Looking at Chen Feng's highly recognizable Martial Avatar, everyone couldn't help but freeze.
This was especially true for the Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan. Back then, they had watched with their own eyes as Chen Feng unleashed this very Martial Avatar and killed Zhang Bowen and their old clan leader right in front of them.
At this moment, an elder of the clan couldn't help but cry out:
"The exact same Martial Avatar, the exact same name—how could there be such a coincidence in this world!"
"Chen Feng clearly died in the White Tiger Abyss, we saw it with our own eyes!"
"Could he be Chen Feng's master, or perhaps a fellow disciple?"
"But that's too much of a coincidence. Even if they practiced the same cultivation method, it's highly unlikely for two people to have the exact same Martial Avatar."
...
It wasn't just the Ancient Clan bursting into discussion.
The live audience and the viewers watching the broadcast across the entire internet were also shocked by Chen Feng's Martial Avatar.
Ten years had passed.
Yet, the hero of Great Xia had never been forgotten by the people.
A casual search online would bring up all sorts of combat videos of Chen Feng from the past.
"Aside from his appearance, this person's Martial Avatar, name, and even his disciple are exactly the same as the hero of Great Xia."
"Is it possible that the hero of Great Xia never died at all?"
"Anyway, the news of the hero's death was spread by the Ancient Clan. No one else actually saw it happen."
"Then why hasn't the hero of Great Xia shown himself for over nine years?"
...
At this moment, many people harbored deep suspicions about Chen Feng's true identity.
However, the Martial Saint from the Ancient Clan who had stepped up to fight roared out:
"Who cares if he's Chen Feng or not? I'll take him down first and interrogate him under torture!"
"Then we'll know exactly what his relationship with Chen Feng is."
Saying this, he threw a punch at Chen Feng.
The fierce and domineering wind from the fist instantly shattered the air.
A sonic boom rang out.
Boom!
This punch directly cracked Chen Feng's Indestructible Golden Body Qi Shield.
However, the cracks rapidly healed, failing to cause any substantial damage.
The corners of Chen Feng's mouth curled up.
He swiftly fused his martial arts.
Merging the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms with the Buddha's Palm, and empowering them with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, he plucked the zither strings.
Using the sound waves of the Seven Absolutes Zither, he fused them with the sword intent of the Fifteen Deadly Swords, forming streaks of sonic sword qi.
Then, using the Northern Dark Divine Art and the Indestructible Golden Body, he enveloped the fired sword qi, taking their intensity and endurance to a whole new level.
The next moment.
The familiar zither melody.
The familiar sword qi storm.
They appeared before everyone's eyes once again.
Gu Chen pointed at the newly formed sword qi storm and shouted:
"It's exactly the same as Chen Feng's!"
Gu Yang also clenched his fists tightly in disbelief.
He sought out Gu Biao nearby and asked:
"Is he the same person who crippled you that day?"
Gu Biao nodded hastily.
"It should be him."
"Especially those white scales covering his body."
"But his strength was only at the early stage of Great Grandmaster at the time."
Hearing Gu Biao say that he had been crippled by an early-stage Great Grandmaster, Gu Yang was rendered somewhat speechless.
"Could you have made a mistake back then!"
"How could a Martial Saint like you be drained of your vitality by a Great Grandmaster?"
Gu Biao also felt a bit of self-doubt.
However, heated discussions had already erupted within the arena.
Someone was seen shouting excitedly:
"That's right, those are the moves of the hero of Great Xia."
"Using zither sounds to drive sword qi and form a sword qi storm."
"In this world, other than Chen Feng, I have never seen a second person use this move."
"Not even Chen Feng's disciples know it."
...
Amidst everyone's passionate discussions.
The sword qi storm had already engulfed the Martial Saint of the Ancient Clan.
He could be seen using the Eighteen Arhat Fists, dashing left and attacking right.
He continuously scattered the sword qi surrounding him.
However, the sword qi storm was like a tornado, trapping him in the center.
Then, like a meat grinder, it spun and slashed frantically.
Despite using every trick up his sleeve, he could neither break through the sword qi storm nor defeat it.
Especially since the current sword qi contained the sword intent of the Fifteen Deadly Swords.
Coupled with the empowerment of the Northern Dark Divine Art and the Indestructible Golden Body.
The intensity of every single wisp of sword qi could clash head-on with his attacks.
At this moment, Chen Feng also realized the level his current strength had reached.
That day when he fought Gu Biao.
He could only win by stalling for time and fighting a war of attrition.
Now, he could forcefully suppress an ordinary Martial Saint.
Chen Feng had no desire to drag out the fight.
Seeing the sword qi storm trap the Martial Saint.
He rapidly closed the distance while continuing to pluck the Seven Absolutes Zither.
He needed a quick victory so he could execute the next step of his plan.
After all, time waited for no one; Zhao Bing's injuries were too severe and couldn't be delayed for long.
As soon as he approached the Martial Saint.
Chen Feng unleashed the Northern Dark Divine Art with all his might.
The Ancient Clan's Martial Saint, who was already struggling to hold on, suddenly felt a powerful devouring force.
It was frantically stripping away his vitality.
Its might was even more formidable than the Star-Absorbing Great Art.
In an instant, it caused his vitality flow to stagnate.
The next moment, streaks of sword qi slashed across his body.
Countless flashes of fire instantly sparked.
However, even a Golden Body Arhat with copper skin and iron bones could not withstand the endless slashing of the meat-grinder-like sword qi storm.
In just a split second, his skin was raked by tens of thousands of wisps of sword qi, and the sparks gradually turned into sprays of blood.
"Ah!"
"Damn it, how can a Martial Venerable be this strong!"
The Martial Saint could no longer withstand Chen Feng's attacks and could only use his hands to desperately protect his vitals.
He let out agonizing screams.
He could clearly feel his tough, gold-and-copper-like skin being rapidly torn apart.
"Stop!"
"How dare you!"
"Stop right now!"
The elders of the Ancient Clan were horrified!
They never imagined that their own Martial Saint would be defeated within just a few moves.
The opponent was clearly just a Martial Venerable, yet his strength was unexpectedly overwhelming.
At this moment, two Martial Saints from the Ancient Clan couldn't hold back anymore and directly attacked.
Chen Feng was completely unafraid.
However, he did not kill the trapped Martial Saint.
To him, this Martial Saint was his first hostage.
And an important bargaining chip for his upcoming negotiations with the Ancient Clan.
Chen Feng ceased his sword qi assault.
He walked up to the bloodied and mangled Martial Saint and pressed a hand against the man's crown.
Unleashing the maximum power of the Northern Dark Divine Art.
While devouring the Martial Saint's vitality, he swept his gaze over the two attackers.
He shouted:
"Come at me one by one, or I'll kill him."
The two Martial Saints, who had already revealed their Martial Domains and were preparing to strike, immediately stopped in their tracks.
Gu Yang also hurriedly yelled:
"Release him first!"
"Our Ancient Clan admits that you are formidable; we concede this round to you!"
"Let him go, and we will send someone else to challenge you!"
Chen Feng sneered.
"I can let him go, but you have to come and take him away yourselves."
"Whoever defeats me gets to take him!"
With that, he loosened his grip, tossing the man onto the ground.
The Martial Saint's vitality and cultivation had plummeted below that of a Martial Disciple.
The skin all over his body was mutilated, turning him into a bloody mess.
Chen Feng stood beside the man as the endless sword qi storm firmly enveloped the two of them.
Because the vitality he had consumed by unleashing the massive sword qi storm was completely restored at this moment.
This also gave him more energy to further strengthen the sword qi storm.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
