The moment An Yi revealed the token in his hand,
the martial artists around him turned into bloodthirsty sharks, their eyes red with greed as they charged at him recklessly.
An Yi gripped his demonic sword, slashing with lightning speed.
In an instant, razor-sharp air blades tore through the space, radiating overwhelming lethality.
The weaker fighters couldn’t even block a single strike—they were immediately cut down.
But the act had to be convincing!
If the tokens were too easily snatched, suspicions would arise.
"Bunch of idiots! Just take those two beauties hostage—he’ll hand them over for sure!"
One martial artist, his gaze sinister, turned toward Shen Muxuan and Mu Qingyi, drawing a curved blade.
Mu Qingyi glanced back, a hint of frost flashing in her eyes.
In that split second!
A layer of ice encased the man, frost spreading across his body, his eyebrows dusted with snowflakes—completely frozen solid.
Witnessing this, the other scheming fighters were instantly terrified.
Meanwhile, An Yi continued his fierce battle, valiantly "protecting" the two fake tokens, growing more ferocious with each strike.
"As expected of the Sect Master of the Asura Gate! Take this!"
A bare-chested, muscular man roared, swinging his blade down with earth-shattering force.
Clang!
An Yi, unable to block with one hand, had to grip his sword with both, barely deflecting the strike and sending the man flying.
But in that moment—
The two tokens slipped from his pocket and fell to the ground.
"I—I got them!"
A quick-handed martial artist snatched the tokens, his face alight with joy, as if he couldn’t believe his luck.
The crowd erupted into frenzy!
Instantly, their focus shifted—no longer attacking An Yi, but fighting each other for the tokens.
The ordinary fighter who’d grabbed them stood no chance. Before he could even savor his victory, the tokens were ripped from his grasp.
Chaos ensued!
Everyone fought like madmen, desperate to claim the tokens.
Then—
A man in sunglasses and beach shorts darted through the crowd like a phantom.
With a flick of his wrist, a butcher’s knife flashed!
Squelch!
Blood sprayed as several fighters dropped dead on the spot.
His speed was so terrifying that even An Yi’s expression darkened.
"It’s the Demon Blade—Dong Kun!"
A trembling voice rose from the crowd.
Instantly, fear gripped everyone’s hearts.
Demon Blade Dong Kun!
Ranked 159th on the Heavenly Leaderboard!
The difference between the Hidden Dragon Ranking and the Heavenly Leaderboard was like night and day.
The Hidden Dragon Ranking was just a list of young martial artists—plenty of room for exaggeration.
But the Heavenly Leaderboard?
That was the true measure of power in the Great Xia Empire. Every fighter with a recorded battle was rigorously evaluated and ranked.
"Tsk tsk! Since you’re all so generous, I’ll take these tokens."
Dong Kun adjusted his sunglasses, bending down to pick up the two tokens from the dead man’s hand.
As a top Heavenly Leaderboard fighter,
he had the strength—
and the audacity!
An Yi smirked inwardly. Finally free!
Ever since he’d gotten these tokens, it had been nonstop trouble—exhausting even a slacker like him!
He barely had time to flirt anymore!
Just as Dong Kun was about to flee—
His feet suddenly stuck to the ground.
Then, a layer of ice spread beneath him, locking him in place.
"What the—?!"
Dong Kun’s face twisted in shock.
At that moment, a graceful figure swept past like a fleeting shadow—
And the two tokens vanished from his grasp!
Mu Qingyi had made her move, reclaiming the fake tokens.
Seeing this, An Yi’s face instantly turned ashen.
"Here, take them!"
Mu Qingyi smiled triumphantly, tossing the tokens back to An Yi. "I may not like you much, but I won’t stand by and watch you get bullied."
Shen Muxuan cheered from the sidelines, waving excitedly. "Master is amazing! Woo!"
An Yi: "!"
Clutching the "recovered" tokens, An Yi was overcome with emotion, tears nearly welling up.
Do you know how hard I’ve been trying to get rid of these?!
Noticing his trembling, Mu Qingyi said gently, "No need to be so moved. It was nothing."
"Nothing my ass!"
An Yi’s veins bulged on his forehead as he glared at the tokens.
The surrounding fighters watched Mu Qingyi with deep wariness.
To effortlessly trap a top-200 Heavenly Leaderboard expert and snatch the tokens from him—
Just how monstrous was her strength?!
An Yi shot them a hopeful look.
But the fighters, thoroughly intimidated, hesitated to make a move.
Meanwhile, Dong Kun broke free from the ice and strode forward, eyeing Mu Qingyi grimly. "Impressive."
Mu Qingyi scoffed. "Hmph. You’re not qualified to judge me."
As she spoke, an arctic chill exploded outward—
Autumn transformed into the dead of winter!
Everyone shivered violently, their noses running frozen snot.
Terror filled their hearts.
What kind of power could alter the environment itself?!
Dong Kun gripped his butcher’s knife, legs trembling.
This woman was terrifyingly strong!
His instincts screamed that defying her further would mean death.
Mu Qingyi flicked her wrist—
A spear of ice materialized midair, shooting toward Dong Kun!
"Leave him to me!"
An Yi lunged forward, slicing the ice spear apart before it could strike.
Mu Qingyi: "?"
Squelch!
An Yi casually slashed out a weak air blade toward Dong Kun.
Hah, such a petty trick is too weak!
Dong Kun sneered, swinging his knife to cleave through the air blade.
Seizing the opportunity, An Yi moved behind Dong Kun.
After a brief thought, he shifted his footing again, appearing in front of Dong Kun, delivering a horizontal slash with his sword!
Clang!
Not bad, no wonder you made it onto the Hidden Dragon Ranking. You’re quite skilled!
Dong Kun blocked with his butcher knife, feeling the force transmitted from An Yi’s sword hilt, then remarked: Too bad, you’re still too young!
With that—
He pivoted sideways like a spinning top, crashing into An Yi.
His butcher knife whirled in a slash!
Damn! I was just playing around, but you’re going all out?
An Yi’s eyes turned icy.
The Dragon Fang Demon Sword in his hand instantly shrank into a dagger, parrying Dong Kun’s butcher knife!
Heh, I’ve got another blade!
Dong Kun grinned viciously, his left hand manifesting a second butcher knife as he thrust forward!
Clang!
An Yi blocked it with a combat dagger, his gaze frosty: Just so happens, I’ve got another one too!
The two clashed, both forced back two steps!
No denying it, kid, you’re strong. But—
Dong Kun stared at An Yi with a sinister grin, raising two tokens in his hand: Bet you didn’t expect this—I’ve already got the tokens!
Moron!
I practically shoved the tokens in your face!
You think you’re hot shit?
Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, An Yi feigned panic, his voice laced with fury: How despicable! If you’ve got the guts, fight fair! What’s with the underhanded tricks?
This is called "all’s fair in war!" Learn well, youngster!
Dong Kun smirked, turning to flee.
As a master of the Transforming Jin level, escaping was easy for him—unless that woman stopped him…
Mu Qingyi’s voice rang coldly: Shameless brat! Where do you think you’re running?
As she spoke, a chilling aura enveloped the area again.
No good, run now!
An Yi gritted his teeth, swiftly lunging to cling to Mu Qingyi’s plump, shapely thigh.
Startled by the sudden embrace, Mu Qingyi’s focus wavered, and the cold energy dissipated.
Dong Kun’s eyes lit up with glee, seizing the chance to vanish into the distance!
Still clutching her soft thigh, An Yi wailed: That bastard is so vile! My head hurts so bad!
Mu Qingyi: …