Chapter Sixty-Four: Annihilating the Invaders!

Apologies, everyone, but I must return home to see my child, so I’ll take your lives without further ado!

As the second wave of murderous intent surged toward him, Jiang An had no intention of playing along any longer. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, and something astonishing happened before his enemies: his hair grew instantly, cascading down his shoulders like black ink, and his face radiated a mysterious, jade-like brilliance. His entire demeanor transformed utterly, becoming so strikingly handsome that he seemed more like a celestial descended to earth, an immortal in mortal guise.

He unleashed all his power, releasing the secret technique that masked his true form, reverting to his original appearance.

Clenching his fists, he summoned two dazzling bursts of golden light. When the brilliance faded, a vivid, domineering golden dragon’s head appeared on the back of each hand.

Then, he began to throw his punches.

The first punch met the rampaging skeleton warrior head-on. Their fists collided, but Jiang An did not budge; the skeleton shuddered, then disintegrated into dust and ash.

The second punch, he struck toward the sky. There was no strange phenomenon, yet the howling wind blades shattered, and the handsome young man high above exploded into a cloud of blood, falling from the air.

The third punch: the female warrior charging from the front suddenly halted, then slowly knelt. She lowered her head to gaze at the bowl-sized hole piercing her chest, and before she could utter a word, she collapsed forward and breathed her last.

Jiang An then turned his head slightly, his gaze landing not far to the right, where a dwarf had just emerged from within a tree trunk. This male dwarf, barely a meter tall, wore an odd black bodysuit and brandished a jet-black dagger. He had planned to assassinate Jiang An while his teammates unleashed their ultimate moves, but the moment he revealed himself, he witnessed all three comrades slaughtered within seconds. The entire scene was neither earth-shattering nor spectacular—only the calmest, one-sided massacre imaginable.

A devil! This man is a devil!

Jiang An smiled at the dwarf, free of any worldliness, enchantingly so, but the dwarf’s spirit shattered, enveloped by the feeling of imminent death. The chilling terror threatened to break his soul, and he dared not even blink.

No, I can’t die here. I must escape!

Summoning every ounce of courage, the dwarf launched himself backward, fleeing into the dense forest, clinging to a sliver of hope.

In response to the dwarf’s insolence, Jiang An gently raised his hand, as serenely as a Buddha plucking a flower, flicked his finger, and the air cracked with a sharp sound. Along a straight line within a hundred meters, every tree trunk in the path was pierced by a smooth, finger-sized hole.

Hmm?

Jiang An was surprised. He’d aimed precisely at the dwarf’s back, and by rights the man should have fallen dead. Yet, at the moment his finger’s energy struck, the dwarf’s body seemed to vanish—and reappeared a breath later. Peculiar, indeed.

Ah, so this one must be a supernatural, capable of shifting between tangible and intangible states. Quite interesting.

Jiang An’s combat instincts were unparalleled. Reflecting on the details, he quickly deduced the dwarf’s ability: to transform between reality and illusion.

But Jiang An also knew such powers must have limits. Otherwise, if the dwarf remained intangible forever, he’d be invincible. No supernatural skill escapes the constraints of law and order.

Recognizing this, Jiang An instantly perceived the man’s fatal weakness. He flicked another finger at the fleeing dwarf—not an invisible force this time, but a streak of golden light, flashing through the forest, reaching the dwarf’s back in an instant.

The dwarf’s hair stood on end. He instinctively activated his power, making his body intangible, planning to revert to solidity once the golden light passed through him, then circle around the mountain ahead. Surely, the enemy couldn’t strike a third time, and he’d escape alive!

But he was wrong.

As his body faded into nothingness, the golden light behind him suddenly exploded, transforming into a golden dragon’s head which roared furiously. The violent surge crushed the surrounding trees, shattering countless trunks, and then the dragon’s head dissolved into points of light and vanished.

Bang!

The dwarf’s corpse fell; he bore no wounds, but blood streamed from his seven orifices, his face frozen in confusion—he never understood how he died.

That was his greatest weakness: the interplay of reality and illusion. While an intangible body can evade attacks, what of a soul that is itself intangible? Ordinary souls are anchored in the physical body, shielded from harm. But when the body is intangible, the soul loses its protection, and the dragon’s roar and energy shattered his spirit in an instant.

Thus, the four great masters were all slain!

“The second move of the Ten Dragon Fist—Twin Dragon Cross—truly extraordinary. Not a soul survives a single blow, but the strain on my body is immense. My cultivation is still lacking.” Jiang An watched as the golden dragon heads on his hands faded, his face pale, murmuring to himself.

