After Chen Feng left, Chen Shuangshuang looked at the television screen, watching Zhao Bing who was covered in blood.
She turned to Su Yan and asked,
"Mom, is Senior Brother Zhao Bing going to die?"
Su Yan pulled Shuangshuang into her embrace.
With a smile, she said,
"Yes! He should be dying soon."
"But when that time comes, no one will ever be able to hurt your senior brother again."
Recalling the memories of learning swordsmanship with Zhao Bing in the past, Shuangshuang could not help but feel a wave of sorrow.
"It's a pity I'll never see him again."
Su Yan smiled.
"Then you should remember this final image of him well."
"In the future, when you miss him, you can still recall it."
Listening to Su Yan's words, Liu Weiwei felt a pang of grief.
She immediately contacted her informants planted in the Holy Capital.
She wanted to see if there was any way to get in touch with her junior brother, Zhao Bing.
She needed to tell him that their master had already gone to find him.
Dead or alive, their master would bring him back.
At the very least, she had to let her junior brother know that he would not die alone in the Holy Capital.
Meanwhile, in the Holy Capital.
Gu Changqing appeared completely confident on the surface.
Deep down, however, he was trembling with fear.
Zhao Bing's sheer madness had completely exceeded his understanding.
Moreover, he had not been a Martial Venerable for very long.
He was terrified of making a careless mistake and capsizing in a shallow ditch.
The very first thing Gu Changqing did upon stepping onto the arena was to immediately unleash the Heavenly Frost Fist, the Cloud-Parting Palm, and the Wind God Kick.
He instantly executed the Tri-Origin Qi.
Currently, his Tri-Origin Qi had not yet reached Zhang Bowen's level, where the three elements could be perfectly merged into one.
He still had to rely on rapidly executing the Heavenly Frost Fist, the Cloud-Parting Palm, and the Wind God Kick in succession.
By relying on the coordination of his fists, palms, and legs, he was able to produce the Tri-Origin Qi.
However, it was still formidable in both offense and defense, far beyond the reach of ordinary martial arts techniques.
Gu Changqing's caution immediately earned the approval of the Gu clan's elders.
"Changqing is a good kid! He understands that even a lion uses its full strength to catch a rabbit."
"The Tri-Origin Qi requires the fusion of three different techniques. It's very difficult for a normal person to achieve such a feat at his age."
"Although his ability to manage the Martial Arts Guild is somewhat lacking, his martial arts talent is undeniably high!"
"Hmph! If this boy hadn't wallowed in decadence for so long, his current achievements might be even higher."
...
Gu Yang snorted coldly.
Back then, if he had not discovered it early, Gu Changqing would have been completely hollowed out by women and reduced to a crippled state.
Unable to bear watching his most highly regarded clansman sink so low, he eventually gave him a Vermilion Fruit.
Still, his very first action was to strip Gu Changqing of all his duties within the Martial Arts Guild.
He forced him into secluded reflection.
The thing Gu Yang was most dissatisfied with regarding Gu Changqing was his marriage to Xiao Ruohan.
Unfortunately, Xiao Ruohan was pregnant with Gu Changqing's child.
According to clan rules, harming the Gu clan's bloodline was strictly forbidden.
He could not easily intervene.
But this woman had actually taken the initiative to find other women for Gu Changqing, which completely shattered his worldview.
Furthermore, Gu Changqing was now completely subservient to Xiao Ruohan.
It was as if his mind had been bewitched.
But as things stood now.
Gu Yang also hoped that Gu Changqing could eliminate this massive problem named Zhao Bing on the arena.
If Zhao Bing was allowed to leave alive today.
The Gu clan would lose all its face.
On the arena.
Seeing that Gu Changqing had already made his move.
Zhao Bing unceremoniously unleashed his Martial Dao Domain, slashing out streams of sword aura.
Gu Changqing also threw out a flurry of fist, palm, and leg shadows, fusing them into the Tri-Origin Qi.
A series of explosive sounds echoed across the arena as their vital energies clashed.
However, Gu Changqing's body was sent stumbling backward from the impact.
He hurriedly circulated his cultivation technique at maximum speed to maintain the Tri-Origin Qi.
The sheer power of Zhao Bing's sword intent and sword qi left him trembling with fear.
Gu Changqing was temporarily fighting Zhao Bing to a draw, but he didn't dare lower his guard.
