An Yi made his move. The black blade shimmered with dark light, slicing through the air and leaving behind a crisp, ringing sword hum.
The black-robed old man raised his saber to meet the attack.
Clang!
As the sword and saber clashed, the heavy force instantly shattered his arm.
His hunched body stumbled back several steps before slowly coming to a halt.
"Brat, die!"
The woman wearing a minotaur mask let out a shrill shriek.
Brandishing a flexible sword, she slashed it toward An Yi's throat.
Consonance Finger!
An Yi reached out and easily caught the woman's flexible sword between his fingers.
A smile curled on his lips as he gave it a twist!
Dark spiritual energy surged, twisting the entire flexible sword until it snapped into several pieces!
One of the broken blade fragments sliced open the woman's mask, revealing a completely ordinary face.
The bull horns were not part of the mask, but were actually growing out of her forehead.
A hint of disappointment flickered in An Yi's eyes.
In his opinion, wearing a mask meant you were either like him—blessed with outstanding looks and far too handsome, needing a mask to conceal your striking features.
Or you were like that Chou Niu from the Pantheon, whose looks were an eyesore to the public, wearing a mask to hide the ugliness.
For someone so utterly ordinary to wear a mask—wasn't that just a waste of his expectations!
"Bastard! I'll kill you!"
The woman's eyes grew increasingly ferocious and ruthless. She lunged at him barehanded, her fingers extending into sharp, green-tinted claws.
Deadly poison?
An Yi slightly raised his eyebrows. His figure shifted slightly as he slowly sheathed his sword.
The woman's body was still in a forward sprint, but her throat had already been slit open by the blade!
"Ding! Triggered Throat Slit!"
The system's voice rang out.
Tsk tsk, how unlucky.
No longer paying attention to the woman, An Yi's cold, clear gaze turned to the black-robed old man. "Old man, it's your turn."
The black-robed old man turned deathly pale from fright. He dropped to his knees with a thud and stammered trembling, "This old man admits his guilt! I am willing to serve the Asura Sect!"
"No need for such formalities. Please get up quickly, old man," An Yi said hastily.
At this moment, the corners of the black-robed old man's mouth curled up. His eyes flashed with a red-eye effect as he stealthily drew the short knife at his waist.
A streak of light flashed!
Blood splattered everywhere!
An Yi withdrew his Soulless Dagger.
Not a single drop of blood stained the crimson dagger.
"Sorry about that. A little toad surrendered a step ahead of you, so we aren't short of people at the moment."
An Yi said calmly as he looked at the fallen black-robed old man.
On the other side, Lin Chen had also finished his battle.
The muscular man's head was smashed into the wall, and the blond man was already dead.
Only Xue Ming and Zhang Fan were still locked in a fierce fight.
One wielding twin sabers, the other twin daggers!
Sparks flew everywhere as they clashed!
Both Zhang Fan and Xue Ming had sustained several wounds. For a moment, it was impossible to tell who had the upper hand.
From the corner of his eye, Xue Ming glanced at the four fallen people and knew that the situation was hopeless.
With An Yi and Lin Chen here, he was absolutely no match for them!
Even with wings, it would be hard to escape. Was he going to face his doom today?
Xue Ming's eyes turned icy, flashing with a ruthless glint as he looked at Zhang Fan. "I can't escape. Since that's the case, let's fight with everything we have and fight to the death!!"
Zhang Fan toyed with his daggers, his eyes indifferent.
"Need any help?" Lin Chen asked, holding his Cloud-Splitting Tonfa.
Zhang Fan nodded. "I do!"
Xue Ming: "..."
Zhang Fan looked at Xue Ming with a gaze reserved for idiots.
He had the advantage in both numbers and strength, so why on earth would he duel him one-on-one!
He was a man about to have a child; he had long passed the age of hot-blooded impulsiveness. Besides, what was the point of beating Xue Ming anyway?
A sword hum resonated.
Behind Xue Ming, a black longsword swiftly slashed out a crescent moon-like sword aura!
