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Chang Zhu and Chang Xiaoxiao, the master and disciple duo, trembled all over as they watched the countless multicolored poisonous snakes before them.
This illusory realm was designed to manifest each person’s deepest fears.
“Master… Master, didn’t you say this was an illusion? How come these snakes all seem so real!” Chang Xiaoxiao was on the verge of tears.
At that moment, Chang Zhu’s expression darkened as she suddenly pushed Chang Xiaoxiao.
With a scream, Chang Xiaoxiao was surrounded by the poisonous snakes.
Crying, she yelled, “Master, save me quickly!”
Chang Zhu remained unmoved.
She wanted to test whether the snakes would let her go after they had something to eat.
But the results obviously disappointed her.
The snakes devoured Chang Xiaoxiao until only her bones remained in an instant, yet the illusion did not dissipate.
Just then, a light sigh was heard.
“To call you Master for over a decade, and now to meet your end by a swarm of snakes, you truly are ruthless!”
Chang Zhu was shocked to her core and turned to look, only to see Xue An strolling out from among the snakes.
Wherever he passed, the snakes scattered, and all prostrated on the ground, seemingly worshiping him.
Chang Zhu felt a wave of regret in her heart but put on an exceedingly obsequious smile.
“Xue… Mr. Xue, you truly possess divine cultivation skills. I admire you. My disciple was offensive that day at the airport; now she has met her just deserts, please save me!”
Xue An listened quietly, and only after Chang Zhu had finished speaking did he raise an eyebrow slightly, “Are you done?”
A chill ran through Chang Zhu’s heart, and with trembling voice, she said, “Mr. Xue, I… I belong to the Chang Family of Qizhou, you… ”
She could not finish her sentence, for with a casual wave of his hand, Chang Zhu’s head exploded.
Until her death, Chang Zhu never expected that Xue An would strike so suddenly, so her mangled face still bore a trace of astonishment.
The corpse fell to the ground.
Xue An said indifferently, “Always mentioning the Chang Family of Qizhou, do you know how annoying that is?”
Having said this, Xue An’s figure gradually disappeared.
Pan Yin and Song Yi were also within the same illusion.
What they faced was a mountain of knives with countless sharp blades standing erect.
The two stood on a small rock atop the mountain of knives which was also shrinking gradually.
Pan Yin’s complexion was grim as he angrily said, “Song Yi, you old man, did you pass all your skills to that Xue An?”
At this moment, Song Yi sneered. “Pan Yin, do you know why you’re still nothing but a Xiaoyao even now? Because you’re a damn fool! Mr. Xue merely borrowed the title. What kind of person is he? How could he be my disciple?”
Pan Yin was shaken and remembered the scene where Xue An single-handedly broke the Immortal Array.
Song Yi said coldly, “You’ve all made one mistake, and that is opposing Mr. Xue. Old man has never seen anyone clash with Mr. Xue and live to tell the tale!”
Pan Yin’s face gradually paled, eventually looking at Song Yi with a face full of resentment.
“Stop bragging; I’m not easily frightened. Even if I have to die, you’re going ahead of me!”
With that, Pan Yin threw a fierce punch. Song Yi dodged, but the rock under his feet was treacherously slippery, and he nearly fell off.
Pan Yin kept attacking with a vicious smile while Song Yi was in constant peril.
But just then, Xue An gradually appeared.
Song Yi was overjoyed, “Mr. Xue!”
Pan Yin’s face turned white.
Xue An smiled faintly, “Song Yi, you sure have picked a fine disciple! So adept at treachery and patricide, are we?”
Song Yi forced a smile.
Then Xue An said, “Now, I will give you a chance to clean up your own house!”
As Xue An pointed lightly, Song Yi felt a surge of boundless strength course through him.
His aura skyrocketed.
In contrast, Pan Yin’s aura began to wane.
Pan Yin’s face twisted with anger, “What… what are you trying to do?”
“What am I trying to do?” Song Yi said with a cold chuckle.
