The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms merged with the Tathagata's Divine Palm.
Suddenly, they descended from the sky.
Dozens of massive palm shadows enveloped over a dozen invaders.
By the time those below heard the dragon's roar and Buddhist chants above their heads, it was already too late.
The colossal palm strikes crashed onto the ground with thunderous force.
The invaders caught within had no time to react before they were all severely wounded and collapsed.
Chen Feng's ambush was executed flawlessly.
Sixteen invaders were eliminated on the spot.
Taking down over a dozen enemies in a single strike—
This feat left everyone utterly stunned.
The invaders recoiled in fear, retreating hastily.
The dozens of elderly warriors finally found a brief moment to catch their breath as the pressure on them lessened.
Wang Hao recognized the ambusher at a glance.
He shouted excitedly:
"Chen Feng!"
He never expected Chen Feng to take out so many enemies in one move.
But before Wang Hao could say anything more—
Countless invaders surged from all directions once again.
The faces of all the Great Xia warriors turned grim.
The overwhelming tide of enemies, combined with those already in pursuit—
Their numbers far exceeded anything Chen Feng had ever imagined.
"How can there be so many?!"
At a glance, there were at least thousands.
An elder roared in urgency:
"Break through now!"
"We can't all die here!"
"At least one of us must escape and deliver the news—the Dragon Vein is about to fall!"
The Dragon Vein—about to fall?!
Chen Feng's eyes widened in disbelief.
He didn’t understand what was happening,
But it was clearly tied to the sheer number of invaders.
There was no time to think.
Several elders were already charging forward, risking their lives to break through.
The younger warriors also bellowed as they rushed at the enemy.
At this moment, everyone was prepared to die.
One severely wounded youth, knowing he couldn’t escape death,
Chose to drag an invader down with him in a final act of defiance.
Suddenly, Wang Hao shouted at Chen Feng:
"Chen Feng, how fast can you run?!"
"Can you outpace a top-tier martial artist?!"
Chen Feng froze, unsure of Wang Hao’s intent,
But he nodded instinctively.
Wang Hao immediately yelled:
"We’ll carve a path with everything we’ve got!"
"Cover Chen Feng’s escape!"
Another young warrior protested:
"He’s only at the Warrior level—how can he outrun a top-tier martial artist?"
"We should protect Wang Hao instead! He’s the strongest among us!"
Wang Hao snapped:
"Bullshit!"
"I’m only temporarily stronger."
"Chen Feng is just twenty-one—his future potential far surpasses mine!"
"If the Dragon Vein is destroyed, Great Xia’s future will need a prodigy like him!"
Hearing this, the others fell silent.
They had all heard of Chen Feng’s exploits.
Reaching the Warrior level at such a young age, while not the highest,
His comprehension was peerless—he had mastered three Heaven-tier martial techniques to perfection.
A feat almost no one could match.
Unprecedented in history.
And likely never to be surpassed.
Soon, they all agreed.
Chen Feng, the prodigy, must survive for Great Xia’s sake.
They would sacrifice their lives to ensure his escape.
Several elders shouted:
"This side is the weakest!"
"All forces, attack here!"
"Chen Feng, you must escape!"
A dozen elders traded their lives for an opening.
A bloody path was forged in an instant.
The invaders recoiled in fear—
None were willing to die pointlessly when victory was already assured.
The remaining elders fought desperately, throwing themselves into the fray.
Chen Feng watched as his comrades fell one by one.
Only now did he realize—
The so-called "Opening of Kunlun"
Was a brutal war.
A war between Great Xia and all those who coveted its secrets.
At this moment, Chen Feng unleashed his full power without restraint.
Dragon roars and Buddhist chants echoed across the battlefield.
Every step of his Heavenly Cripple Kick shook the earth.
No invader could withstand a single strike from him alone.
Even four attackers joining forces
Were sent flying by a single palm strike.
Everyone was stunned by Chen Feng’s overwhelming strength.
"Oh my god! Is this really just a top-tier Warrior?"
"Why is the gap between us so vast?!"
"What kind of technique is that? Its power is terrifying!"
...
Wang Hao grew even more convinced—protecting Chen Feng was the right choice.
The others, too, now fully agreed.
Amid the chaos, Chen Feng seized an invader.
He needed to replenish his stamina.
The might of his techniques depended on his energy reserves.
The North Sea Divine Art activated instantly.
The invader’s energy surged uncontrollably into Chen Feng’s body.
His companions, unaware of what was happening,
Only saw him trembling violently after clashing palms with Chen Feng.
Their hands seemed fused together.
One comrade rushed to pull him free—
But the moment he touched him,
His own energy spiraled out of control.
Soon, both were convulsing wildly.
Others rushed to help,
Only to get caught in the same trap.
One by one, they joined the chain, twitching and foaming at the mouth.
The remaining invaders backed away in horror,
Refusing to go near the nightmarish scene.
Chen Feng’s energy reserves were already full.
The excess energy dissipated harmlessly.
The bizarre phenomenon quickly drew attention.
An elder, well-traveled and knowledgeable, stared at Chen Feng in shock.
He muttered in disbelief:
"Star-Swallowing Art!"
The name sent chills through the crowd.
The Star-Swallowing Art—
A forbidden technique of the devouring cult, the Heaven-Swallowing Society.
It drained others’ energy to fuel one’s own cultivation.
A vile and ruthless martial art.
Banned outright by the Martial Arts Alliance.
All eyes turned to Chen Feng with suspicion.
Wang Hao asked, voice strained:
"Chen Feng... are you a member of the Heaven-Swallowing Society?"
Chen Feng released his grip, letting the drained bodies collapse.
He replied calmly:
"Relax. I’m not one of them."
"And this isn’t the Star-Swallowing Art."
But no one believed him.
They had just witnessed him drain over a dozen men dry.
What else could it be?
Wang Hao and the others were torn.
Fighting on, yet now questioning—
Was saving Chen Feng the right choice?
Chen Feng understood their dilemma.
He couldn’t blame them.
The North Sea Divine Art and the Star-Swallowing Art were nearly identical.
Explaining the difference now was pointless.
Even if he did, it wouldn’t matter.
Any technique that stole another’s energy was taboo.
But with the Dragon Vein at stake, Chen Feng had no choice.
What he didn’t know was—
A month ago, his energy-draining ability had already been exposed to the world.
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?!
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!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
