Xiao Yike looked utterly dumbfounded, gripping the dagger in disbelief. "Boss, is this really yours?"
The middle-aged man was so furious he nearly spat blood. "This is outright robbery!"
An Yi sneered arrogantly. "Then why keep yapping about it?"
The middle-aged man:
Whoosh!
A black longsword suddenly materialized in An Yi's hand.
His eyes gleamed with arrogance. "Will you leave on your own, or do I have to beat you until you roll away?"
The man's face twisted with indignation, but he swallowed his pride and turned to leave.
Stay calm. Don’t lose your temper.
As a respected elder of a prestigious orthodox sect, he had reached the Hua Jin realm and ranked around 120th on the Heavenly Leaderboard. He was the face of his sect.
If he were killed here by this brat, his sect might as well disband.
Better a live coward than a dead hero.
When Xiao Yike saw An Yi again, he flashed a shy smile. "Boss, here’s the dagger. I don’t know how to use one—I’m a swordsman."
An Yi took the dagger and stored it in his spatial pouch, waving his hand dismissively. "No, no, this isn’t right. I can’t take it."
Xiao Yike insisted. "You’re my boss. It’s only right to offer you tribute. Besides, I really don’t use daggers."
"Alright then, if you insist. I’m a bit embarrassed, though," An Yi chuckled.
Suddenly—
A crimson glow flared in Xiao Yike’s eyes again as he snarled, "You bastard! Hand over the dagger! How dare you steal from me?!"
Clang!
An Yi blocked the heavy saber with his sword, his expression darkening.
His aura’s grown stronger.
If they fought now, An Yi couldn’t confidently say he could stop Xiao Yike’s strike with just two fingers.
Xiao Yike smirked coldly. "I underestimated you last night when you kicked me in the face. But this time, I won’t hold back. Die, you scum!"
As he spoke—
The saber slashed down again!
An Yi raised his sword to parry.
Though An Yi was also at the Hua Jin realm, he couldn’t instantly overpower Xiao Yike, who was at the same level.
Clang!
An Yi struck first, his sword cleaving through the air.
Xiao Yike blocked with his saber but was forced back several steps.
"Boss, I—uh, sorry about that."
The crimson in his eyes faded, replaced by his timid, hesitant demeanor. "This place is dangerous. How about we team up?"
"Turn around and get lost!"
An Yi kicked him away without hesitation.
This guy’s dual personalities are too unstable. He’s a liability.
Pulling out the dagger engraved with "Soulless," An Yi felt a surge of awe.
This is impressive.
The blade radiated a sharp, bloodthirsty aura, like a beast craving carnage.
It was saturated with bloodlust!
Perhaps from being nurtured in this scorching world for so long, the dagger had developed a faint sentience. When An Yi channeled his energy into it, the blade grew searing hot.
Its killing intent sharpened, its malevolence terrifying.
What kind of monster owned this dagger in its past life?
"Interesting. Even someone this strong ended up dying here?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow, studying the shattered skeleton.
Time had eroded any identifiable traces, leaving little evidence of the person’s identity.
Holding the Soulless dagger, An Yi addressed the remains coolly. "I’m taking the dagger. Thanks."
As his battles grew fiercer, his old combat knife—worth a mere 100,000—could no longer keep up.
His enemies wielded weapons forged by master craftsmen, while his knife’s inferior material would shatter on impact.
This Soulless dagger was the perfect replacement.
Descending further down the stone steps, An Yi grew more cautious.
Above him, eerie, pterodactyl-like birds circled the sky, their leathery wings flapping as they screeched warnings.
Though they hadn’t attacked yet, their cries felt like a looming threat.
An Yi hesitated, his air blade at the ready, but ultimately held back.
Who knows what else lurks here? Better not provoke anything.
The steps seemed endless, stretching into an abyss that even An Yi found unnerving.
What the hell is down there?
Without hesitation, he pressed on.
Then—he froze.
The steps ended at a flat plateau.
Ahead, carved into the rock face, stood a stone hall.
An actual stone hall!
Crude and haphazardly constructed, its only remarkable feature was its massive scale.
"Fascinating."
A smirk tugged at An Yi’s lips. Sensing secrets within, he strode forward.
Suddenly—
A figure shot out from the hall, hurtling toward him.
A feminine voice shrieked, "An Yi, catch me!"
An Yi glanced up and swiftly reached out, bracing against the impact.
The force was so strong his feet cracked the ground before he steadied himself.
Soft. Tender. Voluptuous.
Miss Yan’s figure is truly exceptional.
Yan Zhi lay pale and trembling in An Yi’s arms, drenched in cold sweat.
Regaining her senses, she gasped, "Thank heavens you’re here. I’d have been doomed otherwise."
She shuddered, glancing at the sheer cliff behind her.
A fall would have sent her plunging into the molten lava below—certain death.
"What happened?" An Yi asked.
Yan Zhi slipped out of his embrace, her expression grave. "There’s a Fire Ghost inside. A terrifying one!"
"A ghost?"
An Yi was baffled.
Ghosts don’t exist.
Neither in this world nor his original one had he ever encountered such a thing.
"Don’t go in. We need to run—now!" Yan Zhi urged, gripping his arm tightly.
An Yi shrugged. "I’d love to, but I think it’s too late."
Thud.
Thud.
A figure wreathed in flames emerged from the hall, its footsteps heavy and deliberate.
With a casual flick, it tossed out a charred, blackened corpse.
Yan Zhi winced in pity.
The corpse belonged to a martial artist ranked 103rd on the Heavenly Leaderboard. He had encountered the flaming entity just before her.
In mere moments, he’d been reduced to this.
An Yi tensed. The Fire Ghost’s aura was overwhelming—so powerful it was horrifying.
Its strength was unreadable, but the sheer pressure it exuded was paralyzing.
An Yi’s gaze turned icy.
His black ring morphed into the Dragon Fang Demon Sword, materializing in his grip.
Yan Zhi’s eyes sharpened as a silver whip appeared in her hand. "We fight it together!"
The Fire Ghost had no discernible features, yet An Yi could feel its gaze locked onto him.
Realization struck. He quickly drew the Soulless dagger.
Sure enough, the blade pulsed with a crimson glow, resonating with the Fire Ghost.
Yan Zhi’s eyes widened in shock. "The divine weapon Soulless! How do you have it?!"
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