Kunlun City.
Jin Youxi was also watching the television excitedly at this moment.
She shouted loudly,
Long live Master!
My master is indeed the most excellent man in the world.
Wang Hao also could not help but say in his heart,
As expected of my, Wang Hao's, brother.
Saying that, he took out his phone and posted a very old photo of him and Chen Feng.
Not long after, he saw his follower count skyrocketing.
Yin Hu picked up a brightly colored formaldehyde squid and put it into the hot pot.
Looking at his old friend on the TV, he clicked his tongue in wonder,
I did not expect this useless man to be so popular.
It makes me miss him a little bit.
Xiandu.
Liu Weiwei looked excited, feeling a sense of shared glory.
Master had always been her pride.
Seeing her master recognized by everyone, she also felt very happy.
Shuangshuang's little face was also flushed red.
He did not expect his father to be so amazing.
To actually be the great hero of so many people.
He was just like a big star.
Su Yan poured herself a glass of red wine.
She watched with interest this man who had changed her destiny.
Little Master really does me proud.
It is a pity that Little Master has grown up and is not as cute as before.
In the future, he might even be my biggest stumbling block.
I hope when he makes a move on me, he will not be so ruthless.
Su Yan looked at the highly anticipated figure, her eyes gradually blurring.
A new plan for the future had already sprouted in her heart.
It seems that a good marriage still needs me, the wife, to maintain it.
Shengdu Stadium.
After all the contestants walked out,
Many cell phones were left on those seats.
Almost all the phones had live streams or video calls turned on.
Then, leaning against the back of the chairs,
The cameras were pointed in Chen Feng's direction.
After many people left,
They were worried in their hearts whether the Great Xia hero would encounter an accident.
So they left their phones behind, attempting to record what happened next.
If the Great Xia hero left safely,
Then everyone would be happy.
If the Great Xia hero could not leave alive,
Then they wanted to record the hero's final moments.
To let the whole world see what this hero had done for the world once again.
...
The heavily injured Zhao Bing finally woke up.
His first sensation upon waking up
Was hearing the sky-shaking shouts coming from outside the stadium.
Long live the Great Xia hero!
As soon as he opened his eyes,
He saw a thin but upright young man standing in front of him.
Wearing ordinary sportswear paired with common sneakers.
This familiar outfit, coupled with that familiar face,
Made Zhao Bing immediately realize that
Master had really come.
Moreover, he surprisingly found that
The arms he had cut off himself had now grown back.
A wave of emotion welled up in his heart.
He knew that the only miraculous medicine capable of making his severed limbs regrow was the extinct Vermilion Fruit.
Chen Feng turned around and looked at Zhao Bing, who was slowly getting up.
He handed over the Chixiao Sword.
Among all my disciples, you are the one who worries me the most.
Zhao Bing looked at the Ancient Clan Martial Saints glaring like tigers eyeing their prey all around.
And the empty arena.
He realized that his master might have already fallen into a dangerous situation.
He said apologetically,
I am sorry, it is all my fault for dragging Master down.
Chen Feng smiled faintly.
Hurry up and leave! Only after you leave can I go all out to shake off these people.
Remember, call me when you get to a safe place.
After speaking, he turned back to look at the crowd of Ancient Clan Martial Saints.
Zhao Bing wanted to say something.
But reason told him it was best to follow his master's instructions.
Then he quickly headed out of the arena.
Gu Yang stared at Chen Feng and said,
Everyone has left.
When are you going to release our people?
Chen Feng sat cross-legged on the spot. The three Ancient Clan hostages had already been knocked unconscious by him.
They were lying on the ground in front of him.
As long as he raised his hand, he could send these three people to their deaths.
Do not be in a hurry, I still have things I want to ask you.
Since the Ancient Clan is already invincible in the world, why do you still need to sacrifice children to the flood dragon?
What other conspiracies does your Ancient Clan have?
