The battle at the Northern Heavenly Gate continued.
The demon beast army, having nothing left to lose, chose not to flee but to fight to the bitter end.
Little Yu had fully adapted to General Chilin’s combat style, suffering fewer and fewer injuries.
For General Chilin, however, despair had set in.
He no longer sensed any hope of victory. He recalled how, at the start, he had believed he could kill Little Yu.
Initially, General Chilin had indeed suppressed her, but gradually, his attacks became less and less effective.
Now, no matter how he struck, his efforts were futile—like sinking deeper into quicksand with every struggle.
Growing desperate, General Chilin enlarged his form, his attacks turning even more frenzied.
Yet to Little Yu, this only exposed greater openings.
She remained unshaken, leaving no room for carelessness—steadfast and methodical.
Her approach bore traces of Su Luo’s influence. When Su Luo struck, victory was certain, her overwhelming power delivered with unshakable composure.
Though Little Yu lacked Su Luo’s sheer might, she mirrored this discipline, systematically cornering her foes before delivering the final blow.
Calm, yet brimming with lethality.
"Tenfold—Seven Stars Converge!"
Little Yu saw the moment to strike.
The radiance of seven stars enveloped General Chilin entirely. Despite his massive form thrashing wildly, escape was impossible.
Then, a pillar of devastating force descended, annihilating him.
General Chilin screamed, struggling to resist, but his strength was spent.
In the end, he fell to this single technique.
Yet upon death, his body erupted in a violent explosion.
Anticipating this, Little Yu had employed the full might of Tenfold Seven Stars Converge.
The residual power of her attack clashed with the explosion, neutralizing it.
Panting, Little Yu stood victorious.
The surrounding demon beasts surged toward her, seeking to exploit her exhaustion.
With a single swing of her sword, she cleared the area around her.
Compared to General Chilin, these beasts were insignificant.
"I can still fight."
Feeling no need to retreat, Little Yu raised her blade and pressed on.
......
Meanwhile, Nangong Xiyun and the Leopard Speed King reached the climax of their duel.
The Leopard Speed King had expended tremendous effort to dismantle Nangong Xiyun’s sword formation.
"Hahaha! Now, nothing restrains me!"
For the first time in this battle, the Leopard Speed King felt exhilarated.
Since the formation’s emergence, his movements had been stifled.
Now, he darted at blinding speeds, unimpeded by invisible barriers—free to fight as he pleased.
Speed was his greatest weapon.
Nangong Xiyun remained silent, sword in hand.
In an instant, the Leopard Speed King’s claws lashed out.
Nangong Xiyun deflected the strike.
Unfazed, the Leopard Speed King accelerated further.
"Grin all you want. Against absolute speed, you’re helpless—you should’ve realized that by now."
He doubted Nangong Xiyun could deploy another formation.
"This fight is mine."
Reaching his peak velocity, his razor-sharp claws aimed for Nangong Xiyun’s vitals.
A frontal assault? No—that was merely an afterimage.
While the illusion attacked from the front, the true Leopard Speed King materialized behind Nangong Xiyun’s head.
Even if she saw through the feint, he believed the distance and timing guaranteed his victory.
Blame your inability to match my speed.
His claws pierced silently toward her skull—soundless, yet lethal.
"I’ve grown tired of this."
As if she had foreseen his every move, Nangong Xiyun reversed her grip and impaled the Leopard Speed King before his strike landed.
Her blade was faster.
Sensing death, the Leopard Speed King abandoned his attack, retreating hastily.
Had he persisted, he would’ve died without even wounding her.
Regrouping, he launched another high-speed assault.
Again, Nangong Xiyun parried.
"How?! Can you see me?"
"I’ve adapted."
Her eyes now tracked his movements effortlessly—she had simply grown accustomed.
From the outset, Nangong Xiyun had sought to elevate her own speed.
Now, through relentless refinement, she had achieved a breakthrough, her velocity surpassing his.
Her adaptability was her strength.
Confronted with adversity, she devised solutions—and executed them swiftly.
"Impossible! You can’t keep up!"
The Leopard Speed King charged once more.
Nangong Xiyun vanished.
His claws met empty air. Frantically scanning his surroundings, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
Too late.
A single slash bisected him.
Nangong Xiyun stood behind him, her sword unyielding.
Having found the answer, she hesitated no longer.
The Leopard Speed King never imagined dying by a blade from behind—the very fate he’d inflicted on countless others.
Rage and disbelief filled his final moments.
Nangong Xiyun ensured his end, her sword flickering tens of thousands of times, reducing him to nothingness.
Yet even in death, the Leopard Speed King’s bloodline triggered a cataclysmic detonation.
But Nangong Xiyun, now swifter than ever, evaded with ease.
Still, the battle had taken its toll.
The Leopard Speed King had dominated early on, wounding her repeatedly. Her final burst of speed had drained her spiritual energy entirely.
Retreating, she sought rest.
......
Di Haoran and the Lion Heart King also neared their duel’s conclusion.
The Lion Heart King’s heart was heavy.
The Beast Lord’s death had shaken him, though he dared not show it.
Now, witnessing the demon beast army’s relentless slaughter, he conceded bitterly: "We’ve lost this war. But—"
His golden aura flared brighter, his right arm swirling with condensed power.
He prepared his strongest strike—his last.
"But the demon beasts’ honor endures!"
Di Haoran scoffed. "Honor means nothing. Victory belongs to us."
He channeled vast spiritual energy into his blade.
The two clashed in a final, decisive exchange.
The Lion Heart King’s fist bore the phantom of a golden lion’s head—the culmination of his might.
Di Haoran met it with his sword.
Yet in sheer momentum, Di Haoran seemed slightly outmatched.
Even before impact, the disparity was palpable.
The Lion Heart King’s spirits lifted. He might not kill Di Haoran, but crippling him seemed certain.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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?!
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!