Blood sprayed through the air, completely soaking the clothes on Xue Ming's back.
"Shameless!"
Severely injured, Xue Ming secretly gritted his teeth, glancing from the corner of his eye at An Yi, who had appeared behind him.
Three against one, and they still resorted to sneak attacks!
Did they have no shame at all!
An Yi was slightly surprised. This guy's physical defense was incredibly strong!
That sword strike just now actually hadn't finished him off.
"Withered Wood Technique. His skin has hardened, it's very tricky!"
Zhang Fan warned.
Right at that moment, the air blade that Lin Chen had already condensed in his hand slashed out swiftly, landing squarely on one of Xue Ming's arms! It severed it completely!
"Not tricky,"
Lin Chen said in all seriousness.
Panic flickered in Xue Ming's eyes as he staggered backward continuously.
"You can't escape!"
At this moment, An Yi executed Flame Step, his figure turning into a streak of light as he instantly appeared in front of Xue Ming.
The Dragon Fang Demon Sword in his hand radiated purple lightning! It thrust forward as fast as lightning!
It's over!
Xue Ming's pupils contracted as he watched the light wreathed in lightning magnify before his eyes.
He only felt a sudden tightness on his back, and then, he entered a different dimension.
An Yi's sword missed its target, and the fine sparks of lightning dissipated.
His gaze turned icy cold.
He had only chosen to strike when the black vortex appeared behind Xue Ming, but he didn't expect to still be a step too late.
"Realm spiritual energy!"
An old, shocked voice rang out from the jade pendant.
Sensing the spiritual energy vortex, Long Tianyuan found it quite unbelievable.
Realm spiritual energy—the existence of such spiritual energy was exceptionally rare.
He didn't expect to encounter it again five thousand years later in a world so devoid of spiritual energy.
"To think we actually let him get away!"
An Yi's face was grim.
They hadn't given Xue Ming any chance to catch his breath, but they never expected such a bizarre thing to suddenly appear and whisk him away.
This vortex wasn't a seal; it was more like a tunnel connecting two planes of existence. He had no way of breaking it open!
"Elder Long, is there any way to catch up?"
Lin Chen asked in a deep voice.
Long Tianyuan sighed and shook his head. "There is no way. Realm spiritual energy is the most unique type of spiritual energy. With your current strength, you cannot shatter it."
This couldn't help but remind him of his one hundred and twenty-sixth wife.
Among the Dragon Clan, she was the only existence who possessed realm spiritual energy!
Long Tianyuan felt a slight wave of melancholy.
Unfortunately, five thousand years later, things had remained the same, but the people had changed.
...
"Cough, cough!"
A fit of coughing sounded.
Xue Ming's clothes were in tatters, and he had lost an arm. Due to blood loss, his face showed an unnaturally pale hue.
Just now, he had almost died!
Xue Ming looked up at Mo Gu.
At this moment, a silver spiritual energy glow appeared in Mo Gu's hand, flickering faintly.
"Thank you, Mr. Mo, for saving my life," Xue Ming said slowly.
He hadn't expected to actually escape this ordeal alive.
"What's the deal with Zhang Fan?"
Mo Gu asked leisurely.
Xue Ming said in a deep voice, "I'm not sure. From the looks of it, he has completely given up on Xue Ruirui."
Since they met today, Zhang Fan hadn't mentioned Xue Ruirui once. Instead, he directly formed a pincer attack with An Yi and Lin Chen to launch an offensive.
"Heh, I knew it. How could such a vicious and ruthless kid care about a woman's life or death? Xue Ming, oh Xue Ming, the Sect Master is very disappointed in you," Mo Gu said leisurely, staring down at him from above.
"An Yi and Zhang Fan have always been mortal enemies. I didn't expect the people from the Asura Sect to get involved. Next time, I will personally capture Zhang Fan with my own hands!"
Xue Ming gritted his teeth and said angrily.
"Heh, next time? Do you think there will be a next time?"
Mo Gu said slowly. His gentlemanly and friendly smile was exceptionally chilling.
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