Arrogant Lin Chen

Listen up, everyone—we must save An Yi!

Wu Susu's voice rang out clearly.

Understood!

The women responded in unison, drawing their swords.

An Yi was utterly baffled.

He really didn’t need saving!

Well, well, what do we have here? A bunch of ladies delivering themselves to us?

Batu grinned, his expression lewd.

The other martial artists sneered at the women, their gazes equally vulgar and dismissive.

Senior Sister Wu Susu’s strength was only at the early-stage Void Force realm, while the other sisters, though numerous, were mostly at the Transforming Force or Hidden Force levels.

They posed little threat.

The women’s faces paled, some even trembling as they gripped their swords.

Many of them had never experienced real combat. Facing these ruthless outlaws, their morale had already crumbled.

Brothers, are you ready?

Batu bared his teeth in a cruel smirk.

Sshhink!

The response came in the form of a sword’s keen cry.

Blood sprayed.

Four martial artists collapsed.

Batu’s eyes bulged, his spine turning to ice. All four were Void Force experts—slaughtered in the blink of an eye by this kid?!

You’re forcing my hand.

With a flick of the demonic sword Dragon Fang, An Yi shook off the blood.

In an instant, he broke through the encirclement, positioning himself protectively in front of the women.

Leave them to me, he said coolly, his back turned to them.

But—

Wu Susu froze.

Among the enemies were several Void Force experts, led by Batu, a late-stage Void Force warrior. They had entered this fight prepared to die.

Kid, if you’re gonna show off in front of women, you’d better have the skills to back it up!

Batu sneered, raising his blade for a vicious slash.

Sshhink!

A thin red line appeared across Batu’s throat.

An Yi had already reappeared behind him, sheathing his sword with deliberate calm.

Fifth Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords: Autumn Scar.

Thud.

Batu’s head hit the ground, his body collapsing right after.

Silence engulfed the scene.

The remaining outlaws stared in horror. A late-stage Void Force expert—killed in a single strike!

At least let a man say his last words.

Wu Susu’s eyes gleamed. She had heard rumors of An Yi’s strength, but never imagined he could obliterate a late-stage Void Force opponent so effortlessly.

An Yi tightened his grip on the sword, his gaze sweeping over the intruders as a chilling grin spread across his face. Flames coiled around his feet before he lunged forward.

Under the cover of night, An Yi moved like a specter.

The black Dragon Fang sword reaped lives without mercy.

One slash—two more Void Force experts fell.

An Yi is amazing!

The women behind him cheered, their eyes alight with admiration.

He cut down Void Force warriors like they were nothing—his power was beyond comprehension!

The remaining intruders snapped out of their daze. This monster was not someone they could oppose.

Don’t fight—run!

A Void Force martial artist barely got the words out before blood gushed from his throat.

Before dying, he stared blankly at the sea of corpses around him, his eyes widening in realization.

He was the last one standing.

The Dragon Fang sword shimmered, shrinking back into a black ring.

An Yi is… really, really incredible!

Watching the vicious intruders fall, the women of the Azure Luan Pavilion beamed with excitement.

An Yi turned, flashing a roguish smile. The intruders have been dealt with. I hope none of you were disturbed.

Wu Susu stepped forward gracefully, her demeanor now refined and elegant—a far cry from her earlier boldness in the stone pool.

Thank you for your assistance, Young Master An, she said softly, her voice sweet and melodious.

The other women bowed in gratitude, whispering among themselves with flushed cheeks.

A beautiful matron, her eyes shimmering with gratitude, said, Who would’ve thought Young Master An was so perceptive? You anticipated these villains’ movements.

Yeah, yeah! Young Master An is amazing!

Guoguo, a petite girl with delicate features, gazed at An Yi with undisguised admiration.

Handsome, fit, unbelievably strong, and sharp-minded—how could anyone not fall for him?

It was nothing, really, An Yi replied with a modest cough.

How had he known the intruders’ location?

Naturally, through meticulous deduction.

It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the Azure Luan Pavilion’s disciples were bathing here!

But his predictions had proven correct.

Who were these people? An Yi asked.

Senior Sister Liu, what do you think? Wu Susu turned to an elegant, fair-skinned woman—Liu Yue'e.

Batu was a retainer of the Heavenly Demon Sect. The other two were from the Flame Ghost Sect and the Eagle Claw School. The rest are unknown, Liu Yue'e explained, lifting a corpse’s sleeve to reveal a flame tattoo. Her refined face darkened. This one… is from the Blazing Sword Manor!

Wu Susu examined another body and stiffened. I recognize this man—he’s from the Jade Mountain Sect!

The women exchanged uneasy glances.

Meanwhile, in a serene courtyard within the Blazing Sword Manor…

A gaunt, silver-haired man stood with his hands behind his back, stroking his beard as he gazed at the starry sky. His eyes gleamed with sharp intelligence.

A guard-like martial artist entered and bowed.

How did it go? Fen Qingyun asked leisurely, his voice calm.

"Valley Master, Batu and the others—none have returned," the guard reported solemnly.

"Not a single one?" Fen Qingyun frowned, his voice low. "Did the Tianxuan Sect send reinforcements?"

"To my knowledge, the Tianxuan Sect dispatched no one to Qingyuan Pavilion," the guard answered.

Fen Qingyun stroked his beard, eyes narrowing. "At this hour, their absence bodes ill. Mu Qingyi is merely at the mid-stage of the Void Realm—how could she possibly withstand them?"

"I’ve heard… a man arrived at Qingyuan Pavilion," the guard added.

"A man? What man?" Fen Qingyun demanded sharply.

Before the guard could finish, he collapsed to the ground with a thud—lifeless.

Witnessing this, Fen Qingyun’s pupils contracted. He crouched to examine the guard’s pallid face, his expression darkening.

"Poisoned?"

Then, his gaze sharpened as he plucked a slender steel needle from the back of the guard’s neck.

The sight of the peculiarly crafted needle made Fen Qingyun’s face tighten.

"The nerves at this acupoint are barely sensitive. To strike here with such precision… the skill required is unimaginable."

The needle’s tip gleamed green—undoubtedly laced with venom.

Fen Qingyun then retrieved a note pinned to the needle’s end.

He unfolded it hastily, and as his eyes scanned the words, fury ignited within him. His energy surged, reducing the paper to dust.

The note’s author claimed to be Lin Chen!

He boasted of slaughtering every envoy Fen Qingyun had sent and scrawled vile insults mocking the Blazing Sword Valley.

"Lin Chen! Who the hell are you? To dare provoke my Blazing Sword Valley so brazenly—such arrogance! Mark my words, I will carve you into pieces!"

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