Watching the wedding carriage grow increasingly distant, Ning Er was instantly furious.
He felt utterly played!
He had risked life and limb to draw attention upfront, only for someone else to sneak in and steal the prize—this was unforgivable!
"It really has nothing to do with me! I don’t even know who that is!"
Ning Er stared helplessly as the celestial beauty who should have been his drifted further away, his heart burning with anxiety.
Gu Changfeng sneered coldly, "Cut the crap, you idiot Ning Er! If I get screwed over by you, I’ll never live it down in the immortal sects!"
"Damn it, you dead pretty boy! Let’s settle this once and for all!"
Provoked, Ning Er brandished his broadsword and charged.
Meanwhile, the wedding carriage sped swiftly under An Yi’s control.
But it didn’t get far before coming to an abrupt halt.
A group of people had appeared ahead, blocking An Yi’s path.
"Father!"
Gu Changfeng glimpsed the scene from the corner of his eye, his face lighting up with delight.
Gu Chengde was at the peak of the Void Realm!
Within the entire immortal sects, he ranked among the top martial artists. And behind him stood three elders at the late Void Realm stage.
"This guy is done for!"
Gu Chengde stepped forward, his oppressive aura radiating as he fixed his gaze on An Yi.
"Who are you? To my knowledge, the Heavenly Demon Sect has no figure matching your description."
Initially, they had known Ning Er planned to disrupt the wedding.
After all, the fool had been waiting at the relay station for days, broadsword in hand.
He might as well have worn a sign saying "wedding crasher."
But they hadn’t taken him seriously.
Ning Er was infamous for his idiocy. If a mere mid-Void Realm warrior could hijack the wedding, the six Void Realm guards might as well commit seppuku.
Still, Gu Chengde had brought along sect elders and retainers as a precaution.
He highly valued Mu Qingyi’s bloodline and wanted no mishaps.
Yet here they were—facing an unexpected problem.
Gu Chengde’s eyes turned icy as he demanded, "Who the hell are you?"
An Yi tossed aside the coachman’s hat, revealing his strikingly handsome face, his expression proud and unyielding.
"An Yi, Night Emperor and leader of the Asura Gate!"
"The Asura Gate?"
Gu Chengde exchanged glances with the Third Elder.
The Third Elder pondered, then shook his head—he’d never heard of it.
But they had all witnessed An Yi effortlessly dispatch six Void Realm warriors earlier.
Such power couldn’t belong to a nobody in the immortal sects!
Inside the wedding carriage, Mu Qingyi’s heart skipped a beat at the commotion outside. She lifted the curtain slightly, her eyes tense.
The sect master of the Heavenly Profound Sect, along with the Third Elder and Fifth Elder, were all here!
These three were peak Void Realm experts!
And there were four retainers too—all at the late Void Realm stage!
An Yi stood alone. Even if he fought until the heavens collapsed, he couldn’t possibly take her away now.
"Are you truly determined to disrupt this wedding?" Gu Chengde asked coldly.
An Yi’s gaze softened as it fell on the carriage. "She is my woman, my beloved. I will never allow her to marry another."
The words struck Mu Qingyi’s heart like an arrow. Her flawless cheeks flushed crimson.
Beloved…
When had he fallen for her?
But… he was her disciple’s man!
Though moved, a knot of conflict remained in her chest.
Sweeping his eyes over Gu Chengde and the others, An Yi’s black ring transformed into the Dragon Fang Demon Sword. His voice was frosty.
"Today, there are only two outcomes. One—I take her with me. Two—you kill me."
As he spoke, an overwhelming surge of domineering aura mixed with killing intent erupted, crashing toward them.
Even the Void Realm experts like Gu Chengde felt their hearts tremble, their sword hands shaking slightly.
"Steady!" Gu Chengde barked at the two pale-faced retainers.
The retainers flushed with shame.
Peak Void Realm experts, intimidated by a brat? Utterly humiliating.
"An Yi…"
Mu Qingyi peeked through the curtain, watching his resolute back as he gripped the demon sword. Tears spilled from her eyes as she covered her lips with a delicate hand.
Never had she imagined a man would stake his life for her.
Women are creatures of emotion.
And in this moment, Mu Qingyi admitted—her heart was swayed.
"If you insist on this path, don’t blame us for showing no mercy!" Gu Chengde declared, drawing his sword.
The instant the blade left its sheath, his entire demeanor transformed.
Even his pudgy belly couldn’t diminish the majesty of a peak Void Realm master.
"An Yi, you’re no match for them! Run!" Mu Qingyi cried out, tears streaking her face.
An Yi glanced back at the carriage.
Her voice sounds a bit off… but now’s not the time for that.
"Be good. Wait for me to take you home."
He flashed her a tender smile, his voice gentle despite the storm ahead.
The wind tousled his dark hair, his handsome features growing calmer, sharper.
"Let’s see what you’ve got!"
Gu Chengde’s voice boomed like thunder as his stout figure lunged forward.
His sword slashed horizontally—so fast it was a mere blur.
Clang!
An Yi blocked it effortlessly, not budging an inch.
"Impressive!" Gu Chengde praised.
Realizing his opponent’s strength matched his own, he abandoned probing strikes and unleashed a relentless assault.
A flurry of intricate sword techniques rained down, one after another, overwhelming in their complexity.
Yet An Yi parried every strike, his blade a seamless shield.
The onlookers gaped in shock.
This young man’s skill had to be at the peak of the Void Realm!
When Gu Chengde failed to break through, he went all out.
"Flowing Clouds Sword Art!"
His blade gleamed azure, cutting through the air like a rainbow.
But An Yi was faster.
His demon sword descended, unleashing a crescent-shaped arc of energy.
"First Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Parting Sorrow!"
Gu Chengde barely managed to block the arc, forced back two or three steps before steadying himself.
The crowd was dumbstruck.
Gu Chengde, a top-tier expert in the immortal sects, had been repelled by a twenty-year-old!
Mu Qingyi’s beautiful eyes shimmered with astonishment.
That mischievous boy who once teased her had grown so powerful!
Had he been at the Azure Phoenix Pavilion, even the Heavenly Demon Sect wouldn’t have dared act.
Yet worry gnawed at her. Gu Chengde wasn’t alone—the Third Elder and Fifth Elder, both peak Void Realm masters, stood ready.
Noticing the shift, Gu Changfeng and Ning Er gradually ceased their own scuffle.
Their earlier duel now seemed like a pathetic brawl between weaklings compared to this spectacle.
Continuing would only be embarrassing.
"Who the hell is that guy?" Gu Changfeng muttered.
For some reason, though they’d never met, An Yi felt eerily familiar—especially that oppressive aura.
Unconsciously, Gu Changfeng touched the half-healed wound on his face.
Ning Er hefted his broadsword, grinning excitedly. "Said his name’s An Yi. Never heard of him, but damn, he’s strong!"
Gu Chengde steadied his breathing, his round belly heaving, his expression grim.
He knew this kid hadn’t even used his full strength yet.
But he was already struggling. The disparity was clear.
Where did this monster come from? Since when did the immortal sects have someone like him?
An Yi raised his sword, his voice ringing with defiance.
"All of you—come at me together."
His tall, imposing figure exuded an indomitable dominance.
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