An Yi, We're Coming to Save You

The moon hung bright in the sky.

In a secluded mountain stream, the occasional chirping of birds could be heard, accentuating the profound silence.

But before long, the tranquility was shattered by the playful laughter of women.

"Hahaha, Senior Sister Wu, you're amazing! You're floating!"

"You little minx, yours aren't small either! Let your senior sister measure them."

"Senior Sister Liu, how do you take care of yourself? You're over forty and still so pink and tender."

"Shoo, shoo, get lost! Just find fewer men in your daily life!"

By the silvery moonlight, one could clearly see the naked, fair, and tender bodies in the stone pool.

Some were voluptuous, some slender, some petite, some athletic—a dazzling array that truly overwhelmed the senses.

"Hey, what did you all think of that man today?" asked a plump and beautiful woman.

"He's very handsome and quite manly. What, are you smitten, girl Wu?" replied a still-charming woman washing her hair not far away in the pool.

Another clever and spirited, younger girl chimed in: "I think his name is An Yi. He really hits all my aesthetic points. I love this type."

"Don't even think about it. I like him too, but he's the Young Mistress's man. You bunch of spring-hearted girls, you're out of luck," Senior Sister Wu said, giving the girl a sidelong glance.

"Why don't you go try to seduce him, Senior Sister Wu, so we can all have a taste too?"

"Hah, if this lady seduces him, I'll keep him for myself and drive you jealous sluts crazy with envy!"

At the other end of the mountain stream.

A group of martial artists, looking excited, were climbing vigorously.

"I think I heard something... over there, women's voices!"

"Hahaha, lots of women's voices! My little brother here hasn't had meat in a long time."

"I can't hold back anymore, damn it! They all say the women of the Azure Luan Pavilion are beautiful. Grabbing just one to be a wife would be a pleasure!"

Several martial artists revealed lecherous looks, letting out "geigeigie" laughs.

Their purpose tonight was only to probe the Azure Luan Pavilion, but they never expected to stumble upon such a scene.

The group of martial artists excitedly licked their lips, their eyes gleaming with a green light.

What came next wouldn't be as simple as just killing.

"Put your weapons away for now, capture them alive!" said a man with an eye patch, grinning.

The other martial artists, understanding the implication, also sheathed their blades.

Assaulting the girls first, then killing them—that wouldn't be a bad way to have some fun.

"Get ready!"

The man with the eye patch showed his excitement: "Go!"

Several martial artists charged forward first.

Suddenly, a dark streak flashed.

"Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords, First Form: Parting Sorrow!"

A crescent-moon-like sword light appeared, like a scythe of death, reaping a crazy harvest.

The men at the very front let out screams and fell to the ground!

The martial artists were horrified, stopping in their tracks and looking up at the young figure standing tall on the mountain ridge.

A black longsword gleamed coldly under the moonlight.

A strong wind blew, lifting his black hair and revealing his deep, icy eyes.

"Those who trespass into the Azure Luan Pavilion shall die!"

An Yi held his sword, speaking coldly.

A vast, murderous aura surged forth, making the martial artists feel as if their hearts were being squeezed, their bodies trembling.

The martial artist with the eye patch gritted his teeth secretly.

He never would have dreamed that in the dead of night, someone would be lying in ambush in this very place!

Hearing the screams, the women bathing in the stone pool were frightened. They ran to the shore and started putting on their clothes.

"Senior Sister Wu, over there..." a petite girl asked worriedly as she tied her belly wrap.

Senior Sister Wu showed a worried expression and said through gritted teeth, "Senior Sister Liu, Senior Sister Li, come with me to take a look."

"Kid, just who are you?" the eye-patched martial artist asked, drawing his broadsword, his face gloomy as he looked at An Yi.

Just now, this kid had taken down three people with a single sword strike—two dead, one injured. That early Void Force stage martial artist had only escaped by relying on his seasoned experience, but he was severely wounded, and whether he would survive was still a question.

