Zhao Xiaofei realized that he had made a mistake.
He felt deeply remorseful.
He stood still, feeling the enormity of his grave error.
He was an unforgivable sinner.
"I... I'm sorry!"
Zhao Xiaofei knelt on the ground, pounding his fists, his emotions crumbling.
If only he had stayed further away, he wouldn't have given Chu Yuan a chance to escape.
For a moment, even Du Sen and the others didn't know what to say.
But as the team captain, how could Du Sen not comfort his teammate when he saw him in such pain?
"It's okay, Xiaofei. You've done well."
"Yeah, he got away this time, but we'll get him next time."
"Don't blame yourself. Elder Zhou beat Chu Yuan so badly, even if he escaped, he won't live for long."
The members of the Firefox Team tried to console him.
The audience also sent barrage messages in support of Zhao Xiaofei.
[Alright, enough talking.]
[Exactly, he's willing to sacrifice his life to protect us. What have you done?]
[He's so badly injured, barely human anymore. He won't last long.]
"With the leader gone, the remaining Death Coffin esper will be easier to deal with."
"Why are you all chattering over there? Do you think I, Dao Master, would let that brat escape?"
Zhou Quan spoke up, instantly quieting everyone down.
He hung another bell on the hilt of his sword.
With a hand gesture and a pinch, the long sword flew into the air.
"Go!"
In an instant, the sword turned into a streak of light and soared into the sky.
"I have the Soul Chasing Bell. Even if that kid runs to the ends of the earth, he'll obediently hand over his head to me!"
[F*ck! Isn't this the legendary Flying Sword Technique?]
"Taking someone's head from a thousand miles away, it must be the Flying Sword Technique."
"I'm broadening my horizons. This is a plot that only exists in novels, and I'm actually seeing it in real life!"
"It's so mind-blowing! I can't take it anymore. I want to go to Longhu Mountain!"
"Dao Master is now my only idol! Yan Dongxu is second!"
"No wonder the Superhuman Alliance invited him to be an elder."
"Yeah, even though he's young, his strength speaks for itself."
Du Sen and the others were dumbfounded, and Yan Dongxu found it unbelievable.
After this battle, he had to learn from Zhou Quan and improve his skills.
The world had changed drastically, and without some strength, one couldn't even guarantee their own safety.
"Zhao Xiaofei, don't blame yourself. I deliberately let Chu Yuan copy your ability," Zhou Quan said with an evil smile.
After hearing this, everyone was stunned.
They all showed expressions of confusion.
Yan Dongxu suddenly understood.
"I get it! Zhou Quan is setting up a deadly trap."
"This guy's heart is truly dark! Hahaha."
[What does that mean?]
[???]
"Don't pretend to be mysterious. Explain quickly!"
"Come on, come on!"
A large barrage of messages urged them.
"Zhao Xiaofei's spatial movement consumes his life force, his lifespan. So he can't use it continuously."
"The farther the distance, the more it consumes."
"Chu Yuan copied Zhao Xiaofei's ability, so he also inherited this drawback."
"Although he escaped, with the flying sword chasing him, Chu Yuan will undoubtedly keep using his movement ability."
"The fate that awaits him is easy to imagine."
"Zhou Quan is toying with Chu Yuan!"
Yan Dongxu smiled as he explained to everyone.
【So that's how it is!】
【Don't say anything, you two brothers are not good-hearted at all.】
【Birds of a feather flock together, both of them are wicked through and through. I like it!】
...
After a while, Zhou Quan's peachwood sword returned.
The blade was stained with fresh red blood.
Everyone stared at Zhou Quan, curious about what had happened.
"Zhao Xiaofei, stop blaming me. Come and take us to see." Zhou Quan said proudly.
"Wait! Take me there too!" Yan Dongxu shouted from upstairs.
Du Sen saw this and flames ignited from his body as he flew into the air to catch Yan Dongxu.
