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.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ress Kneels to Admit Wrong] [Dealing with Love-Struck Fools] [Forced to the Throne] Ren Tianye transmigrated into a female-oriented novel world, only to find everyone in it was utterly insane. He risked his life to save a young girl from barbarians, but was accused of arriving too late and branded the real murderer. He held a knife to a military officer's neck, demanding the troop tally, but the officer only cared about questioning his wife: "Do you not love me anymore? All these years of affection and time together, they were all a mistake, a mistake!" After seizing Yunji City, the original defending general, to save face with the Empress, knelt on the ground: "You must give Yunji City back to me, or I'll hang myself at the city gate and let everyone know you're a villain!" The young lord of the Duke's mansion, to please a woman, directly ordered a merchant: "The menstrual pads you buy for her must be studded with diamonds. Loving her means giving her the best." Having become a great general, he was about to marry a merchant's daughter, who set a pre-nuptial rule: "I can divorce you anytime. When that happens, you must give me half of your troops and soldiers!" Even the Empress was a severe love-struck fool, who ordered the execution of 70,000 elite troops simply because they stood in the way of her romance. Ren Tianye was speechless. He was done. Let it all burn! This deranged female-oriented novel world! ...
