word?
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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!
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?"
