The silver moon in the sky seemed covered in frost, exceptionally clear and cold.
A biting chill enveloped the entire mountain gate of the Azure Kite Pavilion.
The crowd was greatly alarmed.
The Fire Old Demon on the mountain gate also leapt down, forced back several paces by the cold energy.
Snowflakes swirled around Shen Muxuan's body, her dress fluttering lightly. Her graceful figure swayed in the air, like an Ice and Snow Goddess descending to the mortal world.
It's a pity... I couldn't see him one last time.
A trace of melancholy flashed in Shen Muxuan's eyes, then her gaze turned resolute as she raised her jade-like hand.
A blizzard of ice and snow swept across the sky.
She would absolutely not let these people set foot past the Azure Kite Pavilion's mountain gate!
Even at the cost of her life, she would not hesitate!
At that moment, a slender, large hand grasped Shen Muxuan's raised hand.
"Leave the rest to me."
A familiar, clear voice sounded from behind her.
Shen Muxuan was startled, tears welling up and spilling over: "An Yi..."
It was him!
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Shen Muxuan's mouth. As if having lost all her strength, her eyes gently closed as she fainted into An Yi's arms.
An Yi looked at Shen Muxuan, her life force faint, held her gently, descended from the air, and slowly walked forward.
"An Yi..."
Seeing An Yi, Mu Qingyi's tears flowed.
An Yi gently laid Shen Muxuan down and said softly, "Don't cry. Take good care of Muxuan!"
With that, he stood up and slowly walked towards the crowd.
The martial artists from the four great sects felt a tremor in their hearts. No one dared to speak, overwhelmed by an indescribable sense of dread.
"This guy... cough!"
Having just finished spearing an elder from the Heavenly Demon Sect, Bai Xiu opened his mouth to speak but immediately coughed up blood.
Enduring his injuries, he watched An Yi approach, his expression grave.
Having spent two years with An Yi, he knew exactly how much emotion lay hidden beneath that seemingly calm exterior!
"Heh, so you're An Yi?"
An elder from the Heavenly Demon Sect stepped forward and asked with a cold laugh, "A mere wet-behind-the-ears brat—"
Sscht!
A long sword drew a crescent-moon-shaped arc of black sword light as it shot forth!
This elder at the peak of the Void Realm had no chance to dodge. His body was directly cleaved in two, falling, blood gushing like a fountain!
This scene made everyone's scalps go numb.
Peak Void Realm!
The pinnacle of power in this world, slain with a single sword stroke?
Ding! Side Quest [Massacre] triggered! Quest Progress: 1/1000!
The long-absent system voice rang out.
"Old Bai, can you still fight?"
An Yi asked calmly, holding his sword.
Bai Xiu leaned on his spear and stood up, saying leisurely, "Not dead yet!"
Ying Tan shattered the ice shards on his hands, feeling somewhat recovered, and strode forward, saying solemnly, "An Yi, no matter how strong you are, you're just one person. Hand over Shen Muxuan obediently!"
The Fire Old Demon twirled the bone blade in his hand, revealing an excited smile. "Haven't met such a strong opponent in a long time."
Fen Qingyun also raised his crimson long sword.
Elder Xu of the Heavenly Demon Sect opened his folding fan.
As these four experts stepped forward, the martial artists from the various sects behind them also advanced. Both in numbers and strength, they held an overwhelming advantage!
An Yi showed no intention of stopping, continuing to walk slowly forward.
Each step he took seemed to land on the hearts of the crowd.
Mu Qingyi gripped her long flute, her face filled with worry.
Bai Xiu, Gu Changfeng, Ning Er, Tu Langlang, and others also tightened their grips on their weapons, keeping their bodies in a state of combat readiness.
"Asura's Gate, hear my command!"
An Yi's cold eyes fixed on the front as he spoke icily.
"Here!"
At that moment, at the foot of the mountain gate, a dark mass of martial artists strode forward, their imposing aura immense!
The two leaders, one carrying a three-section staff and the other shouldering a broadsword, were none other than Kim Jung-ho and Xiao Yike!
"Who... who are they?"
"I don't know, never seen them before!"
The people from the four great sects were dumbfounded, assaulted by an indescribable fear.
The women of the Azure Kite Pavilion had tears in their eyes, as if seeing hope.
Four hundred people had suddenly appeared, and their overall strength was not weak! In terms of numbers, both sides were now equal!
"Kill!"
An Yi issued the order calmly.
A hint of crimson flashed in his eyes, his short black hair transforming into long silver locks that floated upwards.
