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By the time the three Martial Saints reacted, it was already too late.
No matter how explosively fast they pushed their speed.
They couldn't outpace the closing maw.
At this moment, Dugu Sword Demon could no longer afford to care about Zhang Bowen in his grasp.
He discarded the burden and fled with all his might.
Yet, Zhang Bowen burst into maniacal laughter.
"Surprise!"
"Thrilling, isn't it!"
"A pity it wasn't Wei Qianqiu who came!"
"Hahaha..."
The flood serpent from the Azure Dragon Tomb, for the first time in centuries, left the Four Symbols Chasm.
Following its agreement with Zhang Bowen,
it had been waiting at the edge of the sealing fog of the Kunlun Mountains.
This was also its first time poking its head out of the Kunlun Mountains to see the outside world.
A world it was about to conquer.
The serpent's mouth snapped shut.
The three Martial Saints and Zhang Bowen, along with the lower half of Dugu Sword Demon's body, were instantly swallowed.
Its cold, vertical pupils glanced at Dugu Sword Demon.
Sensing its rapidly draining vitality and blood essence, it swiftly retracted its head back into the fog shrouding the Kunlun Mountains.
Dugu Sword Demon, now with only half his body left,
stared in shock at the colossal creature disappearing into the mist.
Then he looked down at himself, everything below the waist gone.
"Zhang Bowen!"
Dugu Sword Demon gritted his teeth, uttering the name.
He never imagined
that this time, he too had fallen prey to Zhang Bowen's scheme.
For the first time in his life, he tasted the feeling of hanging by a thread.
Dugu Sword Demon could sense
that the power of that flood serpent was even more terrifying than Wei Qianqiu's.
He took out a Vermilion Fruit he carried and swallowed it.
This was also the first time in his life he had eaten a Vermilion Fruit.
It must be said,
in just one short day,
Dugu Sword Demon had experienced too many firsts in his life.
He had also witnessed scenes he never thought he'd see.
He witnessed firsthand the might of Wei Qianqiu.
Witnessed the Great Xia losing nine Martial Saints in one fell swoop.
Witnessed yet another victory for Zhang Bowen.
Witnessed how terrifying the flood serpent of the Kunlun Mountains was.
And soon, he would witness the decline of the great families.
...
The battle in Kunlun City was heating up.
Chen Feng had also heard the mighty roar coming from the edge of the Kunlun Mountains moments ago.
A sense of foreboding inexplicably gripped his heart.
"Could the flood serpent from the Azure Dragon Tomb come out?"
Chen Feng didn't know the specifics of what happened,
but he had a bad feeling about it.
Currently, the fight against the invaders was gradually balancing out as more reinforcements arrived for both sides.
Suddenly, a notification sound echoed in Chen Feng's mind.
[Congratulations on achieving the Master Mentor accomplishment].
[Disciples jointly destroy a top-tier family].
[Reward: 500 points of Vitality and Blood Essence].
Chen Feng's vitality and blood cultivation rose once again,
reaching five thousand points.
He had stepped into the mid-to-late stages of the Martial Arts Grandmaster realm.
"Destroyed a top-tier family?"
"What exactly is going on?"
Chen Feng, still in the midst of combat, was utterly confused.
After his power increased,
he immediately eliminated three invader Grandmasters.
The sonic sword qi projected by his martial phantom also became slightly stronger than before.
Yang Honghui and Grandpa Jin, both utterly exhausted, were now sheltering behind Chen Feng.
Yang Honghui rubbed his lower back, watching Chen Feng's martial techniques, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration:
"Youth is wonderful!"
Grandpa Jin scoffed and said,
"You and I weren't this good when we were young."
Yang Honghui laughed heartily.
He asked Chen Feng:
"Chen Feng, what's the name of this martial technique of yours?"
Chen Feng thought for a moment and made up a cool-sounding name on the spot.
