The Holy Capital.
To better conduct the trial of the Ancient Clan.
The Martial Arts Association had constructed a massive platform amidst the ruins in the center of the Holy Capital.
Communication equipment and generators were temporarily set up.
They worked tirelessly until the afternoon before everything was ready.
The Martial Arts Association had also invited countless journalists to attend this moment that was absolutely destined to go down in history.
At the same time, countless martial artists traveled day and night, flocking to the scene.
They wanted to see with their own eyes the Ancient Clan receiving their deserved punishment.
Meanwhile, people all over the world were glued to major news platforms.
Together, they witnessed this historic scene.
The press conference had not yet begun.
Journalists from major platforms had already started their live broadcasts.
They displayed the devastated Holy Capital, the former capital of Great Xia, to the eyes of the whole world.
Everyone was shocked by the environment at the scene.
Especially those who had once set foot in the Holy Capital of Great Xia.
Seeing the once-prosperous Holy Capital turned into a pile of ruins overnight, they could not help but sigh.
Some people posted old photos of the Holy Capital online, creating various before-and-after comparisons.
"It's truly hard to imagine just how intense this battle was."
"The heroes of Great Xia are simply a miracle. They actually wiped out the Ancient Clan."
"I heard many others participated, and it's said that Great Xia even deployed a Half-step Martial God."
"I really don't understand. Since Great Xia has such a profound foundation, why didn't they just go to war directly when the Ancient Clan first came out of seclusion?"
...
For a time, countless speculations surged across the internet.
The Great Xia Martial Arts Association.
Also disclosed some important details of this battle.
Foremost among them was Wei Qianqiu.
Who killed a total of over two hundred Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan.
The second was Chen Feng, who killed thirty-seven Ancient Clan Martial Saints at the White Tiger Abyss.
And in the Holy Capital, he killed three Ancient Clan Martial Saints and captured twenty-eight alive.
Ranked third was a mysterious figure who killed fifty Ancient Clan Martial Saints.
It was said he lived in Kunlun City and went by the title of the ancestor of the Wang family.
In any case, even the authentic Wang family ancestor, Wang Zun, did not know this person.
Ranked fourth was Dugu Sword Demon, who beheaded eleven Ancient Clan Martial Saints.
Lastly was Wang Zun, who killed five Ancient Clan Martial Saints.
Great Xia's Half-step Martial God Wei Qianqiu and Peak Martial Saint Dugu Sword Demon sacrificed their lives in this battle.
Seeing the news disclosed by the Great Xia Martial Arts Association.
The whole world was shocked.
"Oh my god! Half-step Martial Gods are actually real."
"Good heavens! One person killed over two hundred Martial Saints? Those are Martial Saints we're talking about!"
"It's truly terrifying. I haven't even seen as many Martial Saints in my entire life as she has killed."
"I heard that Wei Qianqiu cultivated the Sunflower Manual! I practice the Sunflower Manual too, hahaha..."
...
Wei Qianqiu's battle record made the whole world pay close attention.
Countless people began digging up all the news they could find about Wei Qianqiu on the internet.
In the end, the information they obtained was extremely limited, but every single piece was awe-inspiring.
The ancestor of the Wei family, the number one aristocratic family in Great Xia.
Passed away at the age of three hundred and seventy-one.
Cultivated the Sunflower Manual, known as a Saint-tier cultivation method.
Especially after the details about the cultivation method were exposed.
The other three continents thoroughly boiled over with excitement.
Back in the day, when Zhang Bowen publicly disseminated the Sunflower Manual online.
Many people, coveting this quick-success cultivation method, demonstrated their courage and determination.
It caused quite a stir at the time.
The surgical operating rooms of many hospitals were fully booked by practitioners of the Sunflower Manual.
One doctor recalled.
Back then, he spent a whole month continuously cutting off meatballs.
On average, he helped forge a martial arts master every ten minutes.
Now, as soon as Wei Qianqiu's battle record blew up.
