Old dog...
The crowd in the City Lord’s mansion hall broke out in cold sweat upon hearing this address. Who would dare call City Lord Qi Hong that? It would surely invite death!
Qi Hong’s face turned icy cold, his body trembling with fury.
“Qi Hong, you old dog! Get the hell out here!”
Another thunderous roar echoed through the air.
The entire hall’s atmosphere grew tense and frozen.
Xu Chun raised an eyebrow slightly. He recognized the voice—it was Pockmark Wang!
“This is mutiny!”
Qi Hong slammed his palm on the table in anger, stepped out of the hall, and strode forward.
Behind him, eight top-tier experts followed him out.
“Patriarch…”
Behind Xu Chun, three spiritual cultivators hesitated.
“Follow me!” Xu Chun’s eyes glinted with cold light as he spoke solemnly.
The City Lord’s mansion was heavily guarded.
To enter, one had to pass through numerous checkpoints and barriers—it was no easy feat.
But the sky was unguarded.
When Qi Hong and his men stepped out, they instinctively looked up at the sky, where a young man with a tall, slender build stood, wearing a mysterious and eerie mask.
A pair of black wings with a metallic sheen created a powerful visual impact, while crimson flames-like energy danced around his legs, as if he was stepping through fire.
Xu Chun was deeply awed.
So Pockmark Wang could actually look this dashing when he covered his face!
“Who are you? How dare you barge into the City Lord’s mansion!”
Qi Hong asked in a cold tone.
An Yi looked down at the crowd below and said arrogantly, “Release Ye Tian!”
“This is the City Lord’s mansion! You don’t get to come and go as you please!”
Qi Hong shouted angrily.
The ground beneath him shattered, and a thick surge of earth-based spiritual power blanketed the entire area.
Xu Chun was shocked.
So Qi Hong was actually a late-stage Tian Gang spiritual cultivator—he had truly hidden his strength!
“Let me try him out!”
With a surge of energy, a short-statured spiritual cultivator from behind Qi Hong leaped into the air.
In his hands spun a massive axe, disproportionate to his size, as he swung it toward An Yi with the force of a mountain cleaver.
“Pockmark Wang! Don’t get cocky!”
As the axe-wielder roared, his blade came crashing down on An Yi.
Clang!
An Yi raised his hand, a black sword effortlessly blocking the blow.
Cold sweat dripped from the axe-wielder’s forehead.
He realized he had overestimated himself—his full-powered strike hadn’t even made the opponent’s hand tremble.
“Hah, you can withstand one hit from me? Not bad—you’ve got some skill!”
The axe-wielder put on a brave face, sneering with feigned disdain.
He figured his opponent was also at the mid-stage of Tian Gang, just like him, so a fight was still possible.
An Yi gave him a cold glance and swung his sword, saying, “Scram!”
The man raised his axe to block, his blood surging from the impact, yet he grinned viciously, “Slow and easy—nothing special!”
The Fourth Form of the Dragon-Slaying Sword—Thunderbolt!
With that, the black blade flickered with blue lightning, streaking across the sky like a flash of light!
“Ahh!”
A blood-curdling scream echoed through the air.
Blood scattered in the sky.
The axe-wielder’s chest was severely wounded, and he plummeted down, crashing heavily onto the ground with a thud.
Thud! Thud!
At that moment, the axe, now broken into two pieces, fell from the sky as well.
The crowd was horrified, staring in disbelief at the figure in the sky.
That one strike had even destroyed his weapon!
Was this man truly just at the mid-stage of Tian Gang?
“Who exactly are you, sir?”
Qi Hong suppressed the unease in his heart and asked in a low voice.
He didn’t believe for a second that someone with such ability could be the unknown Pockmark Wang.
In an instant, the names of all the top experts in the Eastern Spirit Empire flashed through Qi Hong’s mind, but none of them matched.
"My name is An Yi!"
An Yi swept his gaze across the crowd below, speaking coldly.
The people exchanged confused looks—none of them had any idea who An Yi was.
"I'll give you two choices!"
An Yi pointed his longsword at the crowd, speaking slowly. "One, release Ye Tian obediently. Two, I'll kill until you let him go!"
"What the hell kind of joke is this!"
Below, the men of Qi City were furious.
A mere mid-stage Heavenly Dipper dared to take on so many of them?
"Get him together!"
A burly man with dark skin grinned and spoke.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The remaining seven spirit practitioners soared into the air, surrounding An Yi in an encirclement.
"Let's see how much the famous Pockmark Wang is really worth!"
The dark-skinned man sneered. His name was Hu Yong, the top fighter from Yu City in Lingchuan Domain.
"You've got some nerve barging into a wolf's den. This time, you're not walking out!"
Another bald man with full-body tattoos, grinning viciously. He was Yu Cang, the top expert from Gu City.
The two twins were the Qi City Twin Killers, bodyguards of Qi Hong.
The remaining three were elite masters of Qi City, trained as Qi Hong's death warriors.
"Let's see how you escape now!"
Qi Hong clasped his hands behind his back, staring up at An Yi surrounded in the sky, a cruel smile curling on his lips.
Xu Chun's face darkened slightly. He had always thought the Xu family could at least pose a threat to the city lord's mansion. Now he realized they were nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
An Yi scanned the seven men around him, his expression contemptuous: "No-name soldiers and ragtag pawns!"
"You're asking for it!"
The twin brothers roared in anger, swinging their long blades and charging in.
An Yi waved his hand, and a crescent-shaped Sword of Sorrow blade slashed horizontally.
"Watch out, brother!"
One of the Twin Killers raised his long blade, channeling water spirit power to block An Yi's attack. He staggered back several steps, blood seeping from his lips.
The others narrowed their eyes, their faces turning cold.
Hu Yong gripped his hunting knife, murderous intent blazing.
The enemy was strong—no chance of winning one-on-one. But with seven of them attacking together, this guy wouldn't have a prayer of escaping.
Just then, an indescribable tremor rippled through the air.
"What—what is this!"
The group was stunned.
An Yi's demeanor had utterly transformed.
His short black hair turned silver-white, flowing in the wind.
Behind the eerie mask, his eyes became crimson pupils.
In the same breath, An Yi's power surged upward—late-stage Heavenly Dipper, peak Heavenly Dipper, then halting just short of the Half-Step Nirvana realm.
The seven men's eyes shrank as they tightened their grips on their weapons.
What the hell is this?
An Yi grinned, his smile brimming with arrogance: "Finally got a world where I can cut loose!"
"Arrogant bastard!"
Hu Yong's hunting knife erupted with green spirit power tendrils that coiled toward An Yi.
An Yi spread open his wings and halted midair, as if bound.
"Nice work!"
One of the three death warriors yelled in glee, swinging a massive hammer at An Yi's head.
Bam!
Blood splattered. An arm, still clutching the hammer, tumbled down from the air.
Before the death warrior could even react, a foot planted itself in his face and stomped down.
Whoosh!
The ground of the city lord's mansion exploded—shards of stone and dust flying up—and blasted a huge crater. The death warrior's body shot down like a cannonball, slamming into the city wall and smashing into a bloody mess.
The binding spirit technique Hu Yong had cast shattered, his face turning pale.
An Yi raised a slender finger, pushed up the demon mask, and said softly, "Keep going."
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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