The flood dragon was sealed in ice, its form frozen solid.
But the Dragon God Technique was still in motion.
At the critical moment,
the martial arts phantom of the Dragon God Technique burst through the ice layer, slamming into Su Yuanshan.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the flood dragon forcibly twisted its body,
shattering the ice.
At the same time, under her control, the sea surged into a hundred-meter wave, hurtling toward the coastal city of Donghai.
The flood dragon knew that was where Su Yuanshan's home was.
Strike where he must defend—buying herself some breathing room.
Facing the flood dragon's trick,
Su Yuanshan smiled with disdain.
He swung his Frozen Palm.
In an instant, the hundred-meter wave turned into a mountain of ice.
Boom!
Thunder rumbled.
A bolt of lightning struck straight at Su Yuanshan.
Yet before the lightning could even reach its target,
it was forcefully devoured by the Star-Absorbing Art.
Still, this bought the flood dragon some time.
When Su Yuanshan turned his attention back to capturing the flood dragon,
she was nowhere to be found on the sea's surface.
"Indeed, catching her in the sea is troublesome—slippery as an eel."
"Lucky you got away!"
At that moment, on the shore of Donghai City, countless onlookers were staring at the massive iceberg floating on the sea.
The incident quickly made the news.
The headline read: "War God of Xiandu, Su Yuanshan, Sends Flood Dragon Fleeing in Panic."
In the eyes of the public,
neither the flood dragon nor Su Yuanshan was a good person.
They all hoped the two would tear each other apart.
Yet these people also gained a new appreciation of Su Yuanshan's power.
Even the flood dragon,
when facing this killing god, could only run for her life.
...
The flood dragon fled in one breath to the other side of the world.
Then she coiled up in the deep sea.
"If I hadn't cultivated the Dragon God Technique, there's no way I would have escaped this time."
"No wonder the Dragon Soul of the Qinglong Tomb told me to practice human cultivation techniques."
Recalling the brief battle earlier,
she felt a lingering terror in her heart.
She had truly experienced, firsthand, the terror of a top-tier human War God.
Elsewhere.
Wang Zun had been practicing swordsmanship with Zhao Bing.
Suddenly, someone reported
that Su Yuanshan and the flood dragon had fought.
The two quickly opened the news.
They saw a blurry surveillance feed from Donghai City—
a video lasting only a few seconds.
A figure
waved a hand, freezing the sea surface solid.
Without a doubt, that figure was Su Yuanshan.
Beneath the surface, there was a massive dragon-shaped silhouette—
clearly the flood dragon.
Then a golden dragon phantom shot out, only to be shattered by a single palm strike from Su Yuanshan.
The next moment, the ice exploded.
The unfrozen parts of the sea surged into monstrous waves, attacking Donghai City.
But in an instant, they turned into hundreds of icebergs, each a hundred meters tall.
At the same time, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky.
Yet the moment it touched Su Yuanshan, it fizzled out.
After watching the news,
Wang Zun couldn't help but marvel at Su Yuanshan's power.
Back when he had faced the flood dragon, he could barely even stand.
But in front of Su Yuanshan,
the flood dragon could only flee.
After watching the news, Zhao Bing said,
"It seems my swordsmanship is still far too weak."
"My path of the sword still has a long way to go."
Wang Zun shook his head with a wry smile.
He knew very well how strong this martial arts fanatic was.
When the two sparred,
if Wang Zun didn't use his Tai Chi Fist, he was no match for Zhao Bing.
As for his Tai Chi Sword—it was still far behind.
He could never quite grasp the feeling he had with Tai Chi Fist.
However, Wang Zun had a vague, inexplicable premonition.
If he were to unleash his full-power Tai Chi Fist in perfect harmony between heaven and man,
it would trigger heavenly tribulation!
But recalling the scene when Yin Hu had endured his tribulation,
he still hesitated to attempt breaking through to War God.
Mainly because he had zero experience.
If he got struck dead by lightning, not only would his death be meaningless,
it would be utterly unjust.
...
There was one other person in the world
who broke out in a cold sweat for the flood dragon.
After watching the news, Mi Chuan saw that the flood dragon hadn't been captured,
and only then did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.
He still dreamed of one day becoming a War God to seize the Dragon Pearl.
If Su Yuanshan got to it first,
wouldn't that mean Mi Chuan had lost his life's ambition?
For the sake of his dream,
Mi Chuan dialed Feng Tengyun's number again.
"Old Feng! How have you been lately?"
Feng Tengyun asked directly,
"Just tell me what you need."
Mi Chuan chuckled.
"Right now, even drinking cold water boosts my qi and blood."
"You know, I've been stuck at the peak Martial Saint for a long time."
"As for how to become a War God, I have no experience either."
"So I was hoping to pick your brain."
Feng Tengyun said plainly,
"The key to becoming a War God is martial realm."
"When your realm is reached, the tribulation should come."
Mi Chuan frowned and asked,
"Realm? What realm?"
"Honestly, don't tell anyone else—"
"But my techniques have already reached harmony between heaven and man. That's the peak. What other realm is there?"
Feng Tengyun said indifferently,
"The gap between one who reaches harmony between heaven and man and another is also vast."
"Just like dozens of you at heavenly harmony couldn't beat a single Wei Qianqiu."
Mi Chuan looked distressed.
He felt that heavenly harmony was already his limit.
It wasn't that he didn't want to go further—
it was that he had no idea how.
He couldn't help complaining,
"Who knows how Old Monster Wei trained?"
"Anyway, I don't have those perverts who cut off their own manhood."
After hanging up on Mi Chuan,
Feng Tengyun gathered a dozen of his most trusted confidants to study how to resurrect the Ancient Clan Brothers next year.
These dozen people—
Feng Tengyun was certain—had no spies among them.
Not only because they were his old subordinates,
but because if there were a spy, Su Yuanshan would surely have found out by now.
And with Su Yuanshan's temper,
he wouldn't have let them live another second.
After discussing all the arrangements,
Feng Tengyun brought up the most critical point of the entire plan.
"When do we make our move?"
"Next year is definitely out of the question—next year is when Su Yuanshan resurrects his wife and child."
"If we dare to crash that party, not only will nothing get done, but I'm afraid none of us would survive."
"And what will Su Yuanshan's reaction be when he learns about this?"
"Can we convince Yin Hu to help hold Su Yuanshan back?"
"Whether Yin Hu can even hold Su Yuanshan back is a big question."
Listening to all the analysis,
Feng Tengyun quietly stared at the dossier in his hands.
It was intelligence on the ghost tombs that he had collected from Aiden before Su Yuanshan's resurrection.
The hexagrams of the Ancient Clan Brothers' ghost tombs were easy to remember,
because Gu Banjin had set them up himself.
So from the day the stone coffins of the ghost tombs appeared,
the Ancient Clan Brothers had occupied the trigrams of Qian for Heaven and Kun for Earth—
unchanged ever since.
Feng Tengyun finally made the final call.
"Stay on standby, adapt to the situation."
"If there's no opportunity next year, don't force it. But once a chance appears, seize it immediately."
"If after Su Yan is resurrected, they make any outrageous moves—"
"then we'll have to find ways to create our own opportunities."
From start to finish,
Feng Tengyun's greatest worry was Su Yan after her resurrection.
A group leader of the Devourer Club combined with a ruthless, invincible War God—
if they intended to do something anti-human,
he truly had no idea how to handle it.
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?!
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, 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?"
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