The Western Continent once again set off a craze for cultivating the Sunflower Manual.
These people all harbored the same thought.
The next Half-step Martial God would be me.
Moreover, the batch of people who cultivated the Sunflower Manual over a decade ago.
Of those still alive today, every single one was a master.
In the past, these people would be mocked for practicing the Sunflower Manual.
Now, these people had completely turned their lives around, almost all becoming internet celebrities.
Countless people, right after finishing their surgeries, would seek these people out to become their apprentices and learn their skills.
Some even sold online courses, achieving financial freedom.
Furthermore, a special community emerged across these three continents because of this.
The Sunflower Manual Dating Society.
Influenced by Wei Qianqiu's battle record, these Sunflower Manual masters suddenly made fortunes.
Going from being discriminated against to being sought after by everyone.
These people finally used this event to end their single status, successfully making many boyfriends or girlfriends, and were never lonely again.
For a time, posters of Wei Qianqiu were hung all over the world.
Becoming the idol of all those who practiced the Sunflower Manual.
Soon.
In the live news broadcast.
That living legend, the Great Xia hero Chen Feng, appeared on camera.
Then Wang Zun made his entrance.
The two of them sat in the very front row.
There were also the branch presidents of the Great Xia Martial Arts Association.
Sitting behind the two of them.
Finally, the Ancient Clan felons wearing handcuffs and shackles.
Were all brought up and made to kneel on the plaza.
The moment the Ancient Clan members appeared.
Countless insults immediately echoed throughout the scene.
Over the years, the younger generation of the Ancient Clan had committed an unknown number of evil deeds.
They had ruined the lives of countless young men and women.
Especially during the last Ancient Clan Grand Competition.
The Ancient Clan's practice of not treating outsiders as human beings.
Pushed the whole world's disgust for the Ancient Clan to its absolute peak.
Those who had specifically come to watch the trial of the Ancient Clan.
Many had been persecuted by the Ancient Clan themselves.
Seeing the miserable state of the Ancient Clan now, each and every one of them was incredibly agitated.
They felt a sense of profound vengeance being fulfilled in their hearts.
"You damn bastards, you never thought this day would come, did you!"
"The heavens see all, and the heroes of Great Xia spare no villain!"
"The Ancient Clan must be exterminated! Blood must be paid with blood!"
"My daughter! Rest in peace! The heroes of Great Xia have avenged you!"
"I will definitely watch them get executed with my own eyes!"
"You demons, I curse your entire clan to never be reincarnated for all eternity!"
...
Listening to the insults and vicious curses at the scene.
Those Ancient Clan members who were brought up all turned pale and trembled all over.
They absolutely never imagined that these outsiders actually hated the people of the Ancient Clan this much.
A few young people wet themselves in fear right on the spot.
Because from the curses of the surrounding crowd, they knew what they were about to face.
Especially those vicious curses.
Continually amplified their fear.
"Don't kill me! I don't want to die!"
A young man broke down on the spot.
Unable to hold back, he began to cry and shout loudly.
A single stone stirs up a thousand ripples.
Soon, several more young men and women, unable to bear the mental pressure and the fear of death.
Also followed suit, crying and begging for mercy.
"I haven't done anything bad, they were the ones who offered themselves to me voluntarily."
"Please don't kill me, I'll do anything you ask."
"I'm so beautiful, I don't want to die! Doesn't Great Xia say that good looks are justice!"
"I even donated money to your clubs, please don't kill me!"
...
Hearing the pleas for mercy from the young men and women of their clan.
Those Ancient Clan Martial Saints whose cultivation bases had been crippled all looked ashen-faced.
Now, even if Chen Feng didn't order their execution.
They no longer had the desire to live.
At this moment, none of them knew what their previous desperate battles had even been for. The Ancient Clan had scattered its strength, ultimately leading to its own destruction, all for the sake of nurturing the younger generation. Yet, to suffer the annihilation of their entire clan for these worthless pieces of trash, was it really worth it?
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!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?!
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!
