Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny
Chapter 1371 - 1368: This World Is Too Dirty (2nd Update)

Chapter 1371: Chapter 1368: This World Is Too Dirty (2nd Update)

She trembled as she stared at Ren Tianyun’s lifeless body on the ground, her face as pale as a sheet, drained of all color.

"You... you actually killed him?"

"Hmm? Is there a problem?" Xue An stepped slowly over the blood-soaked earth where Ren Tianyun had fallen, his tone devoid of joy or sorrow.

Tan Feiwen shuddered all over, then seemed to realize something. She quickly lowered her head and stammered in a trembling voice:

"Nothing at all. That Ren Tianyun dared to oppose you, Master. His death is nothing more than reaping what he sowed!"

"Master?" Xue An echoed the word languidly, a faint, indiscernible smile curving his lips.

"That’s right! Didn’t you just say, Master, that as long as I was willing to become your slave, you’d spare me? Now, I wholeheartedly swear fealty to you!" Tan Feiwen declared earnestly.

Xue An remained noncommittal, stepping forward slowly to gaze quietly at Tan Feiwen.

Though her complexion was still pale, the determination on her face was genuine. She even offered a faint smile, exuding a subtle and captivating allure.

Ah Qing cursed inwardly, Shameless woman!

Xue An, however, burst out laughing as well. Reaching out, he gently lifted Tan Feiwen’s chin.

An emotion of humiliation flickered in Tan Feiwen’s eyes, but she submissively raised her chin higher, without the slightest hesitation.

Xue An stared at her in silence for a moment, and then suddenly said, "It’s a pity I forgot to tell you this earlier: You don’t qualify to be my slave!"

These words were even more shocking than Ren Tianyun’s earlier execution. Many people froze in astonishment, staring blankly at Xue An, their thoughts in turmoil—what was this young man planning to do?

Could it be... he’d gone mad?

Tan Feiwen was stunned as well. The mounting humiliation drained the color from her face, but she bit down hard on her lower lip and asked in a low voice, "Master... What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Xue An arched an eyebrow slightly, smirking faintly. "I mean... you must die as well!"

As soon as these words fell—

Tan Feiwen’s entire body bristled with goosebumps, and without hesitation, she abandoned her human clan body. A black shadow surged out from her crown and darted toward the distant horizon.

Her reactions and decisiveness couldn’t be faulted.

She reasoned clearly: as long as she could escape and return to the depths of the Ghost Realm, she could immediately muster the forces of the Ren and Tan Families to annihilate this dangerous young man.

Unfortunately, all her plans came to naught like fleeting illusions.

Because before her soul managed to leave the platform, a streak of sword light sliced through her.

Thud!

A muffled sound echoed, followed by Tan Feiwen’s agonized scream. Her soul was cleaved in two.

No matter how the two halves of black mist wriggled, they could no longer fuse back together.

Tan Feiwen decisively abandoned one half of her divine sense, hoping to preserve her main consciousness and escape.

Xue An’s expression remained unchanged. He merely raised his hand and clenched his fingers abruptly.

Bang!

The space seemed to shatter under his grip, and Tan Feiwen let out a blood-curdling scream.

"Just you wait... the Tan Family and the Ren Family will never forgive you!"

"Very well! I’ll be waiting!" Xue An responded in a calm, indifferent tone.

With one final explosive sound, this proud daughter of the Tan Family met her end, her soul utterly obliterated.

The entire crowd fell deathly silent, as if the very sound of breathing had disappeared.

Everyone stared, stupefied.

The only difference was the expressions on their faces. Those usually arrogant and domineering members of the Ghost Race were now gripped by terror.

Meanwhile, several members of the Human Clan revealed a faint glimmer of joy.

Song Jingyue gazed with boundless admiration at Xue An standing triumphantly atop the platform, her heart pounding as if it might stop.

She understood clearly that not only had Ren Tianyun and Tan Feiwen perished, but even the Destined Ghost Monarch was an entity her sect could not afford to provoke.

Thus, amid her admiration, a trace of melancholy also rose within her.

Wen Lingcui, on the other hand, reacted differently. She cast a long, deep look at Xue An, her gaze heavy with concern.

As someone well-versed in the affairs of the Ghost Realm, she fully understood the implications of killing the scions of prestigious families deep within the Ghost Realm.

After all, the Ghost Race struggled immensely with reproduction, and for individuals like Ren Tianyun and Tan Feiwen to flourish into powerful figures was even rarer.

Such legitimate heirs were invaluable to their aristocratic lineages. Now, this white-clad young man had wiped them out entirely.

One could only imagine how enraged the Ren and Tan Families would become.

Yet Xue An showed not an ounce of emotion, as if the two he had just obliterated were but insignificant ants. He swept a casual glance across the crowd, then ascended into the air, arriving in front of Wen Muling, who was bound high above.

Wen Muling had naturally witnessed everything that had just transpired.

When she saw those enemies—who would have required her life as a sacrifice to destroy—being slain like mere dogs in the hands of this white-clad youth, tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.

My lord, did you see?

The ones who once plotted against you are finally tasting the bitter fruits of their actions.

So, when Xue An stood before her, Wen Muling’s eyes brimmed with gratitude and reverence.

With a casual wave of his hand, the restraints binding her divine sense dissolved.

Wen Muling bowed respectfully, her hands clasped in salutation. "Thank you, sir, for avenging me by annihilating my enemies!"

Xue An arched a brow slightly, smirked faintly, and said, "Is that all?"

Wen Muling froze, and then she noticed the way Xue An was looking at her. Seeming to understand, her hands hidden in her sleeves clenched slightly, yet she didn’t know how to respond.

But Xue An paid no attention to this and simply turned his head, speaking in a detached tone, "Kneel."

What?

The command made Wen Muling’s eyes widen instantly. A touch of confusion flickered across her face, though she forced herself to remain calm and said softly:

"Young master, I once made an oath that in this lifetime, I would kneel to no one but one. I hope you can understand."

Xue An remained silent, simply watching her quietly. The tension in the air thickened.

Ah Qing’s heart trembled. Unable to hold back, he stepped forward by a few paces, about to speak.

Xue An turned away and said indifferently, "What do you think should be done with these people?"

Wen Muling froze, then lowered her gaze to the crowd beneath her feet.

She saw fear etched on the faces of the Ghost Race, and timid meekness in the eyes of many within the Human Clan.

Fragments of the past flitted through her mind, and then she shook her head, whispering softly:

"Milord, I..."

Xue An didn’t give her the chance to finish. Taking one step forward, he murmured: "This world... is far too filthy!"

With that, his brows lifted sharply as he commanded crisply, "Evil-Seeking Sword! Appear!"

Boom!

From the endless heavens above, countless sword glimmers suddenly appeared, flames dancing on the very tips of the blades.

In an instant, nearly every formidable being across the entire plane witnessed this scene, and they froze where they stood.

Beneath the sword’s looming might, those ordinarily proud and overbearing members of the Ghost Race prostrated themselves, trembling uncontrollably, not daring to even raise their heads.

"Kill!"