The smile on Han Feng's face instantly froze.
He widened his eyes, looking at Xiao Yi in disbelief—Fifth Brother! How could you do this!
But Xiao Yi had already washed his hands of the matter. He stood ramrod straight, wearing an innocent "I am a victim too" expression.
Upon hearing this, the surrounding disciples' gazes toward Lin Jingyu also became subtle.
Let alone Han Feng, they... had never seen Second Brother's tears either.
To accidentally see them today was indeed... quite a novelty.
Seeing the situation turning bad, Han Feng immediately counterattacked:
"That still required Fifth Brother's agreement! If he didn't want to cooperate, couldn't he have just sent a message? Since he didn't, it means he wanted to see it too! He agreed to it!"
As soon as these words came out, the innocence on Xiao Yi's face instantly stiffened.
The two stared at each other, eyes wide, and the atmosphere became incredibly awkward.
As for Lin Jingyu...
He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and seamlessly wiped away the two drops of liquid that had "accidentally" slipped from the corners of his eyes.
Then, he turned around and looked at Xiao Yi and Han Feng with a calm gaze.
That gaze was very calm.
So calm that it made Xiao Yi and Han Feng simultaneously take a step back.
"Little Yi, Little Feng."
Lin Jingyu spoke, his tone as gentle as a spring breeze brushing against the face.
"It seems that during your cultivation these past few days, you both have gained a lot of enlightenment."
He paused, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly to reveal an extremely gentle, terrifyingly kind smile.
"From the looks of it, do you want to spar with your senior brother?"
As his voice fell—
He raised his right hand!
A cyan longsword instantly condensed in his palm!
Immediately after, a massive cyan sword phantom, fully a hundred zhang in size, explosively appeared in the sky above his head!
Sword intent pierced the heavens, and killing intent was chilling! The clouds within a thousand zhang were instantly shredded to pieces!
And at the exact moment he made his move—
Gu Changyuan's figure flashed, retreating a thousand zhang away.
Ye Qingxue's figure flashed, retreating to Gu Changyuan's side.
Qin Yu, Fang Yuwei, Yun Tianhe, Yue Lingxi, Bai Ling'er... everyone retreated in unison.
Their movements were uniform and flowing, as if rehearsed countless times.
They had absolutely no intention of stopping the fight.
Wang Yutang looked at the instantly empty space around her, blinked, and then silently followed suit and retreated.
Xiao Yi: "......"
Han Feng: "......"
The two exchanged a glance: Did we... take the joke too far?
But Second Brother's sword hung above their heads, delaying its fall.
The meaning was obvious: I will give you time to prepare, lest you say I am bullying you.
Xiao Yi and Han Feng steeled their hearts.
Hmph!
What was there to fear?
They had just fused with the Saint Bones not long ago! Their strength had skyrocketed!
Two against one, they wouldn't necessarily lose!
At this moment, Xiao Yi violently stepped forward and gave a loud shout!
"Rise!"
As his voice fell—
A massive cauldron appeared out of thin air above his head!
The cauldron was entirely crimson, its body engraved with complex flame patterns.
It was precisely his natal magical treasure—the Li Fire Cauldron.
Xiao Yi formed hand seals, and the spiritual power around his body madly surged into the cauldron, revealing his Half-Immortal Sixth Realm cultivation.
"Nine Transformations of Heaven Incineration, Fourth Transformation—Flame Dragon's Howl!"
"Boom!"
The Li Fire Cauldron trembled violently, and the raging flames at its mouth suddenly surged!
A hundred-zhang-long giant flame dragon roared as it charged out of the cauldron!
The flame dragon was entirely red, with over a dozen types of fire churning within its body.
Wherever it passed, the void distorted, and the air was scorched to the point of emitting ear-piercing explosions.
The flame dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, fiercely charging toward Lin Jingyu's cyan giant sword suspended in the void.
At the same time—
Han Feng moved.
Behind him, a pair of giant cyan wings suddenly unfurled, displaying a Half-Immortal Fifth Realm aura.
The wings were dozens of zhang wide, every single feather condensed from the purest power of wind, with faint cyan light flowing along the edges.
"Wind Extremity: Heavenly Dipper!"
Han Feng loosely gripped with both hands, and a cyan long halberd condensed from pure wind power instantly appeared in his grasp.
The long halberd was entirely translucent, the trajectory of the wind flowing along its shaft. Every time it vibrated, it left fine cracks in the void.
Countless wind blades converged into a massive torrent of wind, carrying a might that could tear heaven and earth apart.
It advanced side by side with Xiao Yi's torrent of flames. One fire, one wind—they complemented each other, their might skyrocketing as they blasted toward Lin Jingyu's cyan sword phantom together.
Lin Jingyu watched his two junior brothers go all out. He could feel that the aura on their bodies was completely different from before.
That aura perfectly fused with their origin Great Dao, becoming more mellow and profound.
In just a few short days, their strength had undergone a qualitative leap.
Not bad.
However—
Even so, wanting to block this sword strike of his would not be that easy.
After all, what he had fused with was the inherited sword intent of an ancient Sword Dao mighty figure.
The current him was no longer the Half-Immortal Seventh Realm Lin Jingyu from a few days ago.
Lin Jingyu's right hand gently fell.
The cyan giant sword suspended in the void came crashing down.
"BOOM!!!"
The moment the three forces collided, it felt as though the heavens were collapsing and the earth was shattering.
A blinding light exploded at the center of the collision, illuminating the entire sky!
A terrifying shockwave madly spread out in all directions from the point of impact!
Wherever it passed, the clouds crumbled and the void trembled!
The disciples and elders watching the battle from below only felt an incredibly tyrannical airwave rush at their faces, and many were directly forced back several steps by the tremor.
But they did not care about steadying themselves; their eyes were fixed on the battlefield in the void—
They saw the cyan giant sword locked in a stalemate within the void against Xiao Yi's flame dragon and Han Feng's Heavenly Dipper.
The three forces madly tore, devoured, and clashed against each other, none willing to yield a single inch!
Flames filled the sky, wind blades splattered everywhere, and sword intent ran rampant.
The stalemate lasted for fully three breaths of time—
"BOOM!!!"
The cyan giant sword suddenly pushed forward, shattering the flame dragon and the wind waves inch by inch.
Carrying its residual might, the cyan giant sword slashed straight toward Xiao Yi and Han Feng!
The two of them changed expressions, but it was already too late to dodge—
They could only close their eyes and prepare to take the blow head-on.
However—
"Whoosh."
The sword light swept past their sides and slashed into the void behind them, leaving a spatial rift that lingered for a long time before... slowly dissipating.
Xiao Yi and Han Feng opened their eyes, panting heavily. Exchanging a glance, they both saw the relief in each other's eyes.
Thank goodness, Second Brother had shown mercy.
Lin Jingyu retracted his right hand without saying another word.
He merely gave the two a faint look before his figure flashed, returning to Gu Changyuan's side.
Xiao Yi and Han Feng also hurriedly followed.
The two secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts—it seemed Second Brother didn't plan to pursue the matter to the bitter end.
But at the same time, they were somewhat frustrated.
Even working together, the two of them had failed to block this single sword strike from Second Brother.
Second Brother... was still too strong.
Little did they know, Lin Jingyu was also secretly surprised in his heart.
That sword strike just now was a narrow victory. If they had used just a bit more strength, perhaps that sword strike really could have been broken by them.
The improvement of his two junior brothers was greater than he had anticipated.
A faint sense of gratification welled up in his heart.
] [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!"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
