Chapter 1109: Three Swords

Han Fengqiu's expression changed. He clearly hadn't expected Zu An to know this.

But the tiger demon beside him couldn't stand it. "Haha, what a boast! I killed those people. What can you do to me? For mere mortals, dying at the hands of a master like me is a blessing they accumulated over eight lifetimes."

Rage points from Huxin +398 +398 +398...

Because Zu An carried the sachet given to him by Concubine Bai, his cultivation level appeared to be only around the sixth rank in the eyes of outsiders.

Although Huxin found it strange that the other party had managed to block his move, he merely assumed Zu An possessed some kind of magical artifact and didn't take him seriously.

Being short-tempered, he naturally couldn't restrain himself upon hearing a mere sixth-rank cultivator speak so boastfully.

"So you're Huxin," Zu An said, giving him a cold glance.

For some reason, Huxin's heart trembled slightly at the sight of the profound, cold gaze. But he immediately became furious out of embarrassment. Why should he be wary of this scrawny boy? Lately, living among humans, he had indeed picked up their bad habit of being overly cautious.

"Heard of this master's name? Kneel down now and kowtow to apologize, and if I'm in a good mood, I might just spare your life!"

Zu An calmly replied, "I just don't want to be unable to tell those vengeful spirits the name of their enemy when I offer your head as a sacrifice."

"You're asking for death!" Huxin roared in fury.

Rage points from Huxin +444 +444 +444...

"Brother Hu, calm down. This kid is a bit strange." At this, Han Fengqiu stepped forward to stop him, then waved his hand.

Suddenly, a large group of masked warriors appeared around the courtyard. Their chilling aura and bloodthirsty glints in their eyes clearly indicated they were strictly trained deathsworn.

"Kill him!" Han Fengqiu ordered. Although the opponent's identity was somewhat sensitive, he now knew the Qi King's secret and could not be allowed to live.

Afterward, he would simply burn this place down, and who would ever find out how he died?

The deathsworn showed no hesitation, drawing their blades and lunging forward.

Han Fengqiu inwardly gloated, thinking that after reaching such a high position, one wouldn't fight alone like in the jianghu.

Among these deathsworn, there was one seventh-rank, three sixth-rank, and the rest were fourth or fifth-rank. They were no less capable than elite imperial guards, and each was proficient in the art of killing.

While these people might not be able to defeat Zu An in a group attack, they could certainly wear down his strength.

Besides, he could observe Zu An's techniques and moves from the side. This guy's power was incredibly strange, and he possessed many unpredictable methods that needed to be guarded against.

As for the lives of these deathsworn, he was now considered a semi-superior figure, so he naturally wouldn't care. If they died, he would simply replace them with a new batch.

Seeing the deathsworn charging fearlessly from all directions, Zu An took a gentle step forward, and an invisible surge of energy spread outwards.

The deathsworn, who were about to charge, were suppressed by this immense pressure and couldn't move an inch.

Huxin, who had been watching with amusement, suddenly widened his eyes. Damn it, how could this guy be only sixth-rank!

At that moment, the seventh-rank deathsworn and the three sixth-rank ones each channeled their power, barely managing to move freely. They seized the opportunity to swing their swords at various vital points around Zu An.

They were deathsworn, trained from a young age in killing techniques. While they might not be as good as many cultivators of the same rank in arena duels, in a fight to the death, each of them had successfully killed targets with higher cultivation levels than themselves.

Zu An's demonstrated power was astonishing this time, but they showed no fear. Instead, their eyes gleamed with excitement.

If they managed to kill such a powerful expert, their reward would be unimaginable.

Watching the attackers approach, Zu An casually waved his hand. The several swords, coming from various angles, were instantly pulled together by a suction force. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the longswords were twisted and snapped.

He then flicked his hand, and the broken sword tips shot out, piercing several deathsworn. They clutched their throats, their faces filled with disbelief.

