Chapter 8: Ruthless Counterattack

And at this very moment, the Qianji Sect was suffering a catastrophic disaster.

The Qixing City branch had been attacked by an unknown force in broad daylight, and its entire elite force of thirteen hundred men had been wiped out. Upon hearing the news, Lu Qianxing, the Sect Master of the Qianji Sect, flew into a rage and immediately rushed over from a nearby branch. As he arrived, he happened to encounter those men in black who were currently scavenging through the Qianji Sect's premises.

"Kill them all! Kill every single one of them!" Lu Qianxing's Qianji Sect had dominated the Southwest region for decades; for decades, he had been the one to exterminate entire sects and entire clans. But today, unprecedentedly, the Qianji Sect had been attacked without the slightest preparation, and so far, an entire branch had fallen without them even knowing who was responsible. If word of this got out, Lu Qianxing would no longer be able to hold his position in the martial world!

A slender man in black drifted down, landing steadily in front of Lu Qianxing. "Sect Master Lu, have you been well?"

Lu Qianxing was struck with shock. Wasn't this masked man before him the very person he had struck on the crown of the head last night—the man whose meridians had been destroyed by his subordinates' combined efforts and who was supposed to be dead? But last night, he was certain that the man had no breath left!

"You... aren't you dead?! Who exactly are you? Tell An Mei to come out!" The dozen or so men accompanying Lu Qianxing were all those who had participated in the encirclement last night. Seeing the man before them, they could only momentarily convince themselves that this was someone else using a disguise.

Because, under the combined strength of the Qianji Sect's fifteen great experts, there was simply no one who could have survived! Not to mention that before that, their Sect Master had already crushed his skull!

An Mei smiled gently, a faint laugh that, aided by his internal energy, reached the ears of everyone present. "Thanks to Sect Master Lu, I am still living quite well." He paused, his eyes narrowing dangerously. From within those long, narrow eyes, countless invisible, freezing blades of killing intent shot out like arrows. "However, whether Sect Master Lu can continue to live well will depend on your luck."

As he finished speaking, An Mei flicked his sleeve. From various parts of the Qianji Sect branch, countless figures flashed out with a *shiu-shiu-shiu* sound. Sword lights crossed, blood splattered, and screams rang out incessantly. As An Mei's figure moved, in an instant, he was already reclining lazily atop the highest roof of the Qianji branch, watching the grand spectacle below with a smile on his lips.

Whoever owed him, he would collect from them one by one. And Lu Qianxing was merely the beginning.

After a long time, the sounds below gradually subsided. A moment later, fifty Shadow Elites stood with their sword tips pointed downward, quietly arranged in five rows, waiting for the man sitting high upon the roof to descend from the clouds like a drifting mist.

"Half a month." An Mei curled his lips into a shallow smile. That bloodthirsty smile was clearly chilling and terrifying, yet somehow, it appeared exquisitely beautiful. "This Seat wants this Qianji Sect to vanish completely from the Aotian Continent."

"As you command, subordinate!" The fifty Shadows departed composedly, leaving the field of corpses behind without a sound. An Mei's figure flashed, and as if stepping on wind and clouds, he slowly drifted away. Amidst the corpses covering the ground, Lu Qianxing, who had dominated the Aotian Continent for decades, lay with his eyes wide open, his head severed from his body.

Until the moment of his death, he could not understand why the man he had personally killed had not died, and why there wasn't even a single sign of injury.

An Mei also could not understand. When he woke up this morning, all the large and small wounds on his body had completely healed, leaving his skin as smooth as if he were newborn, without leaving a single scar. After circulating his energy, he discovered that his cultivation level had actually risen by two stages!