Dusk in a Midsummer’s Day

Among the professional strategy warfare gamers on earth, Lin Qian easily emerged as the strongest within the industry. After all, there weren’t many who could defeat a perfect example of a hardcore casher!
With a twist of fate, the extravagant gamer left the world in an unfortunate accident. Leaving behind his wealth, he was transmigrated.
In this new world, Lin Qian had absolutely nothing he could be proud of. As an alchemist, his brewing pot exploded. As an iron welder, cast-iron turned scrap metals. Not to mention, his dismal talents extended to spiritual arrays and beyond. Besides his slightly above average talent in cultivation, he did not possess anything else that had even a slight semblance to a talent.
Yet, life was not all bleak. On one fateful day, he discovered a revolutionary change. The mega-empire which dominated the gaming servers, the very land which he reigned over as emperor, had followed him through his transmigration. Not just so, the invulnerable generals, lieutenants, and the million men army had escaped the realm of mere codes and gained the breath of life.
Now, as living beings, they swore their allegiance and lives to him, their Peerless Emperor.

The Peerless Emperor

Blood splattered, and within the light column, Ye Xin could clearly see a hand covered in fresh blood, protruding from Lin Qian's lower back—the hand belonged to Nan Xin.


"Whoosh!" Lin Qian looked at Nan Xin in disbelief as a mouthful of blood sprayed out.


Nan Xin sneered as he withdrew his hand, while Lin Qian clasped his abdomen and staggered backward a few steps, collapsing to the ground.


"This is absolutely impossible," Zhang Juncheng, from within the light column and atop the base, was also at a loss due to the scene unfolding before his eyes, "Your soul was sealed within your own body by me; it simply shouldn't be possible for you to take action."


Initially, it was his own body that he had used to seal Nan Xin's soul.


Since Nan Xin's soul was still sealed within the body of someone from the Human Clan and not his own, he couldn't exert much strength—his combat power was even less than that of someone in the Shape Origin Realm.


Chapter 100: Happy and Surprised