The ground caved in, followed by a roar; in just an instant, An Jing flashed out of sight, transforming into a long streak of white and gold light, charging towards all the armed personnel!
During the charge, flashes of cold light streaked by; each swing of the Life-taking Sword bisected several people at the waist, and the residual wind blades that stirred up from it continually spread out, sweeping across the bodies of a dozen armed personnel, those without Protective Body Skills were doomed to become corpses on the spot.
The Night Niche Gang’s combatants collapsed; they were gang members after all, and the notion of fighting to the death was a far cry from reality. The reason they hadn’t fled before was merely because An Jing blocked the door— who could have anticipated it wasn’t them hunting down An Jing, but An Jing hunting them instead?
A group of people fled in utter disarray, clumsily dropping their Magic Artifacts and weapons, wailing as they escaped deeper into the base, turning the scene into utter chaos.
"Run! Escape quickly!"
The Second Master also ran, his nature was that of a researcher; although at the Foundation Establishment level, his combat capabilities were extremely poor.
However, while others might escape, he absolutely could not.
In just a few breaths, the streak of light An Jing transformed into swooped in diagonally, cutting off the Second Master’s escape route.
Boom! In an instant, from rapid action to extreme stillness, the Second Master saw An Jing, and as he locked eyes with those crimson-gold pupils, he officially saw this young Martial Artist who mercilessly slaughtered their men from up close and was momentarily stunned.
This was the first thought that popped into Hun Hui’s mind.
How could there be such a perfectly developed individual?
Having dissected thousands of people with ’exceptional talent,’ Hun Hui knew all too well what unfinished geniuses looked like. Physiologically, they were not much different from ordinary people, especially those who were neglected and didn’t have sufficient resources for Cultivation; they could even be inferior to those normal people who cultivated regularly.
But An Jing was different.
He was someone whose powerful talent had been fully realized, developed to the theoretical perfection, even surpassing theoretical limits, unimaginably strong—
That was the Immortal Spirit Root.
—So it’s true... the Immortal Spirit Root... it really exists...
Hun Hui wanted to speak, but found himself unable to open his mouth, and his vision was flipping, flipping, the lights and the ground constantly intertwining.
He saw blood, his own body, and absolute darkness.
Turns out, he wasn’t stunned.
Inside the reception room.
The old man closed his eyes as if listening to something, and at the instant after Hun Hui died, his eyes shot open.
"Indeed, it’s the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban."
The elderly man’s eyes sparkled with divine light: "Is it An Xuan who came? Young Master, it seems that Dark Niche won’t be coming back, at least not in one piece."
Upon hearing this, the young man referred to as Young Master came back to his senses and was about to burst with rage: "It’s fine if that stupid dog died, but who will handle my business?!"
"Don’t rush, Young Master." Although the old man seemed to be just a steward, his words carried weight, quieting down the young man with a single sentence: "Although you’ve lost a tailor-made toy and the cooperation has fallen through, you now have the opportunity to make a significant achievement."
He squinted his eyes, looking in the direction of An Jing: "This wasn’t us taking action, but him provoking us— even if it’s brought up to a True Lord, we have the justification on our side."
At this moment, the old man stood up, making visible the four blue-gold characters on his chest tag.
Saint Wisdom Medical.