Under Wang Zun's shocked gaze.
Dugu Sword Demon aged rapidly.
At the same time, a massive blood-red sword phantom appeared in front of him.
The sword phantom gradually solidified, looking as if it were forged from fresh blood.
Its scarlet color was blindingly bright.
It was so vivid that it sent a chill down the spine of everyone who saw it.
Su Yan and the eleven Martial Saints clearly felt an inexplicable wave of panic.
It was the feeling of having a blade pressed against one's neck, hanging by a mere thread.
Su Yan frowned.
She shouted loudly:
"There is no way back!"
"Today, they must die, or else we will!"
The Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan naturally understood this logic.
They joined forces with Su Yan and struck out simultaneously.
Dugu Sword Demon grinned, revealing a crazed smile.
He stretched out his withered arm and said to Wang Zun:
"Take the Chunjun sword and leave!"
"I hope your future Taiji Sword can surpass this strike of mine."
The moment Dugu Sword Demon grasped the hilt.
Everyone's hair stood on end.
Even Wang Zun felt the same.
His only sensation was that his life no longer belonged to him.
Dugu Sword Demon's sword intent reached its absolute peak in an instant.
The sword had not yet been drawn.
But its intent was already slashing at their very souls!
Without a second thought, Su Yan immediately fled.
Dugu Sword Demon looked at Su Yan fleeing at the critical moment and chuckled.
He looked up at the sky and roared:
"Watch closely, this strike is called!"
"One Sword!"
"Severing Worlds!"
With a casual wave of the sword solidified from his vital blood.
The blood sword vanished in an instant.
A resounding sword cry echoed for a thousand meters.
Blood-red sword energy instantly rippled outward.
Fleeing, Su Yan looked down in disbelief.
She saw that her upper body was still rushing forward.
But her lower half was gradually failing to keep up the pace.
She hadn't felt a thing.
She had been inexplicably sliced in half at the waist.
Losing the support of her dantian, her body crashed uncontrollably to the ground.
She tumbled for dozens of meters before coming to a halt.
As for the ten Ancient Clan Martial Saints who had maintained their offensive, their fate was even more tragic than Su Yan's.
With blank expressions, they fell to the ground in pieces.
Wang Zun stared blankly at the dismembered pieces of the Ancient Clan members that had fallen by his feet.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.
Moistening his dry throat, he then said:
"Slaying eleven Martial Saints with a single sword!"
"You..."
He looked at Dugu Sword Demon, just about to speak.
Only to see that Dugu Sword Demon had already lost all signs of life by this point.
His once dark and shiny hair was now dull and gray.
His aged skin was covered in deep wrinkles.
Yet, a proud smile remained on his face.
His body still stood as straight as ever.
His right hand was loosely clenched, maintaining the posture of his recent sword swing.
Wang Zun let out a heavy sigh.
He hoisted Dugu Sword Demon's body onto his shoulder with one arm and quickly left the area.
In a grassy field a hundred meters away.
Su Yan watched Wang Zun leave and let out a self-deprecating smile.
"Truly worthy of being my great-grandfather!"
"A single sword strike wasted one of my Vermilion Fruits."
As she spoke, she took out a Vermilion Fruit and popped it into her mouth.
The moment the Vermilion Fruit entered, it transformed into a surge of pure energy that flowed through her entire body.
Of course, only her upper half received this energy support.
Su Yan immediately executed the Northern Light Divine Art to rapidly absorb this pure energy.
Stimulating her limbs, they began to regenerate and grow quickly.
Kunlun Mountains.
Four Symbols Chasm.
Chen Feng finally finished transmitting his cultivation.
Zhao Bing felt the changes in his body with utter shock.
The admiration he held for his master grew even more blind.
"Truly worthy of being my master!"
"Not only can a casual remark from him trigger an epiphany."
"But he can also use an empowerment technique to make the imparted martial art directly reach the state of Heaven and Man as One."
Zhao Bing immediately tested his movement speed.
His figure instantly left behind a series of afterimages, appearing a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, Liu Weiwei couldn't help but feel a pang of envy.
