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.
th】 【No prior gaming knowledge required】【The First Cultivation + Game Design Novel on the Platform】 In a world where the righteous path dominates and crushes the demonic sects, Lu Ze unlocks the "Son of the Demon Path" system. Killing righteous cultivators now grants him power-ups. Wait—deaths in illusions count too? As a former game designer, Lu Ze decides to give the cultivators of this world a little—no, a massive—shock... Sect Elders: "What is this 'Escape from the Demon Sect' game? Why have all our disciples abandoned cultivation to play it??" Elite Disciples: "You're saying... mastering 'Demon Slayer' can help us counter demonic schemes?" Reclusive Masters: "Why did I leave seclusion? Ask that backstabbing rat who ambushed me in 'Eternal Strife' yesterday!" Rogue Cultivators & Civilians: "'Immortal Abyss Action' is addictive! You can even earn spirit stones by loot-running..." Sect Prodigy: "My Dao heart is unshakable... except for that cursed black hammer." Royal Scions: "Can skins have stat boosts? I’ll pay 10,000 spirit stones for one!!" Sect Leader: "WHO IS CORRUPTING MY DISCIPLES?!!!"
+【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!
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!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
