Even as Lie Tao was killed, the Gourd Immortal remained unmoved, his benevolent smile unwavering. "That dagger is impressive. I didn’t even see where you pulled it from."
"Go to hell and think about it!"
An Yi charged forward, dual daggers in hand!
In terms of sheer height, the Gourd Immortal was already intimidating.
Three meters tall—no human in this world could reach such a height!
And with those crimson eyes, he looked less and less like a human.
The combat dagger sliced through the air like a shadow, striking the Gourd Immortal’s waist.
For an assassin, the throat was always the primary target.
If that wasn’t possible, the next best options were the heart or the brain—any vital spot.
But this monster was too tall. An Yi couldn’t reach any of them!
So he slashed at the fleshy mountain of the Gourd Immortal’s belly instead.
The dagger clashed against the exposed skin, leaving only faint white marks.
His hide was as tough as iron cloth!
An Yi’s razor-sharp combat dagger might as well have been a blunt weapon.
"Tickling me?"
The Gourd Immortal scoffed.
With a swing of his massive, fan-like hand, he reached for An Yi.
"An Yi, watch out!"
Nie Qinglan’s voice rang out in warning.
Sensing the shift in the air, An Yi reacted swiftly, rolling forward in a desperate escape.
Cold sweat drenched him as he regained his footing.
For a split second, it felt like his body had been paralyzed—forced to watch helplessly as the Gourd Immortal’s hand came crashing down.
"Not bad, kid!"
The Gourd Immortal sounded almost impressed.
His movements seemed unremarkable, but An Yi knew better. If that slap had landed, his bones would’ve been pulverized.
This level of terror was no joke.
For the first time, An Yi was on full alert.
Compared to the Gourd Immortal, the S-rank assassin Butcher was nothing more than a small fry.
An Yi had no doubt—even Butcher would’ve been crushed in two slaps by this monster. They weren’t even in the same league.
His own fragile body wouldn’t survive a single hit.
"Kid! Just submit and become my blood thrall! Not only will I spare your life, but I’ll give you everything you’ve never even dreamed of!"
The Gourd Immortal’s voice dripped with temptation. "Don’t you want to try it? Money, power, women—I can give you anything. All you have to do is let me draw a little blood now and then."
"Night Emperor, don’t listen to him!"
Zhou Jun’s weak voice strained to speak. "Once you’re his thrall, you’ll never escape. He’s literally sucking the life out of you."
"Shut your mouth!"
The Gourd Immortal’s crimson eyes locked onto Zhou Jun as a vine-like tendril lashed out, striking his body.
Crack!
The tendril split in two, blue blood spraying everywhere.
An Yi intercepted the attack with the demonic sword Dragon Fang.
The severed tendril oozed blue blood, but within moments, the grotesque flesh writhed and regenerated.
An Yi’s expression darkened.
This three-meter-tall monstrosity—was he even human?
No human could possess such abilities!
"Foolish brat! Do you know what they call me?"
The Gourd Immortal grinned, his kind facade twisting. "They call me an Immortal. In this pitiful world, I am the god of their myths! For three hundred years, no one has dared point a dagger at me!"
"A pitiful world?"
"Three hundred years?"
An Yi’s gaze turned icy. "You’re not from this world?"
"Become my thrall, and I’ll tell you everything!" The Gourd Immortal licked his lips.
He was practically salivating. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to find someone with such potent life force in this world.
An Yi didn’t respond. Instead, he moved like the wind, leaping high and striking at the Gourd Immortal’s neck!
The Gourd Immortal blocked with ease.
Though these predictable attacks couldn’t harm him, he wasn’t foolish enough to let An Yi whittle him down.
His massive hand shot out, seizing An Yi.
An Yi’s face hardened. That overwhelming pressure again—he couldn’t dodge.
"Qi Control!"
As the hand closed in, An Yi blasted a surge of energy at the Gourd Immortal, using the recoil to flip over his towering form.
"Oh? Now this is interesting."
The Gourd Immortal watched An Yi somersault over him, unimpressed.
To him, An Yi was nothing more than a flea—utterly insignificant.
An Yi landed behind him, eyes sharp.
This was his chance!
Without hesitation, he spun, driving both daggers with all his strength into the Gourd Immortal’s nape!
Slash!
Slash!
Two full-powered strikes!
150% Sneak Attack damage triggered!
The force was devastating.
Blue blood gushed from the Gourd Immortal’s neck!
"ARGH!"
The pain twisted his benevolent face into something monstrous.
An Yi’s heart sank.
This thing—
Its weak spot wasn’t the neck!
Suddenly, dozens of tendrils lashed out, snatching An Yi mid-air.
Trapped with no room to maneuver, he could only watch as the Gourd Immortal’s appendages seized him.
His wrists, arms, legs—every limb was bound and hoisted into the air.
"What the hell is this? Disgusting!"
An Yi gritted his teeth, struggling, but the tendrils didn’t budge.
His arms screamed in agony, as if they’d snap any second.
"Brat! You’ve pissed me off!"
The Gourd Immortal’s voice was venomous, his crimson eyes burning with bloodlust.
BAM!
The tendrils whipped An Yi against the ground—then the walls—over and over!
The sickening cracks of bones echoed through the air.
Blood spilled from An Yi’s lips.
He’d underestimated this giant. Once caught, escape was nearly impossible.
"Damn it… I haven’t felt pain in over a century! And today, I let a runt like you wound me!"
The Gourd Immortal touched his bleeding neck.
This kid had been holding back. His attacks from behind were far deadlier—if he’d been human, that strike would’ve decapitated him.
An Yi was battered, his breathing ragged.
If this kept up, he’d die.
His eyes flicked to a new skill in his arsenal.
"Now then… let’s savor your life force, shall we?"
The Gourd Immortal’s eyes gleamed with greed as a spear-like tendril shot toward An Yi’s heart!
Clang!
An Yi’s dagger intercepted the strike, deflecting it at the last second.
"You broke free?!"
The Gourd Immortal stared in shock at the severed tendrils, blue blood pooling on the ground.
"Impossible! There’s no way you—"
"Want my blood? Then see if you can take it!"
An Yi grinned, his smile chilling.
His dark eyes burned crimson.
At the same time, his short black hair lengthened into flowing silver-white locks.
The air around him thickened with murderous intent.
Ding! System Alert: Host has entered [Berserk] state. All attributes increased by 200%!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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."
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
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.”
