Chapter 1114: Three Swords

Han Fengqiu's expression changed, evidently not expecting him to know this.

But the tiger demon beside him couldn't stand it. "Haha, what big talk! I killed those people, what can you do to me? They were mere mortals; dying at the hands of an expert like me is a fortune they cultivated over eight lifetimes."

Rage from Huzin: 398398398...

Because Zu An was carrying the sachet given to him by Consort Bai, his cultivation level appeared to be only around the sixth rank to outsiders.

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

Hot-tempered as he was, hearing a mere sixth-rank cultivator spouting such arrogant words, he naturally couldn't restrain himself.

"So you are Huzin," Zu An said, giving him a cold glance.

For some reason, Huzin's heart trembled slightly upon seeing the profound, indifferent gaze. But he immediately became enraged out of embarrassment. Why should he fear this scrawny boy? Lately, human society had really infected them with their habit of overthinking and being overly cautious.

"Heard of this lord's name? Now, kneel and kowtow to me in apology, and if I'm in a good mood, I might spare your life!"

Zu An calmly replied, "I just don't want to offer your head in sacrifice without being able to tell those wronged souls the name of their enemy."

"You're looking for death!" Huzin roared in fury.

Rage from Huzin: 444444444...

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

Suddenly, a large group of masked warriors appeared around the courtyard. From their murderous aura and the bloodthirsty glint in their eyes, it was clear they were highly trained elite assassins.

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

Afterward, he would burn this place down, and who would be able to find out how he died?

Those elite assassins didn't hesitate, drawing their swords and lunging forward.

Han Fengqiu secretly gloated, thinking that after reaching such a high position, one no longer had to fight alone like in the jianghu.

Among these elite assassins, there was one seventh-rank, three sixth-rank, and the rest were fourth or fifth-rank. They were no less skilled than the elite imperial guards, and each of them 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.

Furthermore, he could observe Zu An's cultivation techniques and moves from the side. This guy's strength was strangely unpredictable, and he possessed many bizarre methods, so caution was necessary.

As for the lives of these elite assassins, he was now half a superior, so he naturally wouldn't care. If they died, he would just replace them with another batch.

Watching the elite assassins charge fearlessly from all directions, Zu An lifted his foot and gently stepped forward. An invisible surge of internal energy radiated outwards.

Those assassins who were about to charge were intimidated by this oppressive aura and couldn't move an inch.

Huzin, who had been watching with a mocking expression, suddenly widened his eyes. Damn it, how could this guy be only sixth rank!

At this point, the seventh-rank assassin and the three sixth-rank ones each activated their internal energy, managing to move relatively freely. They seized the opportunity to swing their swords at Zu An's vital points all around him.

They were elite assassins, trained from childhood in killing techniques. While they might not be as good as many cultivators of the same rank in arena combat, in a life-or-death struggle, each of them had successfully killed targets with higher cultivation levels than their own.

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

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

Watching the several attackers approach, Zu An casually waved his hand. The swords, attacking from various angles, were instantly pulled together by a powerful suction. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the long swords were twisted and broken in an instant.

Then, with a casual flick, the broken sword tips shot out. Several assassins clutched their throats, their faces filled with disbelief.

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

At this moment, Huzin, who had been watching idly, trembled all over. His previous disdain vanished, and his expression became serious.

Han Fengqiu's eyes widened even further. He had fought Zu An before, and though Zu An was formidable back then, Han Fengqiu was confident that in a real fight, he could even give Zu An a handicap of one arm.

Although Zu An had made progress during this time, surely he still had to follow the objective laws of cultivation.

He had already overestimated his opponent sufficiently, even sending his subordinates to test his techniques and skills out of caution. Yet, who would have thought they would be instantly killed in a single exchange?

Am I still dreaming?

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

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

Rage from Huzin: 882882882...

Then his entire body transformed into a fierce, white-browed tiger with piercing eyes—no, he revealed his true form.

He stood there, roughly ten feet tall, and a fierce gale naturally arose, causing the ordinary assassins around him to lose their footing, slamming against the courtyard walls and spitting blood.

Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger!

When a demon reveals its true form, its strength often surpasses that of its human form. Seeing Zu An's earlier moves, Huzin dared not be careless in the slightest.

He revealed his mighty physique, hoping to see a hint of fear in the other party's eyes. Unfortunately, Zu An's gaze remained calm, looking at him as if he were already dead.

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

Having revealed his true form, the power of "Tiger's Roar in the Mountains" was now more than doubled compared to before. He decided he must seize this opportunity to tear Zu An to shreds during the brief moment of his distraction, thus satisfying his hatred.

However, to his shock, the opponent appeared completely unfazed by the visibly assaulting sound waves.

Just as he was stunned, a sharp bird cry suddenly echoed in his mind. In a daze, he seemed to see a bizarre, giant bird.

"Ah!"

Huzin clutched his head and roared in pain. At that moment, a cold glint flashed before his eyes, and he felt a sudden chill on his body.

Then he noticed 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 strike was for Lady Shen."

"Despicable human!" he roared repeatedly. The demon race's bodies were naturally tough, and he had cultivated to such a realm that ordinary blades could hardly harm him.

What on earth did the opponent use to sever his forepaws in an instant like that?

However, he no longer had time to ponder this. He immediately spun around, his thick, long tail whistling through the air with a cracking sound as he whipped it directly at Zu An.

His tail, refined through special methods, was his trump card.

If this strike connected solidly, even a ninth-rank human cultivator would be cut in half at the waist.

He lashed out in fury, holding nothing back.

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

Because he realized it was just an illusionary clone.

It could actually deceive his senses?

A sudden alarm surged through him, and he hurriedly dodged to the side. Unfortunately, he felt a chill on his rump; his tail, refined for decades, had already been severed by the opponent.

Zu An held the dripping Taia Sword and calmly stated, "This strike was for that child, Shen Hu."

By now, how could Huzin not know that the opponent was deliberately torturing 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, despite clearly not being a Grandmaster yet.

At the same rank, shouldn't he, with all his demonic racial talents, have utterly crushed him?

He had no time to think about any of this now. He quickly scrambled on his two hind legs, running dishevelled towards Han Fengqiu, crying, "Mr. Han, save me!"