"Me?"

An Yi stepped forward, dark spiritual energy swirling around him.

He seemed like a god of slaughter emerging from hell, his handsome face both bewitching and heart-stopping.

"Night Emperor An Yi!"

An Yi said leisurely, then swiftly struck with his sword.

Sword light flashed!

Two Transformation stage martial artists had their throats slit, falling to the ground without a sound.

This single sword strike shocked everyone present, because not a single person could see clearly how he had made his move.

The eye-patched martial artist also felt a chill run down his spine.

He, a late Void Force stage practitioner, couldn't even see how his opponent had attacked.

Could it be that this impossibly young kid was at the Void Force peak?

"Brother Ba! Should we fight?" a mid Void Force stage martial artist asked, licking his lips.

These men were all quite capable. There were seven Void Force stage martial artists, with the strongest being the eye-patched Batu at late Void Force stage. There were also fifteen other Transformation stage martial artists.

With this force, taking down a Void Force peak level martial artist shouldn't be difficult!

Batu grinned coldly, "Then let's finish him off first!"

An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the charging martial artists.

To be honest, these guys really didn't spark much interest in him.

Pathetically weak!

A few days ago, he hadn't even flinched when surrounded by six late and peak Void Force stage martial artists, let alone these trash.

However, he remembered something interesting.

The corners of An Yi's mouth curled into a smile. He opened his hand, and a crimson flame swirled around it!

"Fire Stream!"

With a flick of his wrist, four lines of fire shot towards the four martial artists at the front.

"Ah! Ah! It's burning, what is this thing!"

"Damn, my crotch is on fire!"

The four martial artists hit by the fire lines cried out for their fathers and mothers.

At that moment, three more men charged from another side towards An Yi.

"Flash Lightning!"

A crackling blue-purple lightning net spread from between his five fingers, meeting the three.

Instantly, the three were fried to a crisp.

Just then, another person, holding a blade, secretly leaped up to slash at An Yi.

"Wind Blade!"

As if he had eyes on his back, An Yi predicted it perfectly.

A cyan wind blade shot towards the ambusher, striking his chest.

The bizarre scene made everyone around freeze, looking at An Yi in disbelief.

What's going on with this guy?

Summoning fire and lightning directly?! A wizard from myth and legend?

"Ka Mang, continue!"

An Yi beckoned and said lightly.

The spiritual energy in the Immortal Gate's minor world was abundant. During this time, his spiritual power had improved, and he could easily perform some minor spells of various elements.

He could just use these people to test their power.

"Damn it! I'm charred!"

A man whose crotch had been hit by the fire line, after extinguishing the flames, looked down at his meat-smelling lower half, his eyes growing increasingly furious, his fists trembling.

The three martial artists hit by the lightning net also shook off the paralysis effects and shakily got up.

Even the martial artist struck by the wind blade, clutching his shoulder wound, forced himself to stand up.

An Yi was a bit stunned.

Are these spiritual arts this weak?!

Or had he practiced spiritual energy for too short a time?

The lethality couldn't even handle a group of Transformation stage martial artists!

By now, An Yi was completely surrounded by the martial artists.

"Kid, meddling in others' business. Today, you won't escape even if you grow wings!" Batu said, holding his broadsword, sneering.

The others also mustered their courage, surrounding An Yi, ready to make their move. In their view, An Yi's attacks just now were nothing special!

An Yi grinned, revealing a sinister smile, as the Dragon Fang Demon Sword returned to his hand.

"That was just the warm-up. The real show is just beginning!"

"An Yi, don't be afraid, we're coming to save you!"

At that moment, a clear and pleasant voice rang out.

An Yi looked up to see the newcomer, a voluptuous and beautiful woman around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. It was none other than the woman known as Senior Sister Wu.

Behind her was a large, bustling group of women, clearly intending to come to his rescue.