Especially after feeling the overwhelming ferocity of Zhao Bing's sword qi.
He knew very well that if he took even a single strike from that sword, he would absolutely die without a doubt.
He attacked using the Cloud-Parting Palm and Heavenly Frost Fist.
While using the Wind God Kick to constantly adjust his position.
For a time, it was hard to tell who had the upper hand.
However, Gu Changqing still breathed a slight sigh of relief in his heart.
The advantage was on his side.
Zhao Bing was severely injured, and blood was still dripping from his severed arms.
As long as he kept dragging out the fight.
There was no way the opponent could outlast him.
Zhao Bing looked at Gu Changqing's overly cautious demeanor.
And revealed a smile of disdain.
His entire body's vitality boiled over. Entering a state where man and sword became one, he completely disregarded his energy consumption and madly unleashed his strongest sword intent.
It was clearly an attitude of either the enemy dies, or he dies.
To Zhao Bing, finally comprehending his own Fourteenth Deadly Sword before death, and managing to kill the traitor Ye Xing as well as the genius of the Gu clan...
Made his impending death completely worth it.
Facing Zhao Bing's relentless pursuit and fierce slashes, Gu Changqing struggled to defend himself.
However, the power of a sword technique united with heaven and man was simply too immense.
In just a short moment.
Gu Changqing's body was slashed with several wounds by the stray sword qi that occasionally leaked through his defenses.
He looked at Zhao Bing with a pale face, feeling a sense of panic rising in his heart.
"How is this guy so resilient!"
Gu Changqing secretly prayed, hoping this monster would fall as soon as possible.
If this continued, he truly wouldn't be able to hold on.
Zhao Bing's situation wasn't much better.
The shockwaves from the Tripartite Return of Origin caused blood to continuously spill from his mouth.
Yet, his expression remained exhilarated.
Below the arena, Gu Yang said indifferently:
"Changqing is guaranteed to win. That Zhao Bing's vitality is starting to wane."
Beside him, Gu Chen couldn't help but sigh in admiration:
"After fighting bitterly for so long, he should have reached his limit ages ago."
"It's just that Changqing is still a bit too timid!"
On the arena stage.
Zhao Bing forcefully condensed another burst of sword qi and violently slashed it toward Gu Changqing.
The latter quickly countered with the Tripartite Return of Origin, but his body was still blasted backward.
He crashed to the ground and coughed up a large mouthful of blood.
Gu Changqing turned around, wanting to flee for his life.
However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Bing stumbling, almost falling to the ground.
He hurriedly and awkwardly turned back around, quietly waiting for the moment Zhao Bing could no longer hold on.
Now, all he had to do was stall for time.
Zhao Bing was bound to lose without a doubt.
But the little cowardly movement he had just made out of panic was seen by everyone present.
Gu Yang gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Gu Chen couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.
The other elders of the Gu clan also couldn't help but shake their heads.
They could all see that Gu Changqing's overall strength was actually not inferior to the heavily injured Zhao Bing.
Yet he had been passively defending the entire time, never once taking the initiative to attack.
Even his occasional counterattacks were merely half-hearted.
If he had actively attacked and clashed head-on with Zhao Bing.
Zhao Bing probably would have collapsed long ago.
It was a pity that Gu Changqing was too cautious.
To be precise, he was simply too cowardly.
It formed a stark contrast with Zhao Bing's sheer spirit and courage.
In the Immortal Capital.
After making some contacts, Liu Weiwei found an informant in the Holy Capital.
The informant was currently at the scene, watching the match.
"Is there any way you can help me get in touch with Zhao Bing?"
Liu Weiwei wanted to tell Zhao Bing that their master had already gone to the Holy Capital.
She wanted to tell him to hold on.
Even if the worst were to happen, she hoped their master could see his junior disciple one last time.
That informant, after receiving Liu Weiwei's plea for help...
He immediately sprang into action, quietly slipping into the stadium's central control room.
This person only possessed the cultivation base of a peak-level Martial Artist.
However, compared to the ordinary staff working backstage, he was undoubtedly a master among masters.
At that moment, the entire control room only had two Martial Artist-level security guards assigned to watch the surveillance feeds, but they were currently busy duo-queueing to rank up in a video game.
After all, with over three hundred Martial Saints gathered inside the venue, who would dare to cause trouble?
There was absolutely no need to keep a close watch.
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...
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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.
