The two security guards were effortlessly dispatched by the informant.
He then immediately sent a message to Liu Weiwei.
"Chief, making a phone call by the arena definitely won't work."
"With so many Martial Saints from the Ancient Clan watching, it'd be too easy for something to go wrong."
"I've connected my phone to the central control equipment. Now, you can only talk to Mr. Zhao Bing through the stadium's large screen."
"You have about two minutes."
At this moment, Liu Weiwei looked at the video feed of Zhao Bing, whose body was already beginning to give out.
Without hesitation, she dialed the video call.
After all, this might be the last time she would ever speak to her junior brother, Zhao Bing.
Meanwhile, on the arena, Zhao Bing also felt that his body had reached its absolute limit.
He stared fixedly at Gu Changqing in front of him.
Completely disregarding his own condition, he slashed out two more streams of sword aura toward Gu Changqing.
Gu Changqing hastily unleashed Cloud-Repelling Palms to block.
But he still stumbled back several steps in a sorry state.
"Damn it, what kind of freak is this guy?!"
"He's so heavily injured, yet he can hold on for this long!"
Zhao Bing's vision was going dark in waves.
He forcefully steadied his posture, refusing to let himself fall.
Even his martial domain was becoming difficult to maintain.
The tyrannical sword aura swirling around him began to dissipate.
Zhao Bing gasped for breath, forcefully rallying his spirit, wanting to slash his opponent Gu Changqing a few more times.
By now, the members of the Ancient Clan were getting antsy.
"Changqing, he can't hold on anymore. Hurry up and attack!"
"Cut off his head and avenge our clansmen!"
"Don't let him die on his own; you have to kill him with your own hands."
...
Hearing the shouts of his clansmen.
Gu Changqing swallowed the blood welling up in his throat.
He cursed inwardly:
"If you're so capable, you go do it!"
"All you know is how to bark from the sidelines!"
"What if he's faking it and suddenly launches a desperate counterattack?!"
Gu Changqing had long been beaten into fear by Zhao Bing.
On the surface, his injuries didn't look severe, and he had seemingly blocked almost all of Zhao Bing's sword aura attacks.
But only he knew best.
His internal organs had long been ruptured by the shockwaves.
Countless spectators couldn't help but sigh.
They could already see that Zhao Bing was at the end of his rope.
"What a pity! The Chosen Scarface couldn't kill this Ancient Clan scum!"
"Once he falls, it'll probably be completely over!"
"Look at how cowardly that Ancient Clan guy is, what a piece of trash."
"After today's battle, Mr. Zhao Bing will surely go down in the annals of Great Xia's history."
...
Just as countless spectators were feeling regret for Zhao Bing.
The LED display screen above the arena suddenly rang with a familiar video call ringtone.
Everyone's attention was drawn, and they looked up curiously.
The video soon connected.
A breathtakingly beautiful face appeared on the screen.
It was none other than Liu Weiwei.
The informant, having connected the call, fled the central control room at the first opportunity.
He then quickly left the Holy Capital Stadium.
Through the live television broadcast, Liu Weiwei also saw that the call had connected.
She couldn't see Zhao Bing at the moment, but she knew he could see her.
So she spoke directly:
"Junior Brother, you must hold on."
"Master is personally rushing to the Holy Capital. You must hold on!"
Beside her, Shuangshuang also cried out:
"Senior Brother Zhao Bing, Daddy is coming to save you!"
"You absolutely cannot die!"
"Wuu wuu wuu..."
Zhao Bing looked up at Shuangshuang's crying little face on the large screen.
He cracked a wide smile.
He wanted to leave his little junior sister with a smile before he died.
Unfortunately, blood continuously seeped through the gaps in his teeth.
The smile was rather tragic.
However, hearing that his master, Chen Feng, was actually coming to the Holy Capital.
His heart warmed.
But he knew just how dangerous it would be once Chen Feng appeared in the Holy Capital.
Chen Feng was the mortal enemy of the Ancient Clan.
The kind where they couldn't live under the same sky.
