Slaying the Immortal

Silver hair, crimson eyes.

The demonic sword Dragon Fang in An Yi's hand buzzed ominously as immense power surged into it.

A flash of black light—the dagger-sized Dragon Fang suddenly transformed into a sleek, obsidian longsword.

Its dazzling blade radiated both breathtaking allure and a boiling aura of menace!

A trace of panic flickered in the Gourd Immortal's scarlet eyes.

An Yi, now gripping the black longsword, had undergone a chilling transformation—cold, ruthless, and brimming with overwhelming bloodlust!

"Playing tricks, are we?"

The Gourd Immortal snorted, forcing himself to stay composed.

A black vine slithered from behind him, its tip glinting with a deadly gleam.

For the first time in over a century, his ever-smiling eyes darkened with solemnity.

Because he had a premonition.

This time… he might die.

Watching the vine lunge at him like a serpent, An Yi frowned slightly and raised his hand.

"Disgusting thing—don’t touch me!"

A razor-sharp air blade shrieked through the air with a sonic boom!

It slashed straight toward the Gourd Immortal’s vine!

"Qi Manipulation!"

But the power behind this technique was now in a league of its own.

The air blade struck the vine with a deafening clash!

The Gourd Immortal roared, and his black vine tore through An Yi’s attack effortlessly.

"Tch. Is that all? If this is your limit, then die here!"

The Gourd Immortal sneered, his confidence restored as a sinister chuckle escaped his lips.

Three hundred years of life, and I let a brat scare me? How pathetic.

In terms of strength, this kid stood no chance against him!

But his laughter abruptly choked off—like a rooster getting its neck wrung.

An Yi had somehow appeared behind him without a sound, lifting that eerie, mesmerizing black sword.

"Old man, this vine’s your lifeline, isn’t it?"

An Yi grinned, resting the sword on his shoulder.

Beneath his feet lay the Gourd Immortal’s main vine—severed.

"Y-You… what are you doing?!"

The Gourd Immortal paled.

That vine was his lifeline—but how did this kid know?!

"Guess."

An Yi’s silver hair whipped wildly as his handsome face twisted into a devilish smirk.

With a single swing—

Slish!

Blue blood sprayed.

The vine was cleanly bisected.

The Gourd Immortal staggered back, horrified. "Y-You…!"

That main vine wasn’t just his lifeline—it was also the toughest part of his body.

Yet An Yi’s sword had sliced through it like paper.

An Yi advanced, step by step, the black sword still resting on his shoulder.

"You love drinking blood, don’t you? Well, I’m right here—come and take a sip!"

Having lost his main vine, the Gourd Immortal visibly aged. His wrinkled face sagged, his complexion ashen.

Now, he looked like a man on death’s doorstep.

"Impossible… with your strength, you shouldn’t have been able to…"

The Gourd Immortal muttered, his eyes dimming.

An Yi said nothing. He lowered the black sword, dragging it along the ground as he closed in.

200% power in berserk mode. 150% sneak attack bonus. Total 350% damage output.

Combined with the indestructible demonic blade Dragon Fang—

Slicing through the Gourd Immortal’s vine was child’s play.

"Spare me!"

The Gourd Immortal’s ferocity vanished as he gritted his teeth. "My lifeline’s gone. My strength’s crippled, and I don’t have long to live. I’m no threat to you now!"

"Nah."

An Yi’s lips curled in amusement. He raised the sword—then vanished like the wind, reappearing mid-air to slash downward at the Gourd Immortal’s face.

"Then we die together!"

The Gourd Immortal bellowed, swinging his massive palms at An Yi.

All stats boosted by 200%!

An Yi’s already supernatural speed became ghostly. His silver hair fluttered as he effortlessly dodged the attack—then brought the sword down in a fluid arc.

Slish!

Blue blood rained from the sky.

A gruesome gash split the Gourd Immortal’s shoulder, deep enough to reveal bone.

"Too much fat. Didn’t cut all the way through."

An Yi’s crimson eyes gleamed with mockery. "But no worries—we’ve got time."

Another swing—

The Gourd Immortal’s waist erupted in another spray of blue.

"Monster…!"

The Gourd Immortal’s scarlet eyes finally filled with terror.

Run!

He had to run. Without his main vine, he was no match for this demon!

Countless vines surged toward An Yi like a tidal wave.

An Yi flicked his fingers—

Air blades shredded the vines effortlessly.

"Old man, hide well—I’m coming for you!"

An Yi smirked, gripping the demonic sword.

But the Gourd Immortal was nowhere to be seen.

"Underground."

Zhou Jun, lying on the ground, muttered weakly.

An Yi’s brow twitched—then he grinned. "Thanks."

His crimson eyes sharpened as he raised the sword—

And plunged it into the earth!

Air blades exploded outward, churning the ground like a plow.

A bloodcurdling shriek echoed as—

BOOM!

The floor collapsed.

There was another layer beneath.

An Yi dropped into the abyss.

"No!"

Nie Qinglan screamed, her face twisted in anguish.

"Relax. It’s shallow. He won’t die."

Zhou Jun said flatly, his eyes dull.

"But what if he gets hurt?!"

Zhou Jun: "..."

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The lower level of the dungeon was a nightmare incarnate.

Dozens of corpses—some skeletal, others still rotting—littered the ground.

Over a hundred victims.

This place had existed for two years, and every corpse was a trophy of the Gourd Immortal’s cruelty.

The Gourd Immortal lay gasping, his scarlet eyes dim with despair.

An Yi’s last strike had pierced his skull.

"Interesting. Why aren’t you dead yet?"

An Yi tilted his head, amused.

"What… do you want?!"

The Gourd Immortal’s voice was weak, but his gaze remained venomous.

If not for that sneak attack severing his lifeline, he wouldn’t be in this state!

All that power—wasted!

An Yi scoffed.

To him, the Gourd Immortal was nothing but a pathetic joke.

Overwhelming strength.

Abilities that dwarfed his own.

Yet he’d still been backed into a corner.

"Just kill me!"

The Gourd Immortal shut his eyes, resigned.

"Teacher Gourd, I’ve got two questions for you."

An Yi leaped onto the Gourd Immortal’s mountainous body, pressing the black sword against his arm. "Hesitate for a second, and I’ll take an arm. Run out of arms, and we move to legs."

"Ask!"

The Gourd Immortal spat through gritted teeth.

He just wanted this torment to end.

An Yi smiled leisurely. "First question—are you from the Ancient Continent?"

The Gourd Immortal’s scarlet eyes widened in shock.