Countless crimes were laid bare for all to see.
The world finally understood the true nature of the Qingfeng Sect.
At the Qingfeng Sect's mountain stronghold,
Qingfengzi arrived with his disciples in tow.
Gripping his sword, he looked up at the densely packed shadows blotting out the sky.
In an instant,
Every hair on his body stood on end.
His voice trembled uncontrollably: "It's... the Night King..."
All the bold claims he'd made during the livestream were forgotten.
Only bone-chilling terror remained as he forced himself to ask his pale-faced head disciple Yang Huan: "Have the other sects arrived yet?"
"What about the Martial Arts Department? Are they sending reinforcements?"
Yang Huan swallowed hard before replying: "Th-they're on their way... but I don't know if we can hold out until then."
Hearing this,
Qingfengzi felt a sliver of reassurance.
He forced a smile as he looked up at the Night King again: "N-no matter... our sect's defensive formation has protected us since ancient times."
"It can withstand three full-powered strikes from a late-stage Grandmaster!"
Yet,
Before the words fully left his mouth,
An unimaginable scene unfolded before the world's eyes.
Time itself seemed to freeze.
Every observer stood transfixed.
At 10 PM that night,
The starry moonlit sky of the Ancient Martial World was suddenly swallowed by darkness—
Not ordinary nightfall...
But something far more ominous...
Gu Yan hovered high above, calmly raising his right hand as he gazed down at the Qingfeng Sect below.
His icy voice carried to every witness:
"The heavens show no mercy, treating all as straw dogs."
"The Qingfeng Sect has committed unforgivable crimes that the Ancient Martial World failed to punish."
"Therefore... it falls to us of the Night..."
"To deliver justice!"
With those words—
BOOM!!!
A colossal black claw condensed from malevolent energy materialized in the sky,
So vast it blotted out the sun and stars,
Drowning the world in darkness.
Gu Yan gently lowered his right hand.
The monstrous claw followed his motion,
Crashing down upon the Qingfeng Sect's defensive formation with apocalyptic force.
The terrifying truth became clear—
The entire Qingfeng Sect stronghold looked pitifully small beneath that looming claw.
BOOM!!!
The impact sent shockwaves rippling across ten thousand miles.
CRACK! SNAP!
Ancient trees taller than skyscrapers shattered like twigs.
The defensive formation screamed under the strain, its structural harmonics shrieking in protest.
"EVERYONE!!! CHANNEL ALL YOUR ENERGY INTO THE FORMATION!!!"
Qingfengzi roared, veins bulging as he poured his life force into the barrier.
How?! How could this be?!
The Night King had grown stronger than five years ago!
Why... WHY?!
Blood trickled from his lips as the cracks spread.
Looking skyward, he howled: "WHY?! NIGHT KING! MUST YOU ANNIHILATE OUR SECT?!"
The reply came in chilling monotone:
"So what if I do."
BOOM!!!
CRUNCH!!!
The black claw shattered the formation—
And kept descending.
"NO!!!"
Qingfengzi's eyes nearly burst from their sockets.
"RUN!! FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES!!"
"THE NIGHT KING IS HERE!"
"ESCAPE!!!"
Screams and wails rose in chorus—
All meaningless.
As the claw completed its descent,
Every sound...
Ceased.
Whoosh—
The energy dispersed.
The watching world fell silent.
Livestream comments froze mid-scroll.
Because...
Where the mighty Qingfeng Sect once stood...
Now existed only a crater.
With one palm strike,
The Night King had erased a millennia-old sect from the map.
Reinforcements arriving from a hundred miles away halted abruptly.
Even at this distance,
The residual energy made their skin crawl.
A trembling disciple in Taoist robes gulped: "Th-this can't be real..."
"That claw... bigger than our entire sect... just flattened Qingfeng?"
"W-we should retreat. This battle's beyond us."
"Right! The sect leader sent us to aid Qingfeng, but Qingfeng's gone!"
"Move! Withdraw now!"
Such was the cruel logic of the Ancient Martial World—
Alliances existed only for the strong.
The dead?
Forgotten before their bodies cooled.
Martial Arts Department operatives in white uniforms stood grim-faced on tree branches, their right-eye lenses flashing.
One pressed his earpiece: "Report. Qingfeng Sect annihilated."
"No survivors detected."
"Wait—"
Every viewer then witnessed the Night King's next act.
Gu Yan hovered motionless.
Then—
Hummm!!
A wave of dark energy swept the ruins.
Countless pale souls materialized above the crater,
Twisting into a glowing white [Soul Pill] that floated into Gu Yan's palm.
Before the horrified world,
He consumed it.
Thud! THUD!! BOOM!!!
His aura exploded with renewed might.
The revelation struck like thunder:
"The Night King... refined an entire sect's worth of souls!!"
"Devouring spirits to empower himself! He's cut off their reincarnation cycles!!"
"Monstrous! Absolutely monstrous!!"
[He... ate their souls?!]
[The Martial Arts Department files mentioned this—the Night King grows stronger by consuming life essence!]
[So "justice" was just an excuse! Soul harvesting was his real goal!]
[Typical villain! I almost believed his righteous act!]
[How can we possibly fight something like this?]
Having completed his grim harvest,
Gu Yan spoke softly:
"The world brims with sin."
"This was but the first reckoning."
"Take comfort..."
"For we of the Night shall eventually eradicate all wickedness."
Behind him,
Stone, Xiao Bai and other Night Organization members echoed:
"We of the Night shall eradicate all wickedness!!"
Whoosh!!
Gu Yan and the others vanished in an instant.
At the same time, all electronic devices around the world resumed normal operation.
A month had passed.
The Night Organization had finally reappeared—and with their return, they once again sent shockwaves across the globe!
Everyone was speculating: Would the Night King broadcast every future operation so brazenly?
Headquarters of the Martial Arts Department.
BANG!!
"That damned Night King!!"
"Everyone! Move faster!!"
"We need to recruit a massive number of martial artists—now!!!"
"We can’t let the Night King destroy this world!!!"
Long Tianyuan, the department chief, slammed his fist onto the table, shattering it, his face twisted in fury.
"Yes, sir!"
Night King!! Don’t celebrate too soon! Once I break through to the Grandmaster realm, your death will be certain!!
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d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
