"Damn it! Damn threads!"
Ah Man's burly body broke free from the Heavenly Blade Silk's restraint, his bull-like eyes filled with chilling killing intent.
Chen Bing had just played him like a fool, thoroughly pissing him off.
In his eyes, the people of this world were like weak ants and reptiles.
This was simply an insult!
Chen Bing wrapped the Heavenly Blade Silk around his arm, coldly looking at the three Level 6 Demonic Beasts.
Level 6 Demonic Beasts were already at the Heavenly Dipper Phase.
And that tall demonic beast, who had been standing with his arms crossed and shoulder-length hair messy, obviously possessed even stronger strength.
Fighting him one-on-one would be extremely troublesome, let alone having to deal with the other two.
Right now, on their side, Shen Monkey of the Pantheon, at the peak of the Spirit Gathering Phase, coupled with some special methods, could barely match the Heavenly Dipper Phase.
The rest of the people could hardly help.
"This is a bit bad!"
Chen Bing pushed his black-rimmed glasses and said leisurely.
He had just broken through to the early Heavenly Dipper Phase not long ago, but it was obviously difficult to deal with three people.
"Bronze Tiger, Demon Eagle, you two don't need to do anything, I'll do it!"
Ah Man snorted white air from his nostrils and grinned.
His huge mountain-like body had bulging muscles that cracked.
Bronze Tiger smiled and stood with his hands behind his back.
Ah Man was going to get serious!
"Go to hell!"
Ah Man shouted and threw a punch.
The howling strong wind overturned the surrounding trees.
Chen Bing took a deep breath, raised his hand, and an earth shield formed around him!
Clang!
The heavy punch hit the earth shield, smashing it to pieces.
Then, a spurt of blood bloomed!
A shrill scream resounded.
The person who screamed was not Chen Bing, but Ah Man.
At this time, a crisscrossing wound appeared on his chest, gurgling with blood.
Bronze Tiger's eyes turned cold.
"Who is it?"
In the night sky.
Two figures, one in front and one behind, shuttled through the dark night like meteors.
Attracting the attention of the audience.
Chen Bing sighed in relief: "Finally here!"
The chilling green astral wind condensed in Lin Chen's hand, and the air mass slowly dissipated.
Obviously, the Qi Controlling Slash just now was swung by him.
Behind him, An Yi drew his sword, and Lishang hadn't had time to use it yet.
"Grandma's, this kind of highlight moment was actually snatched by a poker face."
An Yi sheathed his sword and glanced at the battlefield.
The casualties on his side were a bit heavy!
"Damn, it hurts!"
Ah Man touched the wound on his chest.
Although it was only a flesh wound, it still made him very angry.
First he was controlled by the weak natives of this world, and then he was injured.
This made him feel like he had lost face!
"These two kids have something!"
Bronze Tiger watched An Yi and Lin Chen who were coming, his amber eyes showing some excitement.
Finally, he could stretch his fists and kicks!
"With me here, this aunt won't die."
In an instant, An Yi arrived beside Cangqiong Daoist.
He took out the Nine Yang Divine Needles, first sealed Zixin's acupoints to stop the bleeding, and then took out two bottles of plaster and threw them to Cangqiong Daoist: "Daoist priest, I want to fight, I'll leave her to you."
These medicines for healing wounds were all taken from Zhang Fan.
He had the Undying Martial Body and couldn't use them, but this medicine was expensive!
So, he conveniently took some from Zhang Fan's hospital, not expecting it to come in handy now.
"M-much thanks!"
Cangqiong Daoist's voice trembled as he hurriedly took them.
"These three guys are quite tricky."
Lin Chen said in a deep voice.
In the vast group of demonic beasts, Lin Chen spotted Bronze Tiger, Ah Man, and Demon Eagle at a glance.
Possessing Wind Spirit Perception, he could clearly detect the terrifying aura overflowing from these three people, especially Bronze Tiger.
"That tiger demon is at the peak of Level 6! Be careful!"
Long Tianyuan's voice came out through the jade pendant, saying in a deep voice.