Gurgling sounds came from their mouths, and foamy blood continuously overflowed, but they could no longer speak.

At this moment, Huxin, who had been watching the spectacle, trembled all over. He no longer held any contempt, and his expression became serious.

Han Fengqiu's eyes widened even further. He had fought Zu An before, and though Zu An was formidable then, Han Fengqiu was confident that in a real fight, he could even fight with one hand tied behind his back.

Although he had made progress during this period, one still had to follow the objective laws of cultivation.

He had already overestimated his opponent sufficiently, and to be cautious, he had even sent his subordinates to test his techniques and skills. How could he have known they would be instantly defeated in a single encounter?

Am I dreaming?

At this, Zu An looked directly at Huxin and said coldly, "They say the demon race is brave, yet you only dare to hide behind others. I think you're not from the tiger clan, but rather from the turtle clan, a cowardly turtle, aren't you?"

"Bastard, I'll tear you to shreds!" Huxin roared in fury at these words, his clothes bursting open.

Rage points from Huxin +882 +882 +882...

Then he transformed into a white-browed, fierce-eyed tiger—no, he revealed his true form.

Roughly ten feet in size, he stood there, and a fierce gust of wind naturally rose, causing the ordinary deathsworn around him to lose their balance, slamming into the courtyard wall and spitting blood.

Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger!

When demons reveal their true forms, their power often surpasses their human forms. Seeing Zu An's recent display, Huxin dared not be careless in the slightest.

He revealed his majestic body, hoping to see a trace of fear in the other's eyes. Unfortunately, the other's gaze was calm, as if looking at a dead object.

This greatly displeased him. Without further ado, he resorted to his old trick, attacking the opponent with a "Tiger Roar Shakes the Mountains and Forests."

With his true form revealed, the power of his "Tiger Roar Shakes the Mountains and Forests" was more than doubled compared to before. He decided this time he must seize the opportunity, and in the brief moment the opponent was distracted, tear him to shreds to sate his hatred.

However, to his shock, the opponent seemed completely unfazed by the visible sound wave attack.

While he was still startled, a sharp bird cry suddenly echoed in his mind. In a daze, he seemed to see a strange, large bird.

"Ah!"

Huxin roared in pain, clutching his head. Just then, a cold flash appeared before his eyes, and he felt a chill on his body.

He then saw two bloody tiger claws on the ground.

He stared blankly for a long time before realizing they were his own two forepaws.

Zu An calmly stated, "This sword strike was for Lady Shen."

"Despicable human!" he roared repeatedly. He knew that the demon race's bodies were inherently tough, and having cultivated to his current realm, he was virtually impervious to ordinary blades.

What exactly had the opponent used to sever his forepaws in an instant?

However, he no longer had time to ponder such things. He immediately spun around, his thick, long tail producing a cracking sound as it whipped through the air directly at his opponent.

His tail, specially refined, was his ultimate weapon.

If that strike had landed squarely, even a ninth-rank human cultivator would be sliced in half at the waist.

He lashed out in anger, holding nothing back.

Seeing the person struck directly, a smile briefly blossomed on his face, but it immediately froze.

Because he realized it was only an illusionary clone.

How could it have deceived his perception?

A warning bell suddenly rang in his mind, and he hastily dodged to the side. Unfortunately, he felt a chill on his rump—his tail, refined for decades, had already been directly severed by the opponent.

Zu An, holding the dripping Tai'a Sword, calmly said, "This sword strike was for that child, Shen Hu."

At this point, how could Huxin not know that the opponent was deliberately tormenting him? If those two previous strikes had aimed at his vital points, he would surely be dead by now.

He couldn't understand why this human was so powerful, clearly not a Grandmaster yet.

In the same realm, shouldn't he, with the various innate talents of the demon race, be able to crush his opponent?

He had no time to think about such things now. He quickly scrambled on his two hind legs, stumbling towards Han Fengqiu. "Mr. Han, save me!"