The tide of battle turned like a collapsing mountain.
The forces of three orthodox sects were being steadily devoured by Lu Ze's advance. A sense of despair surged through the hearts of the defenders.
"Chen Feng! Damn it, are you ready or not!?" Zhang Shifei roared furiously, pointing at Chen Feng across the battlefield.
"We're fighting for our lives here while you just sit back and watch! Where's the air support you promised!?"
"Haha, coming, coming! Just hold on!" Chen Feng replied with a dismissive smirk.
Having secured his advantage, Lu Ze no longer suppressed the others' development.
By sheer luck, Chen Feng had stumbled upon a spiritual energy-rich secret realm right in front of him. Combined with an unoccupied sect stronghold nearby, his economy had skyrocketed.
Truth be told, his forces had long been ready to march.
But he chose to stockpile instead.
After all, this was a competition.
Their performance against the demonic path would determine their final rankings and points.
He needed the other three sects to weaken Lu Ze's forces first—then he would strike with overwhelming force.
"Elder Disciple Chen, if you don’t act now, even you won’t be able to stop him!" Guo Yunwen shouted, sweat pouring down his face.
"Relax, victory is mine!" Chen Feng laughed wildly, his fingers flying across his command interface.
The forces of the Infinite Sword Sect surged forth—every last soldier mobilized.
"You have no idea how terrifying the demonic path—"
Guo Yunwen’s words caught in his throat.
In his vision, an endless swarm of Thunderflare Drakes darkened the skies, streaking toward the battlefield.
……
……
Outside the battlefield.
"Junior Brother Lu Ze has single-handedly crushed three orthodox sects with absolute dominance!"
"The righteous path is collapsing… Over half of the three sects' forces have been wiped out in an instant!"
"Is the battle already decided?"
"Wait—the Infinite Sword Sect is joining the fight!!!"
"Their aerial forces are overwhelmingly powerful—could they turn the tide!?"
"Holy shit!!! That many drakes!?!"
The intensity of the battle, paired with Zhong Yi’s electrifying commentary, sent the audience into a frenzy.
Even Zhong Yi himself felt an exhilarating rush.
Lu Ze’s maneuvers seemed to carry an inexplicable profundity.
Though Zhong Yi didn’t fully grasp them, just voicing them aloud made his Sacred Speech Spirit Root stir restlessly within him.
Thrilling.
Absolutely thrilling!
Zhong Yi grew more impassioned, his words more vivid.
Especially when he saw the Infinite Sword Sect’s massive army charging toward the battlefield—his body involuntarily radiated faint golden spiritual energy.
"The Infinite Sword Sect has entered the fray!"
"Drakes, Sword Immortals, Spirit Tamers, Formation Masters, Vajra Guardians…"
"Heavens! Elder Disciple Chen’s economy exploded after securing that spiritual energy realm!"
"This army outnumbers both sides’ remaining forces combined!!!"
"Junior Brother Lu still isn’t producing more troops? If he doesn’t, it’ll be too late!"
"One, two, three, four… Forty Thunderflare Drakes in total! The aerial dominance is terrifying!!!"
……
The decisive clash was imminent.
At that moment—
Golden runes, fine as silk, spilled from Zhong Yi’s lips.
They swirled behind him, forming an intricate array of radiant scripture.
A brilliant light erupted!
The audience gasped in shock.
"What the—? What’s happening?!"
"Did he just have an epiphany from commentating?"
"No, no—this isn’t enlightenment. It’s some rare cultivation technique!"
"I heard Senior Brother Zhong possesses the legendary Sacred Speech Spirit Root—at its peak, it can manifest reality through words!"
"Damn, so he’s actually intervening?"
"Senior Brother Zhong is shielding our righteous sects! The righteous path is invincible!"
"Defend the honor of the righteous path!!!"
"Righteous path prevails!!!"
……
Zhong Yi, hovering mid-air, paused briefly.
Even he didn’t understand why his Sacred Speech Spirit Root had suddenly activated.
He hadn’t channeled it deliberately.
Had his emotions overwhelmed him?
Though puzzled, he couldn’t help but rejoice.
A strange and profound power surged from his spirit root.
‘Could I have truly glimpsed the profundity of [Reality Manifestation Through Speech]?’
The thought flickered through his mind—only to be dismissed.
At his current cultivation level, mastering such a technique was impossible.
But it was a promising start.
‘No matter. The match comes first!’
Shaking off his distractions, Zhong Yi refocused on the battle.
The Infinite Sword Sect’s forces were moments away from engagement.
Cultivators. Spirit beasts.
Anti-air. Anti-ground.
Every unit type was accounted for.
And above all—the sky-blackening swarm of Thunderflare Drakes.
The righteous path’s most formidable aerial force!
Thanks to controlling two sect spirit mines and a spiritual energy realm, Chen Feng’s economy had snowballed.
Forty Thunderflare Drakes—more than enough to overturn the battle!
Zhong Yi spoke again.
The golden scripture around him blazed even brighter.
"Junior Brother Lu isn’t reinforcing his army. Instead, he’s gathering his remaining forces at the sect’s chokehold!"
"Underestimating the enemy, Junior Brother Lu! Forty drakes are no joke!"
"From a professional commentator’s perspective… there’s no way Junior Brother Lu can win this time."
"The drakes are in his face!"
"How do you lose with drakes in your face!?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