Although he desperately wanted to see his master one last time before dying, he didn't want to burden him.
He simply looked at Shuangshuang on the screen and asked:
"I might not be able to see Master anymore!"
"Did Master have anything to say to me before?"
Shuangshuang thought for a moment and repeated what Chen Feng had said before he left.
"Daddy said, 'He doesn't even have hands anymore, how is he supposed to fight?'"
"'Is he going to fight them with his mouth?'"
Zhao Bing chuckled.
He was amused by Shuangshuang's words.
The injuries on his arms were faintly becoming impossible to suppress.
Blood began to flow out rapidly.
Zhao Bing stumbled and fell to one knee on the ground.
He happened to see the Chixiao Sword, the precious sword his master had gifted him years ago, lying quietly on the steel arena in front of him.
"Old friend, you've accompanied me for ten years."
"It's a pity I couldn't fight alongside you in my final moments."
Just as he murmured these two sentences, he recalled the phrase Shuangshuang had just mimicked from Chen Feng.
"Fight them with his mouth!"
His heart jolted, and he suddenly experienced a flash of enlightenment.
An intense battle intent, almost tangible, began to permeate the air.
An even more formidable Sword Dao domain unfolded once again.
Gu Changqing retreated in fright.
He thought to himself:
"I knew it was a terminal lucidity!"
However, the Ancient Clan members and the live audience were all somewhat bewildered.
They all knew that The Chosen Scarface's master was the Great Xia hero, Chen Feng.
But who was the master they were talking about in the video call just now?
Ever since the Ancient Clan made Chen Feng's crimes and fate public.
Everyone in the world knew that Great Xia's Chen Feng, in order to stop the Flood Dragon from transforming into a True Dragon, was killed by the Ancient Clan in the White Tiger Abyss of the Four Symbols Chasm.
Since Chen Feng was already dead, who was this master they spoke of?
Could he have taken someone else as his master?
Or did the senior brother and junior sister take a master together?
On the other side.
The stadium staff also realized something was wrong.
They immediately sent someone to rush into the central control room and cut off the video call.
And they began checking the surveillance cameras to find out who did it.
Zhao Bing stared at the Chixiao Sword on the ground and laughed excitedly:
"Master, I understand now!"
Saying this, he dropped to both knees, kneeling in front of the Chixiao Sword.
Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd.
Zhao Bing knocked his head directly onto the ground.
"What is he doing? Kneeling and kowtowing in surrender?"
"He's reciting ultimate move lines again! Could he actually turn this around?"
"I feel like something's not right. Did his Sword Dao break through again?"
"Here it comes! Here it comes! The signature loud laugh has appeared, the ultimate move line has been spoken, the next strike will surely defeat the enemy!"
...
Then, under everyone's shocked and confused gazes, Zhao Bing bit down on the hilt of the sword with his mouth.
He stood up again.
An indescribable sword intent shot straight into the sky.
Even before the sword was drawn, Gu Changqing felt a chill run through his entire body.
Zhao Bing's face was flushed with excitement.
He felt that even if he had to die ten more times, it would be worth it!
He looked at Gu Changqing again.
Like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey.
At this moment, Zhao Bing gripped the sword with his mouth.
He used his neck as a wrist.
His upper body as a forearm.
His waist and abdomen as an elbow.
His legs as upper arms.
And his feet as shoulders, connecting to the earth.
In this moment, he was an arm growing out of the earth, holding a sword.
Coexisting with the earth, becoming one with the earth.
In this moment, Zhao Bing redefined what it meant to be one with the sword, and what it meant to be one with heaven and earth.
The Fifteen Deadly Sword Strikes!
Kill!
Zhao Bing suddenly charged forward, twisted his body, and slashed out a strike.
The sky-piercing sword intent instantly retracted and condensed.
When it bloomed again, it had transformed into a sword phantom dozens of meters long, flashing past in an instant.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Gu Changqing let out continuous roars!
In a panic, he unleashed blasts of Three-Part Return Vitality, attempting to block Zhao Bing's sword aura.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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!
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.
