“Suanni?”
“Why is this guy here?”
Yin Hu had originally planned to swallow him in one bite.
But after giving it some thought, he decided against it.
The fellow looked like he’d be too hard on the teeth.
Sensing the changes outside, Suanni finally opened his eyes for a glance.
The gray stone coating his entire body began to crumble away.
Dust billowed into the air.
“Yin Hu?”
“Did you set me free?”
Yin Hu could not even be bothered to look at Suanni.
“Go on waiting here to die.”
“I don’t have time to waste on you.”
With that, he immediately set off in search of the next forbidden site where demons had been sealed.
Back then, the Eight Great Forbidden Lands had served as formation nodes that kept the grand array running.
The eight strongest demon kings had been imprisoned within them.
The other seven had all been sealed away through various methods.
Only Suanni had been imprisoned while he was asleep.
Everyone else had already finished their business, yet he still had not woken up.
Along the way, Yin Hu casually devoured several people foolish enough to get in his way.
…
At this moment, Su Yuanshan’s men were scattered throughout the Kunlun Mountains.
They were searching every area for the ghost mound stone coffins.
Chen Feng and the remaining survivors were also doing everything they could to kill Su Yuanshan’s men.
They had even found an entrance to an underground tunnel and fought their way inside.
But many parts of the tunnel had collapsed because of the recent battle.
As time passed,
a second wave of people whose consciences had finally stirred arrived at the Kunlun Mountains one after another.
From the surveillance livestreams, they had already learned that, due to Su Yuanshan’s wide-ranging attacks,
corpses now lay everywhere throughout the Kunlun Mountains.
Yet only after seeing it with their own eyes did they realize
just how vast the difference was between watching it on a screen and experiencing the scene in person.
Corpses packed tightly together. Holes packed tightly together.
Even those without trypophobia felt their scalps go numb, goosebumps rising all over their bodies.
Many immediately began to vomit.
Even those who managed to hold it in
were trembling slightly.
They felt as though they had entered hell.
A terror rose from the depths of their souls.
Wang Hao was vomiting as well.
After he finished,
he suddenly realized
that many people had stopped in their tracks, too frightened to enter the Kunlun Mountains any farther.
He inwardly cursed.
Wiping the filth from the corner of his mouth, he shouted,
“We’re going to die sooner or later! What are you cowards afraid of?”
“This is our time to be heroes!”
“As long as we charge in, every one of us will be a hero!”
“And there are heroes of Great Xia in the Kunlun Mountains, ready to live and die alongside us!”
Having said that,
he immediately unleashed the power of a Martial Venerable
and took the lead, charging into the Kunlun Mountains.
With him setting the example, people quickly began to feel their blood boil again.
Then one person after another followed him in.
As their numbers grew,
those who had hesitated out of fear
were inspired by the spirit of these pioneers.
Their courage returned, and they clenched their teeth as they charged into the Kunlun Mountains.
Seeing all those people following behind him,
Wang Hao could not help grumbling inwardly,
“Even when I’m putting on a show before I die, I still have to invoke the name of Great Xia’s heroes!”
“Every bit of glory goes to that brat Chen Feng!”
Before long, they encountered Su Yuanshan’s men.
A fierce battle erupted at once.
Meanwhile,
after stabilizing his injuries, Su Yuanshan slowly rose to his feet.
Step by step, he ascended toward the sky.
The Star-Absorbing Grand Technique began to circulate once more,
driving away the dark clouds that filled the heavens.
The bright moonlight spilled across the land.
By its light,
he looked toward the sites of battle scattered throughout the Kunlun Mountains.
With a single step, he crossed into the battlefield.
And began a one-sided massacre.
At this moment, he had no arms, and his appearance was utterly miserable.
Yet his arrival still filled everyone with terror.
Wherever Su Yuanshan passed,
people were drawn into the sky.
As their feet left the ground,
they could only struggle desperately, roar in fury, and frantically unleash martial techniques.
