"Impossible, how can he be this strong!"
"Losing when his qi and blood are low is one thing, but how can we still lose when his qi and blood are high?"
"This makes no sense. My Heaven-Man Unity state Nine Yang Divine Art, combined with the Heaven-Man Unity state Blazing Pure Yang Palm, how could it possibly fail to break his defense."
"Even Mr. Bowen shouldn't be my match right now!"
...
The members of the Ancient Clan could not, no matter how they tried, understand.
Why Chen Feng was so formidable.
With a low qi and blood value, he could actually fight multiple opponents alone.
At this moment.
Chen Feng fully unleashed all his strength.
As his understanding of the Heaven-Man Unity state grew deeper and deeper,
he gradually realized his own shortcomings.
Namely, that his attainment of the Heaven-Man Unity state had come too easily.
Without any true comprehension or epiphany.
It was like a primary school student taking the college entrance exam, with a professor giving you the full-mark answer sheet to copy from.
However, through continuous use,
Chen Feng gradually gained his own insights.
He also developed a deeper understanding of the realm of Heaven-Man Unity.
He sat down cross-legged on the spot.
The massive and exaggerated martial phantom behind him slowly dissipated.
The final martial phantom transformed into a seven-stringed guqin,
which settled onto Chen Feng's lap.
He gently plucked the strings, and melodious music instantly echoed forth.
Simultaneously, supported by his qi and blood, the sound waves
materialized into substance.
Manifesting as countless golden sword phantoms that shot out with a shriek.
The Ancient Clan members also launched their attacks once more.
This time, aside from the young children, the entire Ancient Clan came out.
Over two thousand people surrounded Chen Feng and Qianqian in the middle,
forming a large circle with a radius of a hundred meters.
The Clan Leader used his Lion's Roar skill to issue the order again:
"No matter how strong he is, he can't possibly block all of us at once!"
"Chen Feng must die today!"
"Kill him!"
Thousands attacked simultaneously.
Chen Feng, merging his sound wave attacks, had also gathered tens of thousands of sword shadows by now.
They swirled around him and Qianqian, forcefully withstanding the assault of the entire Ancient Clan.
This time, he still used the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms and the Tathagata Divine Palm to pluck the strings.
He employed the sound wave attacks of the Seven Extremes Qin to execute the Thirteen Deadly Swords technique.
He also integrated the North Sea Divine Art and the Indestructible Golden Body into the sword shadows,
achieving the ability to devour enemy attacks and strengthen the sword energy's defense.
Six different Heaven-Man Unity state martial arts techniques were used simultaneously.
In just an instant,
fine beads of sweat appeared on Chen Feng's forehead.
He knew this was because his current qi and blood cultivation was somewhat insufficient to sustain such a move.
There was also a fatal flaw, though he didn't know if the Ancient Clan members would discover it.
At this moment, he also understood that to truly unleash the power of Heaven-Man Unity, he needed a higher level of qi and blood cultivation.
The moment the Ancient Clan members made contact with Chen Feng's sword energy storm,
they immediately sensed something was wrong.
Deafening booms rang out continuously.
In an instant, thousands of attacks slammed into Chen Feng's sword energy storm.
Yet, they only saw their own techniques disintegrate,
while Chen Feng's sword energy storm remained intact,
still swirling as before.
Its imposing manner even seemed to have grown stronger!
The Ancient Clan members were shocked.
If they hadn't known Chen Feng's qi and blood cultivation level in advance,
they would now even suspect
they were fighting a Martial Saint.
The Ancient Clan's Leader was not just shocked at this moment.
He thought of more.
With equal, or even lower, qi and blood cultivation,
Chen Feng alone could withstand over two thousand members of the Ancient Clan.
If Chen Feng's cultivation were to reach Martial Saint in the future,
wouldn't that mean even if Kunlun Mountain fully opened,
and their entire clan became Martial Saints, they still wouldn't be Chen Feng's match?
Thinking of this,
the Clan Leader knew that if such a monstrous genius was not eliminated,
he would inevitably become a great calamity for the Ancient Clan in the future!
The Clan Leader couldn't help but shout:
"I refuse to believe he can hold on forever!"
"We must kill this monster today!"
"Otherwise, our Ancient Clan's ambition to reign supreme under heaven will surely be buried by this man's hands!"
The over two thousand Ancient Clan members attacked in waves.
Countless techniques and martial skills, fist shadows and sword energies, bombarded Chen Feng's sword energy storm.
Chen Feng gritted his teeth, maintaining the defensive sword energy storm,
completely shielding himself, Qianqian, and the Qilin within it.
The Ancient Clan's attacks were precisely what he wanted.