“There’s still one left…”

He suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through layers of mist and darkness, locking onto a pair of sharp, intelligent eyes—a majestic bald eagle, with gleaming feathers and wings spanning six or seven meters! It had been circling high above the battlefield, concealed by mist and night, unseen by ordinary eyes. But in his fully empowered state, Jiang An’s senses were too keen.

Wait—the eagle’s eyes were odd, not animalistic, but human-like, akin to a tiger’s, imbued with intelligence and wisdom.

A spirit projection? Another fascinating supernatural art.

Even so, the eagle, though discovered, remained unafraid, flaunting a hint of provocation.

Yes, what if he’s been spotted? Bald eagles usually soar above four thousand meters; tonight, it flew lower, but still over two thousand meters—such distance, what can threaten it? If you have the skill, come chase me!

Jiang An could not fly, nor reach it with ordinary attacks. Noticing the eagle’s mocking glint, he smiled faintly. Suddenly, twin flames ignited in his pupils.

A piercing, mournful screech echoed across the sky. At the same moment, far away in the East Sea, deep inside a yacht’s secret chamber, a bald man in white robes suddenly clutched his eyes in agony. After a moment, the pain subsided, and he opened bloodshot eyes.

The door burst open as several men in black rushed in, urgently asking, “Lord Shen Nine, what happened?”

This man was none other than Shen Nine, famed leader of the World Dominion organization! He had infiltrated the borders of China as well!

“Mission failed! Evacuate immediately! All four masters are dead. If we don’t leave now, we’re doomed!” Shen Nine issued his command without hesitation.

“What! Th-this—” His subordinates panicked, hastily responding, “Yes, sir, we’ll set sail at once!”

Shen Nine waved them off, his expression turning grave, but the next moment he flashed a sinister smile.

The bald eagle flew away.

Jiang An had no strength left to pursue. After that fierce battle, his magic and stamina were spent. He moved toward Residence One at Mountain River, intending to go home and summon others to handle the bodies.

As for the one whose spirit was projected onto the eagle, suffering that Night Lantern spell, he would not be feeling well either. Although his powers had been revealed, his enemies would not dare act rashly for a while.

More importantly, Jiang An’s cultivation and strength were growing rapidly; if his foes regarded him with old eyes and outdated intelligence, no matter how many times they came, they would only be sending themselves to slaughter.

…

“This dwarf is Mamba Snake, Nick, from the ‘Serpent’s Den.’ His supernatural ability lets him shift his body into an intangible state, which allowed him to escape death many times—he’s notoriously hard to kill! How did he die?” Wang Bixuan looked at the two corpses brought from the battlefield, immediately recognizing the intact body of the dwarf, and exclaimed. Then he saw the female warrior’s corpse, picked up her broken sword, and said, “That must be Shen Fifteen from Dominion—Rose Warrior, Chris, a master of battle energy and swordsmanship. Who would have thought she’d die so miserably!”

“The other two died even more horribly, reduced to ashes,” Jiang An replied.

“Two others? So they sent four masters to ambush you?” Wang Bixuan stared in disbelief.

“Correct. One of them was called Shen Thirteen…”

“Varanasi! Former assassin of the Indian Tuki sect, a master of ancient yoga arts. He was sent as well?” Wang Bixuan grew anxious, then looked at Jiang An with sympathy. “You may be in serious trouble. Varanasi was once the favorite disciple of Ba’a, India’s top master. For reasons unknown, he defected to Dominion, but Ba’a is fiercely protective and ruthless—he won’t tolerate even a renegade disciple being killed by others. My friend, I can only congratulate you: you’ve earned the hatred of Ba’a, a third-level grandmaster and ranked tenth on the Divine List.”

Jiang An was indifferent. “He should thank me for cleaning house. If he’s unreasonable, I’ll send him to paradise with the rest. By the way, there was another who could ride the wind, wield it as blades. I shattered him to pieces. Does he have any master or teacher?”

“You must mean Blood Moon’s Windwalker Jack, also known as Skull-Splitter Jack—he loves to slice people in half with wind blades. Don’t worry, most supernaturals are born with their talents; they rarely have teachers. But Blood Moon won’t let you off so easily.”

“No matter, more debts hardly weigh heavier.” Jiang An chuckled. “But for now, they absolutely won’t dare make a move.”

“That’s true. Such a dazzling lineup of four masters was crushed here—at least for several months, they won’t dare stir up trouble.” Wang Bixuan gazed at the corpses on the ground, marveling.