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

"Kill," the Soul Martial Artist at the peak of the Power Realm within the Life and Death Realm, excelled at slaughter.


The blood-colored Soul Power that twined around him matched his blood-colored robe perfectly, and in the blink of an eye, it cut through the seawater and rushed in front of Lin Qian.


At the same time, Kill extended both hands, his fingers slender, his palms seemingly boneless. Only such hands could control with such precision, subtly claiming lives.


Kill's right hand reached for Lin Qian's chin, while on his left, blood-colored Soul Power condensed into a short dagger.


This intent of Kill was clear; he was about to carry out his earlier threat and chop off Lin Qian's tongue!


Just as Kill's right hand was about to touch Lin Qian, a crimson-golden Thunder Sword Qi weaved through the water.


The next moment, Lin Qian had vanished before Kill's eyes, having seized an empty space.


Chapter 227: Blood God Needle