Monsters Infiltrating the Mortal World

"Oh, so you know me."

An Yi grinned, revealing a smile.

Ghost Bear's expression drastically changed.

In the entire Hundred Ghosts Sect, who didn't know the great name of the Night Emperor, An Yi?

At present, several among the Hundred Ghosts had already been slain by An Yi.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Ghost Bear roared, wielding his broadsword and slashing at An Yi.

Clang!

The Dragon Fang Magic Sword in An Yi's hand firmly caught the serrated edge of the broadsword.

Ghost Bear exerted force but couldn't break free.

Instead, because the serrated edge was stuck, he couldn't pull the sword back.

Instantly, Ghost Bear made a prompt decision, abandoning his sword to flee for his life.

Looking at Ghost Bear's retreating back, An Yi raised an eyebrow.

This guy... actually turned his back to him?

An Yi swung his sword, unleashing a black sword gleam that looked like bloody residue!

The first stance of the Nine Dragon-Slaying Swords, Parting Sorrow, with a 150% damage bonus, slashed toward Ghost Bear's back as if tearing through the night sky.

Life and death were decided in an instant.

Ghost Bear already knew he was done for.

He couldn't dodge it at all!

Slash!

Blood bloomed and splattered out!

Ghost Bear's massive body fell to the ground with a thud.

Severely injured in a single strike!

He struggled to get up.

At this moment, a black sword blade silently appeared and slit across his neck.

The fifth stance of the Nine Dragon-Slaying Swords—Autumn Scar!

"Taken care of!"

An Yi flicked the blood off his longsword.

The Dragon Fang Magic Sword shimmered with a restrained, demonic light in the dark night, transforming back into a black ring and returning to his finger.

"So, so powerful!"

Xiao Xiao was dumbfounded.

She was already at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, but in front of An Yi, she felt an unprecedented pressure.

This pressure was even more terrifying than what she felt from her master!

Just what level of strength did An Yi possess now!

Jiang Cheng looked indifferent, with no expression on his face, but his fists were tightly clenched, his nails digging into his palms and seeping blood.

The once unrivaled number one on the Hidden Dragon Ranking now looked like a complete joke.

Not to mention the likes of An Yi and Lin Chen, he probably couldn't even compare to Fang Jueming or Mo Jiu now!

"Little brother, what brilliant swordplay. From which sect do you learn?"

Master Yuan Yi said with a chuckle.

An Yi extracted a spirit core from Ghost Bear's body and said modestly, "They are just some second-rate sword techniques I figured out blindly on my own."

A hint of understanding appeared in Master Yuan Yi's eyes.

He had lived for three hundred years.

He had seen all kinds of sword techniques within the borders of Great Xia, but he was completely unfamiliar with the sword moves An Yi had displayed.

This kid was also full of secrets!

Looking at Ghost Bear, whose corpse had reverted to that of a giant brown bear, Fang Jueming sighed a little; he had wanted to give it a try too.

Master Yuan Yi said in a deep voice, "The Hundred Ghosts Sect has mobilized quite a few people this time. Everyone, be careful."

An Yi said lightly, "The grudge with the Hundred Ghosts Sect was forged long ago. If they want to fight, then let's fight."

"It is getting late. Everyone, rest early. The Martial Arts Conference will be held tomorrow afternoon, and this poor monk will await your esteemed presence at the Heavenly Dragon Temple."

Master Yuan Yi said, and with his hands behind his back, he slowly departed.

"See you tomorrow then."

An Yi tossed his Lamborghini car keys and said, "Let's go, Little Ming."

"An Yi..."

Xiao Xiao looked at An Yi's back and couldn't help but call out.

An Yi turned back in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"You, I mean, those girls..."

Xiao Xiao stammered a bit, not knowing how to describe it for a moment.

"It's true."

An Yi said with a light chuckle.

Xiao Xiao was instantly left a mess in the wind.

Watching An Yi take Fang Jueming and drive off in the Lamborghini, staring at the receding taillights, she stomped her foot in anger: "Scumbag!"

...

At four in the morning, the sky was still shrouded in darkness.

The period just before dawn was the quietest time in the city.

The entire city was silent.

Nie Qinglan lay in bed, sleeping soundly.

Next to her bed was a cute plush toy made to look like An Yi.

Tap!

The faint sound of footsteps could be heard.

A figure was walking, but bizarrely, he was walking upright on the wall, stepping closer to Nie Qinglan's window.

"Fragrant, such a fragrant scent..."

The man raised his head, and a distant streetlamp faintly illuminated his face.

Shockingly, there were four eyes on his forehead, making him look exceptionally eerie.

The law of the jungle was the rule of nature.

This also applied to demonic beasts.

Besides innate cultivation, plundering through the food chain was also a way to increase one's strength.

Powerful bloodlines held a fatal attraction for demonic beasts.

And right now, the aura emanating from the girl in the room was exceptionally tempting.

"I never would have thought that there would actually be such a powerful bloodline among humans."

The man grinned, revealing a smile.

Swish!

Before he could even step onto the window, a dart pierced right through his heart!

The man instantly fell to the ground, struggling, as pitch-black spider legs emerged from his back.

His upper half was still human, but his lower half had become a giant spider, looking incredibly terrifying.

"Ah! Ah!"

The man struggled, his face showing extreme pain.

Cough!

He coughed, and bloody froth spilled from the corners of his mouth.

What kind of potent poison was this, that even his physique as a level-five demonic beast could not withstand it?

"I, I..."

The man's face turned deathly pale, then gradually morphed into an ashen blue, his whole body turning freezing cold.

Following that, he collapsed onto the ground with a thud and never got up again.

His entire body transformed into a massive spider.

Whoosh!

In the night sky, several figures broke through the darkness and appeared in the residential area's flowerbed. They took the spider man's corpse away and vanished back into the night.

The entire process was completely silent.

Even the blood on the ground was wiped completely clean.

Inside the room, Nie Qinglan lay with her eyes open.

There was no fear, no terror. She was so calm that even she found it unbelievable.

This night, countless bizarre and supernatural events were happening silently.

...

Heavenly Dragon Temple.

In a coastal city, located on the main peak of Heavenly Dragon Mountain.

It was separated from Jiangbei City by the distance of an entire province.

A Tesla sped past on the road.

The person driving was the cold and stern-faced Lin Chen, with An Yi in the passenger seat.

In the back were a one-eyed black dog and Fang Jueming.

"Chen Bing and Bai Xiu have already arrived. If we hurry, we might be able to make it before twelve o'clock,"

Lin Chen glanced at the time and said, deep in thought.

An Yi scrolled through his phone out of boredom and yawned, "It's fine if we're late. Making a grand finale entrance has more of a vibe."

Unlike the last Martial Arts Conference, the Asura Sect was now a top-tier faction in Great Xia.

An Yi felt it was necessary to maintain his aura as a titan.

Lin Chen cast a sideways glance at him.

This guy really thought of himself as a big shot.

"A large number of people from the Hundred Ghosts Sect have already invaded major cities across Great Xia,"

Lin Chen said in a deep voice.

Just last night, over the span of a single night, multiple assault incidents had broken out within the borders of Great Xia.

The Law Enforcement Bureau, the Pantheon, the Daoist League, the Heavenly Dragon Temple.

Various forces had mobilized together just to suppress the situation.

An Yi said lightly, "I know. Aren't we holding the Martial Arts Conference exactly to discuss this matter?"

Hongtian said excitedly, "How many are there, how many? Don't forget my three hundred and twenty-five spirit cores."

Fang Jueming corrected, "It's three hundred and twenty-six!"

An Yi broke into a smile. "Enough to stuff you to death!"