The strength of demonic beasts, within each level, was not so clearly divided.
The peak of Level 6 was enough to rival a Spiritualist at the late Heavenly Dipper Phase!
Some with strong bloodlines could even rival the peak of the Heavenly Dipper Phase!
"That bull-headed monster, leave it to me!"
Lin Chen's eyes showed chilling killing intent.
An Yi raised his eyebrows slightly.
Why is this poker face so obsessed with the bull head?
"I'll take that birdman's head!"
While speaking, Chen Bing leaped, stepped on the floating threads, and turned around, rushing towards the Demon Eagle in the sky like a cannonball.
"Then, I'll deal with this sick cat!"
An Yi drew the Dragon Fang Magic Sword, his eyes chilling.
This tiger was obviously the strongest.
Since merging with the Golden Relic, his strength had soared to the middle of the Heavenly Dipper Phase.
Dealing with the Bronze Tiger at the peak of the Heavenly Dipper Phase was still a bit difficult.
Of course, only a bit!
"I want to see what kind of strength the strong people of this world really have!"
Bronze Tiger grinned, revealing a cruel smile.
A short knife was slowly pulled out of his cuff.
"Beating you, this sick cat, is no problem!"
An Yi said leisurely.
Hearing An Yi's words, Bronze Tiger was suddenly startled.
He could understand!
What An Yi said was the language of the Ancient Continent!!
"Who exactly are you!"
Bronze Tiger asked vigilantly.
At this age, in the middle of the Heavenly Dipper Phase, among the human race, he was definitely not an unknown person!
An Yi grinned, revealing a smile, and raised his hand.
Dark spiritual energy frantically gathered in his palm!
Suddenly, a black mad dragon was thrown out of An Yi's palm.
Roaring, it rushed towards Bronze Tiger.
Seeing this scene, Bronze Tiger's eyes suddenly showed shock!
"Night Dragon Dance, you are from the Night Sect!"
The human race's first sect, the Night family.
How could he not know!
But the problem was, wasn't the entire Night Sect massacred! Who was this person?
Shadow Strike!
An Yi's figure turned into a phantom and quickly arrived behind Bronze Tiger.
His eyes were cold, and the Dragon Fang Magic Sword in his hand came up with the fourth form, Thunder!
Blue lightning flashed!
Clang!
Bronze Tiger turned around and slashed at An Yi.
He parried this sword with extreme precision, his body retreating two steps in succession, barely stabilizing his figure.
"Awesome!"
Bronze Tiger's amber eyes showed seriousness, grabbing his clothes, his upper body suddenly tore apart.
Around his waist, there was actually a row of short knives!
His aura also gradually became stronger.
A handful of steel needles in An Yi's hand were also ready, flashing with green light, obviously poisoned.
He didn't have time to confront this guy!
Nie Xuan was staring at the Imperial Capital!
Before, the West Asian Kingdom was turned into scorched earth overnight, which was exactly what Nie Xuan did alone.
Right now, if he didn't stop him, the Imperial Capital would likely repeat the West Asian Kingdom massacre!
The steel needles shot out!
Dense like a rain curtain, shooting towards Bronze Tiger.
The corners of An Yi's mouth curled up slightly.
Even a Spiritualist at the Heavenly Dipper Phase would be paralyzed by this poison.
At this moment, Bronze Tiger opened his mouth and let out a shocking tiger roar!
The powerful roar attacked indiscriminately.
The demons present, and the masters of various sects, all covered their ears in pain.
Those densely packed steel needles flying all over the sky were actually shaken by the sound waves and fell to the ground clattering.
"Motherfucker!"
An Yi's eyes turned cold, ready to go berserk.
Time was urgent, he didn't have time to dawdle with this big cat.
At this moment, an electric bike slowly drove through the dark night.
The headlights shone over!
Everyone couldn't help but look over curiously.
The handsome young man driving, his eyes covered with a black cloth, should be a blind man without a doubt.
Hmm?
Blind man?
"An Yi, we're here!"
Behind the bike, a little girl with cat ears waved her hand and shouted.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.”