The Dragon Fang Demonic Sword gleamed with a black light as he took the lead to attack!
"Kill!"
The four to five hundred members of the Asura's Gate followed behind, letting out a heaven-shaking roar as they charged forward!
"Seeking death!"
Ying Tan gripped his claws with both hands, their tips glowing with golden spiritual energy, his attack terrifying.
A flash of blue-purple lightning.
An Yi's long sword, wrapped in the power of thunder, had already thrust forward!
A spray of blood blossomed!
Ding! [Throat Slit] triggered!
Ying Tan's heart was pierced. He fell with wide, unwilling eyes, dead on the spot!
"Sect Master!"
The martial artists of the Eagle Claw Sect, witnessing this, were furious to the point of their eyes splitting!
Their sect master had once faced two peak Void Realm experts, managed to kill one and severely injure the other!
Yet now, before this young man barely twenty years old, he couldn't even withstand a single sword stroke.
"Brothers! Avenge the Sect Master!"
Several Eagle Claw Sect elders attacked with their claws.
A streak of light flashed!
At that moment, Kim Jung-ho transformed into a lightning shadow. With incredible speed, he blocked in front of An Yi with his staff.
"You small fry, don't get in the Boss's way!"
Kim Jung-ho grinned, sweeping his staff horizontally to intercept two peak Void Realm martial artists first.
As the first member of the entire Asura's Gate to obtain ten small vials of the complete formula potion, his strength far surpassed that of an ordinary Void Realm expert.
Fen Qingyun could no longer remain idle. He stepped forward and said coldly, "Let me see for myself exactly how much the legendary An Yi is worth!"
As he spoke.
His crimson long sword swung out, slashing head-on!
"Old man, I'll be your opponent!"
Xiao Yike, wreathed in flames, swept forward with his large ring-pommeled broadsword!
Clang!
Sword and broadsword collided!
Xiao Yike was forced back two steps.
Having mastered the Flame Bear potion, Xiao Yike's strength after fusion was only at the mid-Void Realm!
But Fen Qingyun was a swordsmanship master outstanding even across the entire Immortal Sects.
"Step back."
An Yi said calmly, striding forward.
His body instantly transformed into afterimages. The demonic sword rose and slashed down towards Fen Qingyun!
Fen Qingyun raised his sword, relying on his mature swordsmanship to parry narrowly.
An Yi's sword stroke was utterly unadorned, descending with immense force!
Thud!
Fen Qingyun's wrist twisted, the ground beneath his feet cracked, and his face turned a purplish-blue, with blood trickling from all seven orifices.
But he still gritted his teeth, stubbornly blocking this sword strike!
At that moment, another sword strike arrived!
The sword light flickered slightly, yet it was soundless.
Like an autumn leaf drifting leisurely through the air, slowly falling, giving off not the slightest hint of killing intent.
"What exquisite swordsmanship!"
Fen Qingyun revealed a look of infatuation and sighed with admiration.
After saying this, he closed his eyes with a smile.
Blood flowed from his neck.
An Yi slowly sheathed his sword, his gaze still calm, yet chillingly cold enough to make one's heart tremble!
The people from the Blazing Sword Manor looked at An Yi, retreating in unison, their faces pale with fear, none daring to take a step forward!
"Jie jie, young man, this old man has cultivated for over two hundred years and has rarely met his match in this lifetime! If you have the skill, come take this old man's life!"
The Fire Old Demon laughed maniacally, gripping his bone blade and licking the blood on it.
His originally hunched body now radiated a bizarre killing intent. The bone blade turned completely crimson, with rolling flames and fiery energy soaring into the sky!
An Yi stepped into the air, his legs wreathed in raging flames!
Using Shadow Assault, his body split into three afterimages, charging towards the Fire Old Demon.
"Hahaha! Come on!"
The Fire Old Demon's expression was frenzied. Gripping his bone blade, he swung it down in a slash!
Every swing of the blade carried terrifyingly powerful blade energy.
Even the ground was plowed by the blade's energy, leaving a terrifying, scorching line of fire.
The two charging figures of An Yi were utterly defenseless, directly slashed apart by the Fire Old Demon!
An Yi!
Boss!
Countless voices cried out in alarm.
But the Fire Old Demon was stunned; the feeling on impact was wrong!
He realized clearly that both figures were mere illusions.
His eyes widened in sudden recollection—one illusion had moved behind him!
He whirled around.
Sure enough, An Yi was there, holding a black-gold heavy sword in a charged stance, with surging azure spiritual energy coalescing along its blade.
Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords, Sixth Form!
Startling Surge!
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