Hearing Chen Feng mention this matter,
Gu Yang and a few insiders immediately turned ugly.
Ye Xing had also died today.
In less than ten days, it would be the next flood dragon sacrifice.
They still had to find a way to find someone to take over Ye Xing's work.
At the same time, they had to send more Martial Saints to monitor the ruins of Linhai City.
To prevent what happened last time from happening again.
However, those unknowing Ancient Clan members could not help but point at Chen Feng and scold,
That is a false accusation, stop throwing dirty water on our Ancient Clan.
How could our Ancient Clan members do such a heartless thing?
That was all a conspiracy of the Ye family, attempting to curry favor with the Ancient Clan's divine beast, the flood dragon.
Chen Feng, I warn you not to push your luck.
...
Chen Feng frowned.
Seeing the Ancient Clan's attitude, he knew he would not be able to get any answers.
Chen Feng just sat on the ground and confronted the Ancient Clan for a full hour.
It was not until he received a call that Zhao Bing had arrived in Xiandu that he slowly stood up.
He looked at the crowd of Ancient Clan Martial Saints and said his final words before leaving.
There is an old saying in Great Xia.
It is called he who commits many injustices is doomed to ruin.
The Ancient Clan will definitely pay the corresponding price for everything they have done.
The next moment, Chen Feng crouched down abruptly.
The Heavenly Cripple Kick and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill were pushed to their limits.
The sneakers on his feet could not bear the heavy load and burst on the spot.
At the same time, a soaring sword aura enveloped his entire body.
Everyone knew what Chen Feng was going to do next.
At this moment, the more than three hundred Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan also narrowed their eyes, secretly gathering their strength, ready to strike.
Gu Yang scolded,
We have already kept our promise.
Now it is time for you to leave too!
At this moment, it was not just the Ancient Clan.
Countless pairs of eyes all over the world were staring intently at the screens.
Watching this tense moment.
No one believed that the Ancient Clan would let the Great Xia hero go so easily.
After all, Chen Feng was the number one public enemy of the Ancient Clan.
Chen Feng revealed a smile.
He did not dare to be the slightest bit careless at this moment.
Pieces of milky white scales appeared on the surface of his skin.
The moment they completely wrapped his skin,
Heaven and Earth Rebirth!
The Heavenly Cripple Kick, fused with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, suddenly exerted force, and the steel arena exploded with a bang.
The ground collapsed into a giant pit tens of meters in radius, leaving behind a huge pair of footprints.
The Shengdu Stadium trembled at this moment.
Chen Feng's entire body instantly soared into the air and disappeared from his spot.
He walked on air using the Lingbo Microsteps.
The Fifteen Deadly Swords of heaven and man united, in a state of man and sword as one, directly slashed open the air above, instantly breaking the sound barrier.
Indestructible Golden Body!
Chen Feng shouted loudly.
The moment the golden astral energy shield expanded,
Dozens of Six Meridians Divine Swords and various sword auras chased right after him.
It made Chen Feng's scalp tingle.
No matter how strong he was, it was impossible for him to fight hundreds of Martial Saints head-on as a Martial Venerable.
Below,
Gu Yang arrived beside the three Ancient Clan hostages in a flash.
Then he roared,
Kill him!
At this moment, the entire Shengdu Stadium was like an earthquake.
It trembled continuously.
Over three hundred figures soared into the sky.
The coercion of Martial Saints swept out.
The people originally gathered outside the stadium now fled in panic.
No one wanted to die in vain.
However, after fleeing for some distance, the crowd all looked up at the sky, hoping that the hero of Great Xia could make a successful getaway.
The viewers who had been waiting in front of their screens had now lost the video feed.
The live broadcast showed nothing but a shaking stadium and massive clouds of billowing dust.
Yet, they kept their eyes glued to the monitors.
Everyone waited in nervous anticipation.
Waiting for news to arrive, be it good or bad.

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?"

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”