Crack, crack——
As he spoke, the Clown took out two grenades and pulled the pins right in front of these mercenaries.
The grenades were spoils of war from capturing Zhang Qiang and his men last time.
The reason why he did this was because......
The moment the Clown pulled the grenade pins, he clearly felt a tangible sense of fear energy drilling into his body!
Gurgle——
With a hideous smile at the corner of his crimson lips, he threw the two grenades into the group of mercenaries!
In that instant, as dozens of mercenaries felt the fear between life and death, the Clown's body was further enhanced!
Just as the group of mercenaries turned around to flee in all directions, he pounced forward, stab!
A short dagger instantly pierced through the back of the heart of the mercenary closest to him!
"Heeheehee! President Wu said, that's allowed!"
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
Not until the Clown secretly stabbed the fourth mercenary in the back did those mercenaries react!
It seemed like the explosion time of these grenades was...a bit long?
In an instant, dozens of eyes stared straight at the Clown.
The Clown, who had just raised the dagger in his hand, froze for a moment. He stood still, blinked, then made a grimace at the ferocious mercenaries in front of him: "Woo hoo hoo~(~┰~*)"
Bang, bang!
With two soft sounds and a faint wisp of smoke rising, at this moment, all the mercenaries only felt like a crow had flown over their heads, "Caw——"
Across from them, the Clown turned around and ran away.
Tap tap tap tap!
A burst of gunshots rang out. The Clown lay flat on the ground without moving.
Those mercenaries put down their guns and slowly approached.
Just as all the mercenaries surrounded the motionless Clown on the ground, suddenly, the Clown lying on the ground moved.
This movement scared all dozens of mercenaries!
Then, a bolder mercenary bent down to examine the Clown's injuries. To his astonishment, not a single bullet had successfully penetrated the Clown's body.
The kinetic energy and destructive power of firearms seemed to have completely disappeared in this moment.
Swish——
Whoosh!
The half-sitting Clown raised his hand and slashed with the knife.
The short, sharp dagger lightly slid across this mercenary's neck, and blood splattered everywhere.
Seeing that their weapons were useless against humans, all the mercenaries instantly lost their will to fight.
They had cautiously surrounded him, but now scattered like frightened birds and beasts.
The Clown grinned, wiped his bloody dagger on his back waist, then raised both hands again, this time grasping a large handful of short daggers!
"Wuhu~!!"
With a ghostly shriek, the Clown jumped in place doing a tango. At the finale pose, he spun around in place, sending all the spinning daggers flying out of both hands!
The Clown then stood in place, facing the empty night sky, making a bow of thanks gesture like at the end of a dance performance.
Swish swish swish swish——
In the blink of an eye, all of the mercenaries had identical red slashes across their throats.
Only one ability user was left, alone in the back of the convoy vehicles.
This ability user was quite handsome, with slicked hair and a neat suit and tie.
When the blood-stained Clown stood in front of him, he elegantly adjusted his tie and shakily took out a cigarette, needing several tries to light it.
"Phew——"
Exhaling a wisp of smoke in a melancholy, hoarse voice: "If there is a way for me to see tomorrow's morning sun......"
"Would you kindly tell it to me, please?"
The corner of the Clown's mouth twitched violently. This couldn't possibly be an idiot, could it?
He asked coldly: "What is your ability?"
"Phew——"
The man elegantly exhaled another wisp of smoke and said faintly: "Time manipulation."
The Clown laughed.
"Show me a manipulation, do it nicely, and I'll spare you."
This time, the man elegantly flicked some ash off his cigarette and whispered: "My ability coefficient is 1.6. That may not sound low, but for my ability, it's barely useful."
"Because this ability has very high coefficient requirements."
"At critical moments, I can only make time stagnate or accelerate for a few seconds. Not very useful."
The Clown asked doubtfully: "Certain critical moments?"
The man rolled his eyes. "You filthy man, I know what you're thinking. Yes, it's exactly what you think."
The Clown was shocked. "You are?!"
"I'm a man too, I just have the pure heart of a maiden inside." The man stretched out an orchid finger gesture as he spoke.
Bang!
The Clown forcefully suppressed the urge to vomit, stepped forward and smashed his fist into this delicate face.
......
Ahead on the highway.
Because the rear convoy was just ambushed, the off-road vehicles that had been chasing Sun Ying's group from the wilderness on both sides of the highway broke off for a stretch after a period of chasing.
Because these people had already discovered the rear convoy was out of touch.
With the crisis resolved, everyone in Sun Ying's car let out a sigh of relief.
Sun Ying: "Finally safe......"
The chubby middle-aged man's complexion also improved somewhat, but he still watched their surroundings out the window, looking left and right cautiously.
"Stop the car!"
Suddenly, the middle-aged man spoke.
Wei, who was driving, immediately pulled over. With his car stopped, the three cars in front and behind all stopped as well.
The middle-aged man took a few deep breaths and said: "Notify the lead car to make a U-turn immediately, we're going back!"
"What?!"
Sun Ying said in surprise: "President Wu, we're not going to Yun City?"
"No more!"
President Wu waved his hand. "Nothing is more precious than life. If we keep going forward, we'll only go deeper into the X Region. The further we go, the harder it will be to turn back, and the more enemies there will be!"
"Besides, the Group doesn't necessarily have to partner with the doctors at that small clinic!"
Sun Ying hesitated. "But his prosthetic limbs......"
President Wu's expression instantly darkened. He looked at Sun Ying and said: "That doctor got the prosthetic limbs he gave you last time from who knows where. He can't produce that kind of prosthetic himself, understand?"
How could Sun Ying not understand President Wu's implication? This was his superior. Sun Ying could only reluctantly nod.
Thus, the Starlight Group's convoy made a U-turn in place, changing the rear to the front as they started moving in the direction they had come from.
Soon after, they encountered the Clown approaching from behind.
The two sides met, and the Clown once again parked his car sideways across the middle of the road.
Two security mercenaries employed by the Starlight Group got out of the lead car.
These two men raised their weapons, pulled back the bolt, and wanted to walk forward to debate with the Clown.
The Clown also got out of his car and closed the door, walking toward the two men.
In the Clown's back seat, an exquisite-faced man with a collapsed nose gazed longingly out the window, melancholy as he said: "Oh stars, you see the tragedies of the human world......"
Tap tap tap tap!
The gunshots rang out first.
Stab, stab!
Next, the Clown stabbed the two Starlight Group mercenaries in the throat, one knife each.
Casually slapping away the bullets stuck on him, the Clown cut off the heads of the two mercenaries and continued walking forward.
"Hey! What are you doing?!"
"He attacked our men! Open fire!"
Tap tap tap tap!
Stab, stab——
Stab!
Stab!
On the first two vehicles of the Starlight Group convoy, the Clown calmly stabbed everyone with a single knife.
The last two who tried to escape tripped and were stabbed by the Clown's flying dagger.
When the Clown came to the third vehicle in the convoy, the vehicle Sun Ying and the others were sitting in, the Clown raised his hand to reveal eight bloody heads clutched in his hand.
He casually threw the eight heads onto the hood of Sun Ying's vehicle. Thump, thump, thump——
The heads rolled to the ground.
Next, the cold voice of The Clown came through clearly to the four people in the car: "The one surnamed Lu said you are very important to him."
In an instant, the four people in the car understood somewhat why those who had been pursuing them had suddenly left.

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!

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

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?!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”