But it was all in vain.
No matter how they struggled, they could not break free from that pulling force.
As their bodies rose, their vital energy and blood drained away at an astonishing rate.
In the end, before they could even reach Su Yuanshan,
they were drained dry and died.
After devouring their vital energy and blood,
Su Yuanshan’s injuries rapidly began to heal.
The surveillance cameras around the surrounding areas once again captured footage of Su Yuanshan.
When viewers across the world saw him slaughtering the survivors,
they were all overwhelmed by grief and outrage.
“Su Yuanshan has appeared! The War God from the Wang family has been defeated!”
“How could this happen? Isn’t justice supposed to prevail?”
“Don’t good people get their due? Why did they have to die such horrible deaths?”
“Almost everyone is dead. Who knows how many Ghost Mound stone coffins they managed to open?”
…
Just as audiences around the world were discussing it,
a sword aura that shot into the heavens
drew Su Yuanshan’s attention.
By the time he arrived,
Zhao Bing had already cut down five Martial Saints who had come to seek refuge with him.
Su Yuanshan did not care about the deaths of such fence-sitters.
He merely looked at Zhao Bing and praised him sincerely.
“Your swordsmanship is formidable. You have already touched the threshold of a half-step War God.”
“As long as you live, you will surely become a War God someday.”
“You’re several leagues better than that half-baked master of yours!”
Zhao Bing looked at Su Yuanshan.
There was not the slightest trace of fear on his face.
Instead, he immediately unleashed his strongest sword strike yet—
the Sixteenth Sword he had comprehended.
The sword hummed and trembled.
A flash of sword light instantly tore across the sky.
“A mayfly shaking a tree!”
Using the Star-Sucking Technique, Su Yuanshan forcibly twisted the trajectory of that sword aura.
At the same time, he pulled Zhao Bing off the ground.
Zhao Bing struck out with several more sword slashes.
But the gap between him and Su Yuanshan was simply too vast.
Moreover, Su Yuanshan had already recovered considerably from his injuries.
Zhao Bing had no chance to retaliate at all.
In only moments, the vital energy and blood cultivation of this peak Martial Saint plummeted to the level of a Martial Venerable.
At that moment,
Liu Weiwei, who was engaged in a chaotic battle in the distance, spotted Zhao Bing being lifted into the air.
The instant she saw Su Yuanshan taking action personally,
despair filled her heart.
If no one could hold Su Yuanshan back,
then all those who remained would be lambs awaiting slaughter.
“Scatter and run!”
“Find somewhere to hide if you can!”
“If even one of you can escape, do it! Don’t all throw your lives away at Su Yuanshan’s hands!”
Liu Weiwei shouted at the junior brothers and sisters beside her.
Then, without hesitation, she charged toward Zhao Bing.
“Heaven Falls, Earth Shatters!”
With a sharp cry,
an enormous phantom foot came crashing down from above.
Su Yuanshan merely cast it a disdainful sidelong glance.
Without bothering to dodge, he directly devoured the force of the Heaven-Disabled Kick.
Faced with Su Yuanshan’s overwhelming, utterly superior power,
Liu Weiwei’s face turned pale.
She knew that she would likely die here today.
Even so, she gave everything she had, rushing up before Su Yuanshan and unleashing the Northern Darkness Divine Art.
This time,
Su Yuanshan said with interest:
“So this is the cultivation technique Chen Feng taught Xiaoyan!”
“I heard it’s called the Northern Darkness Divine Art!”
“You really did strike gold with that master of yours!”
He could sense it clearly.
His Star-Absorbing Art was actually locked in a tug-of-war with Liu Weiwei’s Northern Darkness Divine Art.
Although he had the upper hand,
it would still be difficult to rapidly devour her vitality and blood energy.
Even so, the corners of his lips curled into a smile.
“If I kill you, Shuangshuang will definitely hate me, won’t she?”
“What a pity!”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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?"