Otherwise, saying it directly fused four techniques would probably shock the two men again.
"This move of mine is called the Great Vajra Heavenly Dragon Seven Ultimate Swords!"
Yang Honghui nodded.
"As expected, yet another martial technique I've never heard of."
By the time the sun set in the west,
Dugu Sword Demon's body had gradually regenerated.
Zhang Bowen's strike had left him deeply unsettled.
Glancing towards Kunlun City, the air instantly exploded with a sonic boom.
In almost the blink of an eye, he arrived on the battlefield of Kunlun City.
The two sides, still locked in combat,
only saw a figure streak across the sky.
The invaders on the ground instantly burst apart, spraying blood like fountains.
With just one pass,
Dugu Sword Demon had slaughtered nearly a hundred Martial Masters and Grandmasters.
The tide of battle turned instantly.
The remaining invaders, seeing a Martial Saint intervene,
immediately sensed grave danger.
"How come a Martial Saint is attacking? Where are our Martial Saints?"
"A Great Xia Martial Saint is here, but ours haven't appeared. How do we fight this?"
"Fight what? If the Great Xia Martial Saint is here, it means our side lost!"
"Run! If the top-tier combatants are defeated, we're just cannon fodder!"
...
When the first deserter appeared on the battlefield,
soon there was a second, a third.
In the end, those who didn't flee died.
Dugu Sword Demon's intervention instantly shattered their will to fight.
Chen Feng, on his side, finally got a chance to catch his breath.
He plopped down on the ground, feeling completely drained.
Watching Dugu Sword Demon who had just left, he couldn't help but ask Yang Honghui:
"Which Martial Saint was that just now?"
Yang Honghui explained:
"Although I haven't met him either, judging by my years of experience,
sword qi that formidable must belong to the Martial Saint from the Dugu family."
Their tones were relaxed.
Since it was a Great Xia Martial Saint who intervened, not Zhang Bowen or a Western Continent Martial Saint,
it meant the battle among Martial Saints was over.
And Great Xia had won.
Chen Feng borrowed Grandpa Jin's phone to call Jin Youxi.
He wanted to ask how they were doing, and also reassure them so they wouldn't worry.
Jin Youxi's voice quickly came from the other end of the line.
"Grandpa, have you seen my master!"
Hearing the voice on the phone,
Grandpa Jin, standing nearby, clicked his tongue in mild annoyance.
"Only remembers her master!"
Chen Feng chuckled and said,
"It's me. My phone broke, so I'm using your grandpa's to call you."
Jin Youxi's tone immediately changed.
"Master, did you miss me?
Let me tell you, we ran into that traitor Xiao Ruohan again.
She tried to team up with her boyfriend to harm us, but I beat her.
Later, her boyfriend brought two more helpers, but I drove them off too."
...
Chen Feng started a long chat with Jin Youxi on the phone.
Yang Honghui organized people to begin rescuing the wounded.
During the search, he was soon startled by his subordinates' report.
They had actually found the Martial Saint of the Wang family.
Yang Honghui immediately arranged for the severely injured Wang Zun to be sent to the hospital.
He reported the news to the President of the Martial Arts Association headquarters at once.
However, the President's phone was unreachable.
The Vice President of the Martial Arts Association answered the call.
The capital, Shengdu, immediately dispatched someone to deliver a Vermilion Fruit for Wang Zun to consume.
The next day.
News that shocked all of Great Xia broke.
Of the eleven Martial Saints who came to Kunlun City this time,
only one returned.
In this battle, excluding the traitor Feng Tengyun, Great Xia directly lost nine Martial Saints.
It was hailed as the most devastating battle in Great Xia's history.
On the other side,
The Western Continent's Chief Executive also received an unbelievable piece of news.
Staring at Mi Chuan, he said with utter disbelief:
"How is this possible!"
"All sixteen Martial Saints perished!"
"Don't joke with me!"
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.”
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
