The Fourth Move of Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords — Thunderbolt

The massive purple serpent coiled its body, its cold eyes fixed on the flaming figure descending from the sky, desperate to flee.

But in that instant, the ground beneath her cracked and collapsed.

Her enormous serpentine form sank into the earth, her head slightly lowered.

What’s happening?!

Feeling the oppressive force weighing down on her body, the purple serpent found herself unable to break free!

And just then, An Yi, gripping a massive sword, descended from above, closing in rapidly!

The swirling flames surged, unleashing waves of scorching heat!

After mastering fire-based spiritual energy, his technique, Dragon’s Descent, had become even more effortless.

The sky blazed with fiery light!

The purple serpent’s body was pierced clean through by the heavy sword!

Emerald blood sprayed in all directions.

A shrill, agonized shriek echoed through the air!

Ding! Vital strike landed, triggering passive skill [Silent Kill]!

An Yi broke out in a cold sweat.

Holy crap!

Did I just hit the seven-inch weak spot?

Don’t die on me!

Ding! [Silent Kill] activation failed!

Hearing the system’s voice, An Yi finally let out a sigh of relief.

If he’d actually killed her, he’d have nowhere to cry!

Zhang Qianyu, who had just scrambled up from the ground, was utterly dumbstruck by the sight.

So this guy is this strong?!

The purple serpent writhed, her massive body twisting as she opened her maw wide!

A piercing shriek tore through the heavens!

Her overwhelming aura was terrifying, her attacks growing fiercer by the second!

The purple serpent was now fighting An Yi with her life on the line!

An Yi stretched out his hand, and the Dragonfang Demon Sword, embedded in the ground in the distance, shot back into his grasp like a streak of light.

Gripping the hilt, he took a deep breath as crackling blue-purple lightning coiled around the blade.

Fourth Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Thunderbolt!

Just as the purple serpent was about to swallow An Yi whole, his figure flashed like lightning, wreathed in violet thunder, charging straight into her gaping maw.

Time seemed to freeze in that moment.

Yet An Yi’s sword moved with blinding speed!

The Dragonfang Demon Sword transformed into a lightning-fast thrust!

Sssshhhhk!

The purple serpent screamed in agony!

The sky rained emerald blood.

An Yi landed on one knee, slowly sheathing his sword!

At this moment, he resembled Lin Chen—his handsome face devoid of any expression!

Zhang Qianyu, who had just gotten back on his feet, stared in stunned silence.

Damn it!

Such a cool moment to show off, and he stole it!

Jiang Cheng clenched his fists, glaring at An Yi.

The top-ranked on the Hidden Dragon List, the strongest of the younger generation—did he still deserve that title now?

He wasn’t sure if he could defeat this guy anymore.

Deep down, he already knew the answer—he just lacked the courage to admit it.

Xiao Xiao hugged her arms, her bright eyes burning with desire as she stared at An Yi.

"Stop showing off already! I’m freezing to death!"

Watching the emerald rain fall, An Yi smirked arrogantly and closed his eyes.

Ready to embrace this bloody baptism!

Right now, he looked every bit the ruthless, bloodthirsty villain—arrogant and cold.

"Ah! My face!"

A chubby Taoist yelped as a drop of emerald blood landed on his cheek, instantly sizzling and leaving a bean-sized scar.

"The blood’s poisonous?!"

An Yi’s eyes snapped open, his soul nearly leaving his body in fright. He hastily conjured an air barrier to block the falling blood rain.

Sssss!

Sssss!

Where the blood struck the ground, it burned like acid, leaving behind terrifying holes.

A chorus of pained howls erupted from the group of Taoists, sounding like a slaughterhouse.

Seeing this, An Yi’s back was drenched in cold sweat.

Goddammit!

Can’t I just have one complete, uninterrupted badass moment?!

"The snake’s getting away!" Zhang Qianyu shouted, spotting the purple serpent stirring.

An Yi glanced over and scoffed. "Hmph. No one escapes under my watch!"

As he spoke, the purple serpent, despite her grievous wounds, began slithering away.

"Trying to run?

Not that easy!"

"Great Might—cough—Air Barrier!"

An Yi activated his Aerokinesis, intending to trap the serpent.

But his barrier shattered like paper under her force.

"What the hell? Why isn’t it working the same?!"

"How the hell does Lin Chen’s poker face turn air into a cage?!"

No time to dwell on it now!

An Yi lunged after her.

But the serpent’s massive form shimmered—then vanished.

"Gone?"

An Yi raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously? Just like that?"

"Come out! I can see you!" An Yi declared sternly.

Silence. Not a trace of life in the air.

"Did I really lose her?"

His expression darkened.

He’d just boasted, only to get slapped in the face—how was the leader of the Asura Sect supposed to live this down?!

In a shadowy corner below.

A faint ripple of light revealed Zi Xin’s curvaceous, naked figure.

Her porcelain skin, though marred by gruesome wounds, still held an alluring beauty.

"Asura Sect… An Yi!"

Zi Xin gritted her teeth, casting a cold glare in the direction An Yi had left.

Just then, An Yi—who had seemingly departed—suddenly doubled back in a surprise counterattack.

Zi Xin gasped, quickly retreating into the shadows.

"Tch! She really got away!"

After a fruitless search, An Yi finally gave up.

"What a wasted opportunity!"

Zi Xin waited a long while, ensuring An Yi was truly gone, before exhaling in relief. Seizing the moment, she fled into the distance.

"Only half a century has passed…

Yet the world has changed so much."

Back then, only someone ranked in the top fifty of the Heavenly Leaderboard could hope to challenge her.

But now, even a brat could beat her into the dirt!

Zi Xin hadn’t gone far when—

A chilling sword gleam flashed before her!

An overwhelming pressure bore down!

Her body trembled—she had never encountered a human with such terrifying power.

Just the aura alone was enough to freeze one’s soul!

"Little miss running around naked at night, where exactly are you trying to escape to?"

A disheveled old Taoist priest in gray robes, clutching a gourd of wine, stroked his beard and grinned at her.

Zi Xin halted.

Even after fifty years, she recognized him instantly.

"Hah. Truly, ‘thirty years east of the river, thirty years west.’

The mischievous brat from back then has grown into a peerless powerhouse."

"Zi… Zi Xin?"

The Old Taoist Priest’s usual carefree demeanor faded, replaced by solemnity as he stared at her.

Zi Xin smirked mockingly. "Are you here to kill me?"

The two locked eyes for a long moment.

Finally, the Old Taoist Priest murmured, "…It’s been a while."

"Where’d she go?! How’d the snake escape?!"

"Who was it that said no one gets away under his watch again?"

"Ooooh, my face stings from that slap!"

Zhang Qianyu sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Ha! spit Shameless!

And he calls himself the Asura Sect Leader?!"

Clink.

A black sword rested against Zhang Qianyu’s neck.

"That ‘lady’ isn’t human—she’s a damn snake! Of course she slipped away. You picking a fight with me over semantics?"

An Yi arched a brow, his voice icy.

Zhang Qianyu broke out in a cold sweat. "E-Easy there, Brother Yi! Just trying to lighten the mood—it’s freezing here!"

Just then, Xiao Xiao, shivering uncontrollably, crept over and stared at An Yi with pleading eyes.

The pressure of a pretty girl’s gaze was too much!

With a sigh, An Yi spread his arms, and Xiao Xiao immediately clung to him.

Her petite body nestled into his embrace, greedily soaking up his warmth.

Zhang Qianyu’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

Who the hell can give him an explanation!

What the hell happened during those few minutes he was riding a bird in the sky?!!!

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