"Oh my, I thought you were going to set me on fire!" Yan Dongxu exclaimed, relieved.
Zhao Xiaofei touched the blood on the peachwood sword with his hand and sensed Chu Yuan's location.
Then he opened the spatial portal.
After everyone entered, they were shocked by the scene before them.
Inside the luxurious hotel, there were more than a dozen bodies lying on the ground.
Du Sen saw these bodies and said excitedly, "They are all Chu Yuan's subordinates. All of them are elite-level supernaturals."
Hiss!
Everyone took a cold breath and exclaimed in disbelief.
On the surface, it seemed like releasing the tiger back to the mountain, but in reality, it was a strategy to catch big fish. They had directly crushed Chu Yuan's forces in one fell swoop.
Daoist cultivators were already terrifying, and what was even more terrifying was that this guy also knew military strategy.
"Not bad, you're stealing my thunder. But you really make me proud!" Yan Dongxu patted Zhou Quan's shoulder and said with a smile.
Everyone was immersed in the joy for a while, but soon someone discovered that Chu Yuan's body was not found in the room. However, someone found a severed heel on the ground.
"Ah, suddenly I feel a little sympathetic towards Chu Yuan. But you really went too far. I never realized you could be so ruthless before," Yan Dongxu said, embracing Zhou Quan's shoulder.
【Hahaha, I can't stop laughing.】
【Having the heel chopped off is no joke. How is he going to run now?】
【I guess Chu Yuan must be cursing up a storm right now.】
【Not just cursing, I bet he has cursed Zhou Quan's ancestors for several generations.】
【If I could learn this technique, I would definitely eliminate evil for everyone.】
【Master! Take me as your disciple!】
...
Seeing the bad guys being killed, the audience not only wasn't afraid but rather delighted, as if it were New Year's.
The barrage in the chat was filled with joy and schadenfreude.
Everyone felt a sense of revenge being fulfilled, which was extremely satisfying.
"Let's continue the pursuit. I sense Chu Yuan's aura in several places," Zhao Xiaofei said excitedly.
At this moment, he no longer cared about his own life. He threw the pills Zhou Quan gave him into his mouth, unleashed his full power, and opened spatial portals one after another, shuttling back and forth with everyone.
Every time they arrived at a location, they would always find several "parts" of Chu Yuan.
A severed hand, a piece of posterior calf muscle, a section of intestine.
Everyone had become accustomed to seeing such things.
Finally, they arrived at a grassy area in the outskirts where they found the dismembered body of Chu Yuan.
Although Chu Yuan had lost some facial skin, his condition was like that of an eighty or ninety-year-old man.
His body was hunched, his eyes cloudy, his skin devoid of elasticity, and even the little remaining facial skin was covered in wrinkles.
Zhou Quan arrived by Zhao Xiaofei's side and smiled, saying, "Why be surprised? It's all thanks to you. His vitality was depleted by the side effects of your superpower. You are the real hero."
Tears welled up in Zhao Xiaofei's eyes.
Just a moment ago, he was truly regretful and filled with self-blame.
He never expected that his negligence would instead lead to a great accomplishment, wiping out all the Death Coffin superhumans of the Chu Yuan lineage.
He was truly grateful to Zhou Quan and Yan Dongxu.
These two individuals had granted him a new lease on life.
"Although this guy is dead, the Death Coffin behind him still exists. Let's not celebrate too soon," Zhao Yunyun interjected.
"Big sister, you're really spoiling the atmosphere! So many innocent people died, and we finally managed to kill this guy. What's wrong with being happy for a moment?" Yan Dongxu scornfully remarked. If it weren't for Zhao Yunyun being difficult to deal with, he really wanted to challenge her to a wrist-wrestling match.
"Hmph, I'm just saying that because I see you being too smug and feeling dissatisfied in my heart. What's wrong with that? Well, I have to admit, you did bring all of this to an end," Zhao Yunyun said huffily, while at the same time casting an appreciative glance at Yan Dongxu.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
