"Impressive, as expected of the Night Emperor!"
A man wearing goggles and carrying a crossbow walked out of the dense forest.
His black eyes carried a hint of a smile.
"Who might you be?"
An Yi asked leisurely as he snapped the arrow in his hand.
"Pantheon, Xu Dog!"
The young man in goggles said seriously.
In his hand, a hunting knife still gleamed in the dark night!
The Twelve Gods of the Pantheon!
An Yi grinned, revealing a smile. "This is getting interesting!"
He had just been wanting to test the strength of the Pantheon's Twelve Gods, and unexpectedly, he ran into one tonight.
"Don't hold back! You'll die!"
Xu Dog bent his body slightly, and his figure suddenly shot forward like a spring!
Under the moonlight, his figure was so fast it became a blur!
Clang!
The hunting knife slashed down!
An Yi's Dragon Fang Magic Sword blocked it horizontally.
"Impressive!"
Seeing An Yi completely unmoving, Xu Dog spun his body like a top, rotating madly as his hunting knife continuously clashed against the Dragon Fang Magic Sword.
Forcing An Yi to constantly retreat!
The Fifth Stance of the Nine Dragon-Slaying Swords—Autumn Trace!
The Dragon Fang Magic Sword in An Yi's hand moved silently.
Suddenly, it appeared at Xu Dog's neck.
Clang!
The hunting knife steadily blocked it!
A sharp light flashed in Xu Dog's eyes as he chuckled, "Don't underestimate the strength of our Pantheon's Twelve Gods!"
"I did underestimate you a bit."
An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.
Right now, he was at the mid-stage of the Heavenly Dipper Realm, yet he couldn't finish this guy off in one move!
These Twelve Gods of the Pantheon are somewhat interesting!
"I told you, use your full strength!"
Xu Dog said coldly.
A golden light glowed on the hunting knife as he slashed, forming a blade aura that chopped down!
"My full strength?"
An Yi grinned, showing a smile. "You asked for it!"
As he spoke.
An Yi gripped the hilt of the Dragon Fang Magic Sword, adopting a sword-drawing stance.
The Third Stance of the Nine Dragon-Slaying Swords—Chaotic Wind!
Suddenly!
Blade auras formed a terrifying net of swords in the sky!
Slashing down toward Xu Dog, covering the sky and the earth!
Seeing this scene, Xu Dog's eyes almost popped out of his head.
He seemingly hadn't expected An Yi's attack to be so horrifying.
His figure shifted as he tried to dodge.
But with such a dense swarm of sword blades, how could he possibly dodge them all!
One sword blade had already slashed into his shoulder.
This seemed to be a warning!
Immediately after, the dense cluster of sword blades crisscrossed toward him!
"Ah!"
A shrill, miserable scream rang out.
Xu Dog, covered in blood, fell to the ground.
An Yi retracted his shadow wings, descending from the sky and landing steadily.
On the ground, Xu Dog, covered in wounds, stood up shakily. "I am no match for you. Do it."
An Yi sized him up, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth. "If this were a month ago, it probably would have been a tough battle."
This was no lie.
Xu Dog's strength was formidable!
If An Yi were still at the late stage of the Spirit Gathering Realm, it would have been highly uncertain who would emerge victorious.
But now, after fusing with the Golden Relic, his strength had risen by an unknown number of tiers.
Dealing with Xu Dog now was truly as easy as drinking cold water.
Xu Dog's eyes were cold. He had been careless.
By himself, he couldn't take down An Yi at all!
The Dragon Fang Magic Sword in An Yi's hand transformed back into a ring and returned to his finger.
Seeing this, Xu Dog was stunned. "You... why aren't you finishing me off?"
"Too lazy to do it. Just wait to die of old age on your own."
An Yi said indifferently.
He suddenly leaped into the air, a pair of black wings spreading from his back!
He disappeared into the night sky.
Xu Dog looked at An Yi's vanishing figure and sighed softly.
"Damn it, how is this kid so strong! Even if he started training in the womb, he couldn't be this strong!"
Xu Dog muttered as he tapped his earpiece. "Commander Long, I engaged the Night Emperor An Yi in combat..."
An Yi was flying through the night sky.
He had his reasons for letting Xu Dog go.
First, the arrow this guy shot at him had no arrowhead.
Clearly, he had no intention of taking his life; perhaps it was purely a test.
Second, the Twelve Gods of the Pantheon were the guardian deities of Great Xia, protecting the country and its homes, making tremendous contributions to the nation's peace.
Finally, he didn't want to clash with Long Aoyun yet.
If he slaughtered Xu Dog, the conflict wouldn't be so easily resolved.
"Ding! Main quest triggered: [Supreme God of War]!"
A crisp system voice rang in An Yi's ears.
...
The Imperial Capital.
In an ordinary residential community.
"Dad, stop rolling the dough."
Long Aoyun spoke as he read the newspaper, looking at his father-in-law bustling about in the kitchen.
His father-in-law said with an excited face, "No way, today you must taste my cooking. I'm not boasting, but my hand-rolled noodles are top-notch even in the Imperial Capital..."
"Come, Aoyun, taste the herbal tea Mom brewed. It's good for your skin and health, you definitely have to try it."
A woman dripping with jewels also happily brought over the tea.
Long Aoyun said, "Mom, just leave it, I can do it."
"No, you are the son-in-law, how can we let you lift a finger!"
The woman said with a chuckle.
This son-in-law was also a capable person. He said he traded stocks yesterday and made over a million.
Without a second word, he transferred it all to their bank cards.
This made the couple feel more and more that their judgment back then had been incredibly sharp; the live-in son-in-law they recruited was actually so outstanding!
In the kitchen, Tingting poked her head out and asked curiously, "Aoyun, is this your earpiece? It sounds like someone is talking inside..."
Long Aoyun's expression changed, and he quickly said, "Let me take a look."
Stepping outside, Long Aoyun lowered his voice.
"Xu Dog, what happened?"
"Commander Long, I engaged An Yi in combat!"
Xu Dog's voice carried a hint of dejection.
Long Aoyun seemed to already know the outcome and asked indifferently, "The result?"
"A crushing defeat!"
Xu Dog felt somewhat ashamed as he carefully recounted the details of the fight.
After listening, Long Aoyun tapped the earpiece to hang up and fell into deep thought.
"Heh, this is getting more and more interesting."
...
The Imperial Capital, the Tang Family.
The martial arts training ground!
Chen Bing stood bare-chested in the center of the training ground, his eyes blindfolded with a black cloth.
"Begin!"
He stated calmly.
Suddenly, muzzles flashed with bursts of fire!
Bullets whizzed through the air toward him!
These were all the real deal! Their power was utterly terrifying!
Chen Bing's ears twitched slightly, and he suddenly moved.
His figure was like lightning as he weaved through the bullets.
In the blink of an eye, his figure shifted multiple times, dodging the bullets one by one.
Clang, clang, clang!
The bullets fell to the ground; without exception, they had all been split right down the middle, sliced into two halves.
In Chen Bing's hand, he pinched a transparent silk thread that glinted with light.
Evidently, he had just used this silk thread to slice all the bullets in half!
He knew how to use many weapons.
But the one he valued the most was this Heavenly Blade Silk!
The early stage of the Heavenly Dipper Realm!
His strength had finally broken through!
Chen Bing put on his glasses and pushed them up, the lenses flashing with a glint of white light.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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."
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.”
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!"
