Just as the one-armed young man was puzzled,
Chen Feng roared:
"What are you staring at? Run for your life!"
Though Chen Feng wasn’t afraid of the remaining eight men,
if he couldn’t win, he could always flee.
But if he escaped, that young man wouldn’t stand a chance.
The young man froze for a moment before snapping back to reality.
He had just witnessed Chen Feng coughing up blood.
He knew Chen Feng must be injured.
How could he run at such a critical moment?
But his right arm was already severed, blood pouring out.
He was too weak to fight any longer and needed immediate treatment for his wound.
Staying would only be a burden.
He bowed deeply to Chen Feng and said,
"Words cannot express my gratitude."
"If I make it out of Kunlun alive, I will repay you for saving my life."
Tears welled up in his eyes as he turned and fled.
He didn’t know if his savior would survive Kunlun.
But if he lived, he would find a way to repay him.
If Chen Feng died in Kunlun, he would seek out his family.
His smart glasses had a 100-megapixel ultra-HD camera.
Once he escaped, he would release the footage of his savior.
Surely, someone would recognize Chen Feng’s family or friends.
This debt of gratitude—he would spend his life repaying it.
Seeing the young man escape, one of the eight invaders immediately gave chase.
Chen Feng wouldn’t give him the chance.
With a burst of power from his Heavenly Crippled Kick, he lunged at the pursuer.
The other seven attackers struck again.
The man who wanted to chase had no choice but to defend himself.
Chen Feng clashed with all eight once more.
This time, he was forced back over a dozen steps, blood spilling from his lips again.
The eight invaders, however, were also shaken by his fused palm technique, their organs churning in discomfort.
But they remained unharmed.
"Forget the one-armed brat! Let’s kill this guy first!"
"Doesn’t he look familiar?"
"Yeah, he does."
Suddenly, all eight felt a sense of recognition.
One of them pulled out his phone and opened his gallery.
Inside was a wanted poster—Chen Feng’s face.
"It’s Chen Feng! The bounty is a billion!"
The others crowded around the screen, their expressions turning to shock.
From their conversation, Chen Feng realized—
he had been marked by these invaders.
A bounty of one billion!
Even he was tempted.
Now that they recognized him,
Chen Feng knew they wouldn’t bother chasing the one-armed youth.
Without hesitation, he turned and ran.
The eight men panicked and gave chase.
"A billion is right in front of us! Don’t let him escape!"
"Even if we kill him, we’ll still get a hundred million!"
"Watch my Shadowless Kick!"
A lanky middle-aged man suddenly accelerated, leaving the others behind.
Chen Feng loved lone wolves like this.
Once the man closed within ten meters,
Chen Feng activated the North Star Divine Art in his Heaven-Man Unity state.
The pursuer had been thrilled to close the gap so quickly—
until he felt his blood and energy surging uncontrollably out of his body,
streaming toward Chen Feng like a trickling brook.
"Oh my god!"
"What’s happening?!"
Instinctively, he slowed down, trying to retreat.
But Chen Feng turned and grabbed at him.
The man kicked at the outstretched hand—
only for Chen Feng to seize his ankle without flinching.
North Star Divine Art!
A jolt like an electric shock surged through him.
His brain short-circuited on the spot.
Another fast-moving invader, confused by his comrade’s sudden halt,
rushed to assist.
"Bone-Disrupting Grasp!"
His hands clamped onto Chen Feng’s arm—
and then he, too, froze, convulsing uncontrollably.
Right now, Chen Feng feared no physical attacks.
If they had used energy-based strikes—palm gusts, sword beams, or blade auras—
he might have had to block or dodge.
But anyone who dared touch him was just delivering themselves to his doorstep.
By the time the remaining six caught up,
the two fastest were already spent.
Eight had become six.
Chen Feng decided to test his limits again.
One against six—the battle resumed.
This time, relying on his superior techniques and Heaven-Man Unity,
Chen Feng barely held his own.
But this was only because the invaders were foreigners,
their grasp of Great Xia’s martial arts still shallow.
If they were natives, he wouldn’t have had it so easy.
As they fought,
Chen Feng maintained his North Star Divine Art’s absorption field.
Gradually, the six invaders realized—
their blood and energy were leaking away,
draining straight into their enemy.
Chen Feng’s reserves remained untouched.
The six invaders, their energy plummeting,
began to waver.
But the sight of a billion-dollar bounty kept them pressing forward,
hoping to claim victory.
The outcome was inevitable.
By the time the first collapsed, the rest tried to flee—
but it was too late.
Meanwhile, the one-armed young man ran ten kilometers
before finally collapsing in exhaustion.
He found a hidden cave,
bandaged his wound,
and relied on a top-tier warrior’s tenacity to survive.
Half a month later, he finally escaped Kunlun’s mist.
Emergency medics rushed to treat him.
The Martial Arts Association notified his family at once.
The first thing he did upon reuniting with them—
hand over his smart glasses.
"There’s footage of my savior in here.
Post it online—search the entire network for his family.
He risked his life for me. I must repay him."
Remembering Chen Feng standing alone against ten,
spitting blood after taking on eight,
his heart swelled with endless gratitude.
Tears fell once more.
His parents and sister followed his instructions,
uploading the footage in search of Chen Feng’s loved ones.
The moment the Kunlun footage went live,
countless viewers tuned in—
especially the Martial Arts Association,
eager to see the situation inside the mountain.
When they witnessed the invaders slaughtering Great Xia’s warriors,
public outrage erupted.
Watching the one-armed youth flee and hide,
it was like a horror movie—
hearts clenched in suspense.
Then came the final segment:
Chen Feng appearing out of nowhere,
taking on ten alone,
killing two on the spot.
The audience cheered.
But before the young man escaped,
Chen Feng had clearly been injured by the eight,
coughing up blood.
Countless viewers lamented.
"Ah… one against eight is just too much."
"At the peak level, winning against those odds is nearly impossible."
"How did so many invaders get in? What’s the Martial Arts Association doing?"
"That young man was strong… but he probably didn’t make it."
"Doesn’t anyone else think this person looks just like Chen Feng?"
……
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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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?!
