"Bastard, get that sword away from me!"
The kidnapped twin girl shouted with a fierce expression, her pretty face pale and bloodless as she stared at the blade resting against her chest.
"I've never seen someone so despicable and perverted!"
"Don't move. My blade is sharp. If my hand slips, I might accidentally cut you. And then, well... your future children won’t have any motherly love."
An Yi pressed the sword down slightly, issuing a warning.
The girl gritted her teeth but didn’t dare scream.
Looking at the trembling blade, she could already imagine the scene—blood spraying everywhere if it came down!
A shiver ran down her spine.
"You beast!"
"As long as you behave, I won’t cut you."
An Yi grinned and pressed the sword down again.
The girl:
"Let Yuan Yuan go!"
The other twin sister clenched her teeth in fury.
"Yuan Yuan?"
An Yi glanced downward. Indeed, the name fit—plump and perfectly round!
Lin Mei'er watched An Yi with amusement.
This brat’s moves were always so unpredictable.
An Yi frowned at the other twin’s flat chest and remarked, "You two share the same mother, but you got the short end of the stick, huh?"
"You bastard!"
The other twin sister flushed with rage and raised her sword to strike!
Ahem!
An Yi cleared his throat and tapped the blade against Yuan Yuan’s body, making it sway slightly as a warning.
"Sis, don’t—!"
Yuan Yuan, still held hostage, was on the verge of tears.
Poisonous Young Master Xue Ming observed An Yi and said leisurely, "Since you seem so fond of Yuan Yuan, why don’t we settle this peacefully? We could arrange her marriage to you."
An Yi raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? You were just trying to kill my brother, and now you’re offering me this big-chested girl as a peace offering?"
Xue Ming’s eyes darkened as he glared at An Yi.
An Yi met his gaze, a confident smirk playing on his lips.
The tension in the room thickened.
Then—a delicate hand quietly took An Yi’s and pressed it against something soft.
In an instant, his mind went blank.
A dirty trick!
How could she—this sensation—
"Ah!"
An Yi let out a sharp cry.
Yuan Yuan, seizing the moment of his distraction, stomped hard on his foot and twisted free, delivering a swift chop to his wrist!
An Yi flicked his hand, sending a gust of wind that sent Yuan Yuan flying back.
At that exact moment—
Xue Ming’s eyes turned icy as he seized the opportunity to strike!
A hidden dagger shot from his sleeve, aiming for An Yi’s neck.
An Yi barely spared him a glance before a combat knife materialized in his hand, blocking the attack effortlessly.
Then, his sword transformed into a vicious arc of light, slashing toward Xue Ming’s face.
The blade suddenly erupted with a two-meter-long sword aura!
"Young Master, watch out!"
A giant man wielding a massive hammer roared, anticipating An Yi’s move.
The hammer swung down toward An Yi’s skull.
An Yi hesitated—if he continued his attack, he’d be struck by the hammer in the next instant.
"Fine. Scram!"
His expression turned cold as the sword shrank back to its original length and shot toward the hammer-wielder like a streak of light.
Whoosh!
The blade pierced straight through the hammer.
The giant man barely dodged in time, tilting his head just enough to avoid being skewered.
The demonic sword, Dragon Fang, missed by a hair’s breadth—embedding itself deep into the bar’s wall!
The giant man’s face drained of color, his back drenched in cold sweat.
Had he hesitated even slightly, that would’ve been his head!
The entire room was stunned by An Yi’s ruthless display.
Wang Yuan stared blankly.
Only now did he realize—he and An Yi were from completely different worlds.
Lin Mei'er’s phoenix eyes flashed with anger. "My bar! If you want to fight, take it outside!"
Xue Ming retreated, studying An Yi thoughtfully.
Among the younger generation, few could match this level of skill—those who could were rare.
And most of them, he knew.
A name surfaced in his mind.
Yuan Yuan sobbed in her sister’s flat-chested embrace.
The sister’s gaze was frosty as she raised her sword. "You’ve insulted my sister one too many times. I’ll kill you!"
"Kill me? Not so easy."
An Yi smirked.
"This girl—small chest, big mouth!"
He snapped his fingers.
Clink!
Dragon Fang returned to his hand in a flash of light.
The move stunned the crowd again.
It wasn’t particularly difficult—just a basic Qi manipulation technique—but the effect was undeniably cool.
"Lucky for you."
An Yi flicked his wrist, and the sword vanished.
Xue Ming’s eyes locked onto the black ring that had appeared on An Yi’s finger, a sinister smile creeping onto his face.
He seemed to have figured something out.
That reaction, that power, the sword appearing and disappearing at will...
"Poisonous Young Master" Xue Ming spoke slowly, "If I’m not mistaken, you’re the recently infamous ‘Night Emperor,’ aren’t you?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
"Seriously? You recognized me? Am I that famous?"
"Night Emperor An Yi?"
Lin Mei'er’s interest deepened.
So this brat had ties to her stoic nephew, Lin Chen?
She’d heard rumors about An Yi and Lin Chen’s exploits.
A few months ago, they’d joined forces against the Heaven Organization, defeating assassins like Butcher.
Days ago, they led a group of young martial artists to destroy a Joyful Sect outpost, rescue a holy maiden, and slaughter a group of demonic cultivators from the Hundred Ghosts Sect.
They’d made quite a name for themselves in the martial world.
But why was he shamelessly using Lin Chen’s name?
Since he’d been exposed, An Yi didn’t bother hiding it.
"You know me?"
"I am Poisonous Young Master, Xue Ming."
Xue Ming spoke calmly.
At just thirty, he was already a notorious figure in the martial world.
Any knowledgeable martial artist would tremble at his name.
Unfortunately, An Yi wasn’t one of them.
"Night Emperor An Yi, leading the Asura Gate to annihilate the Joyful Sect and battle the Hundred Ghosts—your deeds have spread far in the martial world. How could I not recognize you?"
Xue Ming smiled politely, though his ghastly face made it look eerie.
An Yi alone wasn’t much of a threat.
But the fact that he commanded so many talented fighters suggested a formidable backing.
The Asura Gate, a newly emerged faction, had already drawn the attention of major sects.
The Five Poisons Sect was powerful, but even they didn’t want to provoke this rising force.
"You’ve admired me for a long time? So I’m your idol, huh?"
An Yi grinned.
"Tell me, what exactly do you admire about me?"
Xue Ming:
This guy… really had no shame.