Kunlun City.
Yin Hu watched the live broadcast on TV.
Although it was only a distant shot, she recognized Chen Feng at a glance.
"That useless dog of a man, his strength seems to have suddenly increased."
When Jin Youxi and Wang Hao heard the words "Great Xia's Chen Feng" shouted the moment Chen Feng appeared on the scene,
they knew it was Chen Feng who had gone.
Wang Hao couldn't help but say:
"Like master, like disciple!"
"Impulsive, so impulsive!"
"Isn't he just delivering himself to the Ancient Clan?"
Yin Hu frowned and shot a glance at Wang Hao.
Wang Hao immediately realized he had said the wrong thing.
He forgot that the ancestor right before his eyes was also Chen Feng's disciple.
He hurriedly said with a laugh:
"Brother Chen Feng is deeply loyal and righteous, fearless of danger, going to save his disciple."
"Such noble character is simply a role model for me."
"A master like this would naturally teach disciples who are outstanding among men."
Yin Hu snorted coldly, pointing at the hot pot and saying:
"Add more of that... whatever oil. I really like that flavor."
Wang Hao immediately nodded like pounding garlic.
He picked up a bottle of hot pot flavor enhancer and poured it into the pot.
A chef watching from the side felt his eyelid twitch.
"Oh my god! Don't you want your liver and kidneys anymore?"
But the chef didn't dare say anything.
He continued silently lowering his head, using a machine to slice frozen synthetic meat into thin pieces.
He then served them to Yin Hu.
Jin Youxi, standing to the side, looked at Yin Hu and said:
"Junior Sister Yin Hu, Master is in great danger. Let's go help him."
Yin Hu immediately shook her head and said:
"I'm about to starve to death."
"Let me eat my fill first."
"Don't worry, if he dies, I'll find time to avenge him later when it's convenient."
As she spoke, she dipped a chopstickful of meat into the sauce Jin Youxi had personally prepared for her.
She ate with great satisfaction, her face full of happiness.
Wang Hao, standing nearby, looked at Yin Hu's slender waist and was puzzled.
During this period,
to help Yin Hu get full quickly,
he had hired a bunch of experts.
Following their advice, he hadn't skimped on adding various satiety agents.
Especially things like guar gum and pectin, adding them by the truckload.
Yet Ancestor Yin Hu still couldn't get full.
...
Immortal Capital.
Liu Weiwei nervously watched the live TV broadcast.
Now without close-up shots, only distant views that looked like surveillance footage.
She couldn't help but look at Su Yan beside her and said:
"Master's Wife, do you have a way to help Master?"
Liu Weiwei knew Su Yan was very powerful.
And had already reached the peak of the Martial Saint realm.
She herself had experienced the power of the Beiming Divine Art.
Her qi and blood cultivation advanced a thousand miles in a single day.
In less than ten years, she had reached the peak of the Martial Venerable realm.
If she could continuously devour qi and blood like her Master's Wife,
she would have become a Martial Saint long ago.
But she still had her bottom line as a person.
She couldn't bring herself to act like Su Yan, who treated people like livestock, keeping them penned up as blood slaves.
Su Yan looked at Liu Weiwei with a smile and said:
"Respect your master's choice. If he needs my help, he will ask himself."
"Of course, you can also think from your master's perspective now."
"Think about whether he would want my help or not?"
Su Yan looked at Chen Feng on the live TV broadcast.
The corner of her mouth lifted in a beautiful curve.
During this period of contact,
she had already sensed that
Chen Feng was no longer the Chen Feng of before.
There was an intangible barrier between the two of them.
The experience of over nine years in the White Tiger Abyss had changed that man a lot.
He wasn't as easy to fool as before.
At the very least, the honey trap didn't work anymore.
And although Chen Feng's personality seemed the same on the surface, somewhat indecisive,
in reality, his will was firmer, and he acted with more decisiveness.
Sacred Capital.
Gu Yang looked at Chen Feng and said disdainfully:
"You say you want to challenge an Ancient Clan Martial Saint?"
Chen Feng met Gu Yang's gaze proudly.
"What?"
"Is the Ancient Clan afraid?"
This scene shocked countless people present.
But no one believed a Martial Venerable early-stage could defeat a Martial Saint.
If it were a Martial Venerable peak-stage, perhaps they could try fighting a Martial Saint early-stage.
"This person couldn't be the master mentioned in the video just now, could he!"
"Indeed as crazy as Scarface, a Martial Venerable early-stage daring to challenge a Martial Saint."
"The higher the level, the greater the gap when fighting across ranks. This person is far too arrogant."
"Though very arrogant, he's very handsome. A pity we don't know how many seconds his arrogance will last."
...
Listening to the buzzing discussions,
the group of Ancient Clan elders all showed scornful smiles.
A young, sturdy man stepped forward and said:
"This brat simply doesn't put our Ancient Clan in his eyes."
"Clan Leader, let me teach him what humility means!"
That sturdy man looked young.
His actual age was actually over two hundred years old.
He was currently in the youth period of the Everlasting Spring Art.
Gu Yang nodded and said solemnly:
"Don't kill him. I have many questions to ask him."
Challenging the Ancient Clan in front of so many people,
Gu Yang naturally couldn't let off this person who had suddenly appeared.
It was just that the other party was only a Martial Venerable.
The Ancient Clan naturally couldn't, in front of so many people,
have a group of Martial Saints gang up on a single Martial Venerable.
However, he now strongly suspected that this person before him was Zhao Bing's new master.
He planned to capture this person first.
Then find a way to deal with those participating martial artists.
They definitely couldn't kill everyone.
But they also couldn't let them go easily.
Appropriate warnings and admonishments were still very necessary.
It was just that seeing those dead young clansmen,
Gu Yang felt a pang of pain in his heart.
"I should never have invited outsiders to participate."
At that moment, the Ancient Clan Martial Saint had already walked up to Chen Feng.
He snorted coldly and said:
"Young man, truly overestimating yourself."
"Today I'll let you know."
"The Ancient Clan!"
"Is not to be insulted!"
Chen Feng also sneered.
He reached out, hooked his finger, and provoked:
"So much nonsense!"
"Let me see if the Ancient Clan is truly un-insultable!"
That Ancient Clan Martial Saint laughed in extreme anger.
"You have guts!"
"I'll let you witness my Eighteen Paths Arhat Fist right now."
With that, a golden Arhat apparition, a hundred meters tall, appeared around his body.
The watching contestants were terrified and scrambled back.
Some even began to quietly slip out of the venue, planning to escape.
After all, in a Martial Saint battle, they probably couldn't even withstand the residual shockwaves.
But then they remembered that the person covered in white scales only had Martial Venerable cultivation.
The Ancient Clan Martial Saint should be able to annihilate him with a single full-power strike.
The people on the Ancient Clan side were also very confident in their own clansman.
Arhat Fist combined offense and defense, fierce and domineering.
And they all knew that man's realm; he had comprehended the fist technique to its peak.
Dealing with a mere Martial Venerable early-stage should be easy.
But when Chen Feng unleashed his own Martial Dao Domain,
everyone was stunned.
An identical golden Martial Dao apparition rose from the ground, a hundred meters tall.
Two five-clawed golden dragons coiled around its arms.
Before the Martial Dao apparition, a huge golden seven-stringed guqin materialized.
Finally, a massive golden light shield enveloped Chen Feng.
At that moment, Gu Yang exclaimed in shock:
"Isn't that Chen Feng's Martial Dao apparition?"
] [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!"
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!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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."
