Wuhu... Take off."
"Charge!"
Thus, a skeleton, a dog, and a centipede charged forward together, shouting excitedly.
Amidst the tense confrontation between the Imperial Sword Sect and the demonic beasts, their shouts sounded especially pleasing.
For a moment, they attracted everyone's gaze.
Especially since they were charging right into the center of the two confronting sides.
Everyone couldn't help but wonder.
During such a serious confrontation, these three shouting and hollering as they charged in must be idiots unafraid of death, unable to assess the current situation?
In the sky, the expressionless giant face finally opened its eyes.
Revealing a hint of impatience.
With a wave of its hand, it sent out a deep rumbling voice: "Tiger Demon Venerable, go take care of them."
Having spoken, the giant face closed its eyes again.
"Yes!"
The Tiger Demon Venerable respectfully nodded, his body flashed and arrived not far from Lu Benwei and the other two.
"Stop."
Looking down on them from on high, he loudly commanded in a deep voice: "Who are you? How dare you be so bold and make such a racket before Ancestor Seng?"
The Tiger Demon Venerable thought that faced with his demonic aura, a little centipede, a beast, and a human in black robes would be trembling with fear.
However.
These three seemed to not have heard him at all and continued charging this way.
"Courting death!"
The Tiger Demon Venerable was instantly furious, killing intent bursting forth, about to take action and dispose of these three blind fools.
But to his surprise, a giant claw suddenly appeared above him and slapped down at him with astonishing force.
"What kind of idiot is also blocking the way here, yammering on endlessly!"
Accompanied by a disdainful voice, Ao Qing's giant claw instantly arrived above the Tiger Demon Venerable's head.
The Tiger Demon Venerable's expression drastically changed, before he could react, he was slapped down by the claw, eyes bulging out as half his body was embedded into the ground.
"Bro Qing rocks, Bro Qing is awesome!"
Seeing this, the Night Wind Centipede on top of Ao Qing's head immediately cried out ingratiatingly, its entire demeanor becoming cocky and complacent, this was what it meant to cling to the right thigh!
"Daring to block our money-making, truly blind fools. Qing, well done, not bad for my good younger brother..."
Lu Benwei also shouted out praise, dragging his wide black robes as he continued charging forward roaring.
And this scene stunned everyone present.
The Tiger Demon Venerable, one of the strongest among the demon venerables, was slapped to death with one paw by that beast?
Wow!
Having assumed they were fools, they did not expect that beast to have such strength, it was truly unbelievable to them.
However, this sudden change was good news for the Imperial Sword Sect and Li Family's side.
Of course.
The overall situation was still not optimistic.
After all, with Song Ke blocking the way, he was like an insurmountable mountain.
And the Tiger Demon Venerable's death also caused visible anger in the giant face in the sky that had just closed its eyes, and its gaze looked down from on high.
But the three brothers completely ignored the astonished, angry gazes, their eyes fixed only on the small dirt mound the Night Wind Centipede was pointing at.
And the position of this small dirt mound was right in the middle of the standoff between the Imperial Sword Sect and Song Ke's forces.
Then under everyone's gaze, the three brothers finally arrived at the small dirt mound.
However.
Upon nearing it, they discovered a huge rift splitting the small dirt mound into two halves, and there was no treasure the Night Wind Centipede had spoken of at all.
"Damn, where's the money?"
"Where's my money?"
Seeing this scene, Lu Benwei who was excited just a moment ago instantly froze, anxiously stomping his feet on the spot, then grabbed the Night Wind Centipede in his hand and furiously asked: "You tricked me?"
"Big brother, I wouldn't dare, I really wouldn't dare trick you! There used to be a secret chamber under this mound that the old guy I was following hid treasures in, you can still see traces of the secret chamber, and there are still some coins left inside!" The Night Wind Centipede quickly explained.
Hearing this, Lu Benwei walked over and dug through the soil, and indeed, just as the Night Wind Centipede said, there were traces of a secret chamber here, and he found a gold coin.
This was sufficient proof that the Night Wind Centipede did not lie.
But the more this was so, the more upset Lu Benwei felt. The duck had flown from his grasp, how could he tolerate this? He immediately howled furiously, "Just which bastard took my gold coins? Get the hell out here!"
"Big brother, a ground fissure this massive could only have been caused by that zombie face in the sky." Ao Qing's claw pointed towards Song Ke in the sky, perceptively saying.
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Lu Benwei immediately looked up towards Song Ke in the sky.
"So it was you zombie face that lost my gold coins! Quickly get your ass down here and pay me back!"
Hands on hips, Lu Benwei yelled furiously.
Hearing this, the Imperial Sword Sect's side was greatly shocked, also wiping sweat for Lu Benwei's sake. To actually dare speak to Song Ke like that!
Although that beast had considerable strength, in front of Song Ke it was probably still lacking!
Sure enough, wrath emerged on Song Ke's giant face, his mouth writhing as he sent out a heavy voice.
"What are you? How dare you speak to this Ancestor in this manner?"
"Hm?"
As the questioning voice fell, the aura of the giant face in the sky suddenly changed greatly, and at the same time a tremendous coercive pressure bore down on Lu Benwei.
Under this pressure, the Imperial Sword Sect's side all felt unwell, and those weaker cultivators directly slumped limply to the ground.
But Lu Benwei was completely disdainful.
"Don't pretend to be arrogant and prestigious in front of me. Annoying, I hate your kind the most. Hurry up and get your ass down here to talk!"
As he spoke, Lu Benwei flicked up a vine with his foot, grasping it in his hand.
Then, with a light pull!
Seeing Lu Benwei's actions, the giant face in the sky instantly revealed disdain.
But the next moment, his expression drastically changed.
Because from the countless vines and creepers connecting him below, one suddenly transmitted an astonishing power that shocked him.
Under this tremendous power, he was completely helpless to resist, and the entire giant face was forcefully yanked down with a boom.
At this moment.
It was like a mountain peak collapsing, casting a massive shadow over the ground.

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!

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.”

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?