Gu Yang glared at Feng Tengyun.
Opening his blood-filled mouth, he mocked weakly:
"You are nothing but a traitor to Great Xia!"
"You once teamed up with Mr. Bowen to kill a Martial Saint of Great Xia."
"What does it matter to you how many people of Great Xia were killed by the Ancient Clans!"
Feng Tengyun explained expressionlessly:
"I have never betrayed Great Xia!"
"Zhang Bowen and I had different goals; only our methods happened to align."
"I also needed the Martial Saints of the noble families to die in order to break the wealthy families' control over the Martial Arts Guild."
Gu Yang wanted to retort.
The next moment.
A deafening roar echoed.
Endless screams and the cries of children filled the air.
Gu Yang closed his eyes in agony.
He didn't dare to look at the children of the Ancient Clans who hadn't escaped yet.
Nor could he face the injured clansmen at the bottom of the building who were about to be crushed to death.
A massive cloud of dust suddenly billowed from the base of the Wei Center Building.
The skyscraper, standing over seven hundred meters tall, suddenly tilted and began to collapse toward the north.
The building had over a hundred floors.
Heavily injured and without working elevators, many people had only made it halfway down the stairs.
At this moment, they could only panic and cling to the stair handrails.
Feeling the building continuously tilting amidst the violent tremors.
Aside from screaming, despairing, and crying.
They had lost all capacity to think.
Everyone still inside realized the building was collapsing.
And that they were about to meet their deaths.
Outside the building, the people of the Ancient Clans fell to their knees.
Watching this apocalyptic scene.
They could do nothing but break down and wail.
They didn't even try to run anymore.
Despair had made them indifferent to their own survival.
They watched helplessly as the ruined skyscraper crashed down.
Inside were their family members, children, and the clansmen they lived with day and night who hadn't made it out.
Meanwhile.
The fifty Ancient Clan Martial Saints returning from the Kunlun Mountains, along with those returning from various cities, had finally gathered together.
However, their numbers had already been culled by Wei Qianqiu to just over a hundred and twenty-seven.
But Wei Qianqiu had paid a heavy price for this as well.
In the battle so far.
She had slain over a hundred and forty Martial Saints, and her body had reached its absolute limit.
Even the five Vermilion Fruits she had consumed were nearly exhausted.
Looking at the one hundred and twenty-seven Martial Saints completely surrounding her.
She could only smile helplessly.
"What a pity, just a little bit short."
"If you had returned ten minutes later, today's ending would have been exactly as I envisioned."
The remaining one hundred and twenty-seven Ancient Clan Martial Saints.
All wore grim expressions.
They had long been terrified by Wei Qianqiu's slaughter.
Everyone bore injuries, great and small.
Many still had tiny embroidery needles embedded in their bodies.
But they knew they had to fight.
If Wei Qianqiu didn't die, they would.
They could only fight to the bitter end.
Just as they prepared to combine their strength and launch a new round of attacks against Wei Qianqiu.
While over a dozen heavily injured Martial Saints braced themselves for death.
Right then.
A massive rumbling sound caused one Ancient Clan Martial Saint to risk death and turn his head to look.
The next moment, he screamed in panic:
"The building we live in has fallen!"
"Our clansmen!"
"Our families are still inside!"
At this, all the Ancient Clan Martial Saints turned their heads in panic.
They no longer cared about the mortal threat posed by Wei Qianqiu.
Because if the young clansmen died.
Defeating Wei Qianqiu would be meaningless.
They were fighting her to preserve the Ancient Clans.
If the Ancient Clans were gone.
What was the point of fighting?
The one hundred and twenty-seven Martial Saints abandoned Wei Qianqiu.
And rushed madly toward the Wei Center Building.
Watching the rapidly tilting Wei Center Building, Wei Qianqiu frowned slightly.
She hadn't expected such a twist.
But she instantly raised her sword and pursued the stragglers of the Ancient Clan.
Sword light flashed like lightning.
Over a dozen heavily injured Ancient Clan Martial Saints were instantly reaped by Wei Qianqiu.
Then, twenty of them turned around in furious desperation, trying to block her.
"We'll hold her off!"
"You must save our people!"
"Take the clansmen and flee! You must preserve the bloodline of the Ancient Clans!"
...
Despair!
Grief and indignation!
Desolation!
The remaining Ancient Clan Martial Saints gritted their teeth, tears in their eyes!
They were now forced to face this unacceptable reality.
Chen Feng, who had just arrived in the Holy Capital, also saw the collapsing Wei Center Building.
Stripped of its magnificent glass curtain walls, the skyscraper now looked like an unfinished, abandoned project.
It was rapidly tilting and falling.
But the objects and human figures constantly being thrown from within.
Proved that this was no abandoned building.
Especially when he saw a baby tumbling through the air amidst the falling debris of the building.
Without a second thought, Chen Feng burned his own vitality and channeled his Qi and blood.
Merging the Dragon Elephant Prajna technique with the Heavenly Cripple Kick, he stomped fiercely onto the ground.
A muffled boom.
Transmitted into the earth.
His figure was instantly catapulted forward.
The ground within a hundred-meter radius suddenly and bizarrely caved in over ten meters deep.
Before kicking up a towering cloud of dust.
Pushing his Micro-Steps to the absolute limit, Chen Feng achieved a state of man and sword as one, slicing through the air as if it were a quagmire.
It allowed him to seemingly shrink the very ground beneath his feet.
In an instant, he appeared directly beneath the collapsing skyscraper.
A towering golden martial arts phantom, a hundred meters tall, stood majestically.
Deafening elephant trumpets and dragon roars echoed through the heavens.
They could be clearly heard even a hundred miles away.
Chen Feng gritted his teeth!
Attempting to forcibly shoulder the collapsing skyscraper.
Millions of tons of weight instantly crushed him down onto one knee.
"Indestructible!"
"Golden Body!"
The earth instantly caved in.
The hundred-meter-tall golden martial arts phantom.
Had its feet almost completely submerged into the ground.
Although it was the martial arts phantom holding up the building.
The fulcrum of the phantom was the user himself.
Chen Feng could feel it.
In just a split second, his right shoulder blade cracked.
The knee of the leg kneeling on the ground let out a sickening crack.
Shattering into pieces on the spot.
Even so, he managed to free his left hand to catch the falling baby.
"Giggle..."
A string of innocent laughter reached Chen Feng's ears.
The baby, who had nearly lost its life and reincarnated on the spot, acted as if it had just experienced something incredibly fun.
Kicking its little feet and waving its hands wildly.
It appeared exceptionally excited.
Its dark, round eyes stared straight at Chen Feng, laughing joyfully.
Seeing this scene.
Chen Feng also broke into a wide, relieved smile.
However, his trembling body and the blood continuously seeping through his teeth.
Revealed that his current condition was far from good.
The instigator, Mi Chuan, the moment he severed the building.
Immediately slipped away.
He knew full well the consequences of being discovered by the Ancient Clans.
Meanwhile, Feng Tengyun, holding onto Gu Yang, looked at the golden martial arts phantom shouldering the skyscraper.
Always expressionless, he now furrowed his brows deeply.
"A hero of Great Xia!"
"Does he also want to be the hero of the Ancient Clans?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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?!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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!