Every attack from the Ancient Clan members
would have some of its energy devoured by the North Sea Divine Art integrated into the sword energy storm.
This was used to sustain the power of the sword energy storm,
and even strengthen the defense of the Indestructible Golden Body, making the storm nearly impossible to break.
Therefore, the most fatal weakness of this move of his
was the fear that the enemy would not attack.
If the enemy didn't attack, the North Sea Divine Art fused into the technique would have no qi and blood to absorb for support.
And his own qi and blood cultivation was insufficient to maintain it for long.
But now,
the Ancient Clan's old leader had temporarily solved this problem for him.
Right at this moment, the eighth Violet Heaven Divine Thunder descended.
By now, the heavenly tribulation lightning was so thick it no longer resembled a bolt.
The electric plasma cascaded down like a waterfall!
The intense violet light illuminated everyone, making it hard to keep their eyes open.
The Flood Dragon Snake hurriedly followed the same method,
once again lifting the Mysterious Turtle to block this terrifying eighth Violet Heaven Divine Thunder.
The thunder tribulation struck.
The entire valley shook with the impact.
Black smoke billowed from the Flood Dragon Snake's body.
The turtle shell of the Mysterious Turtle, cultivated for ten thousand years and already condensed with the Eight Trigrams, shattered with a loud crack.
All the venomous fangs in the Flood Dragon Snake's mouth shattered into pieces.
The eighth thunder tribulation had ended,
but arcs of electricity still crackled across its body.
It writhed and roared in agony.
The Mysterious Turtle in its mouth was also flung heavily to the ground.
From within the shattered shell emerged a semi-transparent little girl.
It now transformed into the shape of a small turtle,
quietly crouching beside the Mysterious Turtle.
The Mysterious Turtle had completely lost consciousness.
Its exposed flesh was all charred black as coal.
Its limbs and tail had even been carbonized,
now lying shattered on the ground in pieces.
The Flood Dragon Snake struggled and convulsed.
Because its tail had been devoured by the Mysterious Turtle,
that last bolt of lightning had directly severed one-third of its remaining tail.
Now, seeing that even the Mysterious Turtle's ten-thousand-year-cultivated shell couldn't withstand the eighth thunder tribulation,
how could it possibly block this final, ninth Heaven Divine Thunder!
The Flood Dragon Snake suddenly caught sight of the Mountain Soul Water Essence.
A final glimmer of hope flashed in its eyes.
Devour the Mountain Soul Water Essence!
Otherwise, death was certain.
Enduring the pain from its entire body, it once again lunged to bite at the Mountain Soul Water Essence.
The Mountain Soul Water Essence, in the form of the little turtle, just stared blankly at the Mysterious Turtle.
Thinking that this Mysterious Turtle, who had always kept it company by the Jade Pool, might never speak to it again.
It paid no heed to the Flood Dragon Snake's assault.
Or perhaps it had no real concept of the danger.
It just felt something was not good.
At that moment, the Spirit Crane, previously severely injured, gradually recovered under the effect of the Vermilion Fruit.
Seeing the Mysterious Turtle, its companion of several thousand years, die tragically before its eyes,
its heart filled with grief and fury.
It suddenly flapped its wings, and its beak once again pierced through the Flood Dragon Snake's body.
"Roar!"
The Flood Dragon Snake let out a furious roar.
Now, its roar already carried the semblance of a dragon's cry.
It merely glanced back at the Spirit Crane, then violently whipped its body,
smashing the Spirit Crane directly against the Jade Mountain.
A large chunk of flesh was torn from its own broken tail in the process.
The Spirit Crane issued a mournful cry; its body, just recovered somewhat, suffered broken bones and tendons once more.
It could only watch helplessly as the Flood Dragon Snake lunged to devour the Mountain Soul Water Essence again.
"Run!"
The Spirit Crane cried out anxiously.
But it was already useless.
The Mountain Soul Water Essence's intelligence was too low.
The Mysterious Turtle had said that thousands of years ago, the Mountain Soul Water Essence was still just faint spiritual energy.
It has only gradually gained sentience over the past century.
But its existence is entirely different from that of a true living being.
Its nature leans more towards the Heavenly Dao.
It knows neither joy nor sorrow, nor does it possess concepts of good and evil.
It regards all things in the world with impartiality.
Only in recent years, through frequent dialogue with them, has it begun to change slightly.
The semi-transparent little turtle once again took the form of Qianqian, blinking its large eyes as it stared at the massive, snapping maw of the flood-dragon.
The entire Kunlun Mountain Range uttered its final sound.
"Goodbye, Qianqian!"
"Goodbye, Spirit Crane!"
"Goodbye, Qilin!"
"Goodbye, Mystic Turtle!"
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?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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...
