The Demon with Holy Radiance

But without her flesh wings, her speed dropped dramatically.

Four figures chased after her at extreme speed, quickly surrounding her.

"Trying to run? Die!"

The men gave Wen Yin no chance to react. One of them attacked at once.

In an instant, five sharp spikes shot through the air, whistling as they flew toward Wen Yin.

Wen Yin was about to fight back when a faint light flashed before her eyes. A familiar figure abruptly appeared in front of her and casually swatted away the incoming spikes.

The spikes were deflected and fell to the ground below, where they instantly erupted in clouds of blood-red mist.

Sensing the familiar figure before her, a look of delighted surprise appeared on Wen Yin’s face.

"Senior Brother!"

’Senior Brother really didn’t lie to me. We were going to meet again in the Fusheng Domain.’

Yang An glanced at the men surrounding Wen Yin—one at the Early Stage of Corpse Transformation and three at the Late Stage of Visceral Stone. In his eyes, they were nothing more than small fry, so he withdrew his gaze.

"What happened?"

He asked Wen Yin.

Even though they were just a few weaklings, he didn’t attack them immediately.

After his past experiences in the Treasure Temple Domain, he wanted to avoid stirring up trouble. There was no telling who or what these guys were connected to, so he wanted to get a clear picture of the situation first.

Otherwise, with his usual way of doing things, these men would have been dead before they even saw him.

Hearing Yang An’s question, Wen Yin froze for a moment. She thought about it, then gave Yang An a very firm answer:

"I don’t know."

"..."

Yang An sighed helplessly and turned his gaze back to the men. At the same time, they were also sizing him up.

The men couldn’t sense any cultivation aura from Yang An. But judging by how casually he had just neutralized their attack, the person before them was not to be underestimated.

"Did my junior sister offend you? Why are you trying to kill her? Is there some misunderstanding here?"

Faced with Yang An’s questions, the men exchanged a glance and began to slowly back away.

The Corpse Transformation Cultivator quietly spread his fingers. Yang An immediately glanced down at his chest. His Heart had just trembled slightly, and a faint, needle-like pain pricked him from within.

A faint, bloody line appeared on his chest, as if it were about to be torn open for something to burst out from within.

Yang An frowned slightly. He reached out with a look of suspicion, then plunged his hand into his own chest. As flesh and blood tore, he actually pulled something out from inside his body—he wasn’t sure what it was, but it looked like a sticky... shadow.

’There’s no information box, which means this thing is probably just the manifestation of some kind of Technique.’

SPLAT!

The strange thing was crushed in Yang An’s hand, bursting with a gush of bloody pulp and being instantly destroyed.

Meanwhile, the bloody wound on Yang An’s chest healed in the blink of an eye. He looked up suspiciously at the Corpse Transformation Cultivator who had attacked him.

"If this is a misunderstanding, shouldn’t we clear it up?"

Seeing that Yang An was completely unharmed and had even spoken again in such a casual tone, grave expressions appeared on all the men’s faces.

This was especially true for the Corpse Transformation Cultivator. His last attack on Yang An had been his killing blow, yet Yang An had dealt with it so effortlessly.

The atmosphere grew tense, and both sides fell silent.

Perhaps they could see that Yang An had no intention of attacking them and seemed to want to reason things out.

After a silence of two breaths, the Corpse Transformation Cultivator finally spoke slowly.

"Senior, please don’t be offended. We must have gotten the wrong person. We offer our apologies to you, Senior, and will take our leave now."

He subtly signaled his companions with a look. The men bowed slightly in apology, then immediately began to retreat quickly in the direction they had come from.

But as he watched the men rapidly retreat into the distance, Yang An sighed helplessly.

’I clearly wanted to reason with them, but these guys just don’t know what’s good for them. It’s obvious they’re going to get reinforcements.’

’Well, there’s no other choice. This is a good chance to test out the New Technique I just mastered.’

He raised his hand slightly. A complex Curse Seal instantly appeared on his palm. The Curse Seal peeled off his hand and materialized in the air before him. Then, Yang An punched it!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—

A kilometer away, four heavy explosions rang out in unison. Four mists of blood, like suddenly blooming flowers of gore, erupted bizarrely in the pitch-black night. The stench of blood spread in an instant, eventually condensing into several blood-red threads that shot back and merged into the Curse Seal before Yang An.

Once dyed scarlet, the Curse Seal immediately dissipated. In that instant, the four men were utterly annihilated, body and soul.

’It seems there’s a time and place for reasoning...’

Yang An sighed softly.

"Bow Lady, devour their souls. Since they wouldn’t talk, I’ll find out myself."