“I took you in out of pity, recognizing a bit of talent in you. Never did I expect such ingrate ambition from you, to betray and usurp your own master. Now with Mr. Xue’s help, I, Song Yi, shall personally clean house!”
With that said, Song Yi swung out a palm.
Pan Yin was knocked to the ground, nearly tumbling down the mountain of knives.
Pan Yin completely broke down, crying and crawling on the ground, “Master, mercy, Master! I was blinded, please spare me this one time!”
Song Yi was unmoved, “Heaven may forgive you, but I will not!”
With a kick, he sent the screaming Pan Yin tumbling down the mountain of blades.
Thud, thud, thud!
Pan Yin screamed miserably as he rolled all the way down from the mountain of blades.
By the time he reached the bottom, he had become a lump of flesh.
At the same time, the illusory realm dissipated, and they returned to the small island.
Song Yi let out a breath and respectfully knelt before Xue An.
“Mr. Xue, I am eternally grateful for your assistance today,” Song Yi vowed, “From now on, I shall serve as Mr. Xue’s humble servant!”
Xue An smiled and casually tossed the book in his hand over.
“This thing is of no use to me, but it’s perfect for you, so cultivate it yourself!”
As Song Yi took a look, his whole body shook.
“This… what is this!”
Xue An nodded, “This is what the Immortal left behind!”
Tears welled up in Song Yi’s eyes. All of a sudden, he extended his hand, bit his middle finger, wrote a talisman spell on his forehead, and then declared aloud.
“Disciple Song Yi vows to serve Mr. Xue for life, and should there be any disloyalty, may my soul be destroyed!”
This was the fealty oath Song Yi swore!
Xue An only smiled at this and then turned to enter the illusory realm where Ming Ruifeng and Yuan Yunxin were.
The two were facing a battlefield filled with the roar of war.
At this moment, Ming Ruifeng was already riddled with wounds, and Yuan Yunxin was also covered in blood.
“Yuan Yunxin, didn’t you say this was an illusory realm? Then why does it feel so real?” Ming Ruifeng struggled to kill a soldier and roared furiously.
Desperation painted Yuan Yunxin’s face as she said in a daze, “It’s no use, this is an Immortal’s illusion. Once trapped, you either die or find a way out, there is no other way to break free!”
“No! I refuse to die! This is all your fault, you fool! Aren’t you supposed to be a prodigy? Break us out of here!” Ming Ruifeng yelled hysterically.
Suddenly.
Everything on the battlefield stopped.
Ming Ruifeng was stunned, looked up, and saw Xue An slowly approaching.
Disbelief appeared on Yuan Yunxin’s face.
“You… how can you be…?”
Xue An smiled, and with a gentle wave of his hand, all the soldiers dispersed like smoke.
“Such an illusion can hardly trouble me!”
Then he looked toward Ming Ruifeng.
“The great young master of the Ming Family is scared of death?”
Ming Ruifeng’s expression fluctuated, “You… who exactly are you?”
By now he had realized that Xue An was definitely not Song Yi’s disciple.
Xue An smiled lightly, “As I said, my surname is Xue, and my name is Xue An!”
Xue An?
Ming Ruifeng furrowed his brow.
That name sounded so familiar!
That’s when Yuan Yunxin said tremulously, “You… you are Xue An? The Xue An who killed my elder brother?”
Xue An nodded.
Ming Ruifeng felt his head go blank with a bang.
So it was him!
The one who extinguished a Sword Immortal with one sword, the Xue An who slaughtered everyone in Moonwatching Pavilion!
Ming Ruifeng’s whole body trembled.
Yuan Yunxin’s face was filled with grief and despair.
At that moment, Xue An looked toward Ming Ruifeng with a smile, “Young Master Ming, I also have another identity—I am An Qing’s brother-in-law!”
An Qing?
Ming Ruifeng suddenly remembered among the military personnel he had captured, there was a woman named An Qing.
His face filled with shock.
Xue An shook his head and sighed, “Moreover, that Ming Yuan from your family was also killed by me!”
Xue An paused and then smiled ominously, “But none of these matters. What’s important is that your Ming Family will cease to exist as well!”