When Zhao Bing returned, he looked extremely excited.
"With such movement speed! Combined with my sword techniques!"
"I fear it will be hard to find an opponent among my peers!"
"I now have the confidence to battle a Martial Saint!"
Chen Feng's eyelids twitched.
He hadn't expected his disciple's ego to inflate right on the spot after the skill transmission.
He was even more arrogant than his master.
He himself relied on nine martial arts that had reached Heaven and Man as One, coupled with the enhancement of the Qilin Body.
Only then did he dare to consistently fight above his level.
His disciple only had two Heaven and Man as One techniques and already wanted to clash with a Martial Saint.
That was truly bold!
Chen Feng hurriedly advised:
"Zhao Bing, absolutely do not be impulsive!"
"I imparted these skills to save your life, not to let you throw it away."
"All battles fought above one's level are desperate struggles for survival!"
"Unless it is absolutely necessary, never do something so dangerous."
His biggest fear right now was that Zhao Bing would fight just for the sake of fighting.
Specifically seeking out a Martial Saint for an over-leveled battle.
Zhao Bing nodded.
"I understand, unless absolutely necessary, I will not fight above my level."
"Unless I can't help myself."
Chen Feng and Liu Weiwei were rendered completely speechless.
What do you mean, 'unless I can't help myself'?
After the transmission ended.
Chen Feng immediately set off for the Holy Capital.
He wanted to see exactly what had happened.
Liu Weiwei's speed couldn't keep up with Chen Feng at all.
Even Zhao Bing was left far behind by Chen Feng within just a few breaths.
"Truly my master!"
"Even with a Heaven and Man as One movement technique, the gap between us is still so vast!"
Little did he know, Chen Feng was currently going all out.
Micro-Steps of Lingbo, Heavenly Cripple Kick, and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art.
All three techniques were operating simultaneously.
He also used the Man-Sword as One state of the Fifteen Deadly Sword Strikes to slice open the air in front of him, which felt as thick as a quagmire.
Coupled with the formidable enhancement of the Qilin Body.
His speed alone was already virtually unmatched in this world.
Chen Feng had learned from Liu Weiwei.
That the upcoming grand battle in the Holy Capital would determine the global situation.
If Wei Qianqiu won.
Great Xia would restore order.
If Wei Qianqiu lost.
The Ancient Clan would continue to poison Great Xia.
However, Chen Feng still couldn't figure out.
Why Wei Qianqiu dared to wage war against the Ancient Clan.
If this pillar of Great Xia fell.
Great Xia would likely decline under the Ancient Clan's hands for many years.
Chen Feng deeply felt his own lack of strength.
The role he could play in this battle was far too small.
Yet, he still decided to head to the Holy Capital.
To offer his own warmth and shine a light for Great Xia.
Speeding all the way.
When he was still a hundred miles away from the Holy Capital.
Chen Feng could feel the fierce collisions of vital blood.
At the same time, he saw large crowds continuously fleeing the core area of the Holy Capital.
The roads were jammed with vehicles everywhere.
Meanwhile, on another side.
Feng Tengyun met up with Mi Chuan.
They stood at the top of a deserted skyscraper.
Watching Wei Qianqiu battling a thousand meters away.
"This old monster of the Wei family is too formidable, isn't he!"
"Even if I'm here, I can't intervene?"
Feng Tengyun looked into the distance expressionlessly.
He carefully considered all the details of the situation.
Finally drawing a conclusion, he analyzed:
"We must make a move."
"Once Wei Qianqiu is defeated, we will still have to live under the shadow of the Ancient Clan."
"Wei Qianqiu shouldn't have been in such a sorry state to begin with, the communication facilities and power stations around the Ancient Clan were completely destroyed."
"The Ancient Clan doesn't have a perfect intelligence network of their own, so their reaction speed shouldn't have been this fast!"
"I've thought about it over and over, and I can only think of one person who might help the Ancient Clan."
"Su Yuanshan's daughter, Su Yan!"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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?"
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.”
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...
