Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 1370: Chapter 1367: Serve Me and I Shall Spare Your Life (First Update)

Seeing Xue An’s smile, Tan Feiwen felt a chill in her heart. The flickering black radiance, as though alive, instantly coiled around her body, forming a protective barrier.

Her movements were undoubtedly fast, but just as the black radiance took shape, a cold voice sounded from behind her.

”To refine resentment into something so exquisitely controllable—how many souls have you ruined?”

Upon hearing this voice, Tan Feiwen froze. Every hair on her body stood on end.

The voice was so close that Tan Feiwen could feel the warm breath brushing against the back of her neck.

In the grip of boundless terror, Tan Feiwen wasted no time unleashing her strongest attack.

A surge of black radiance swelled suddenly, erupting into countless fine needles of light that spread outward.

Wherever the light needles passed, the space emitted a sizzling noise, as if pierced with countless holes. Their power was evident.

Yet, in the midst of this deadly whirlwind, a hand reached forward leisurely, piercing through the layers of light needles and directly grabbing the core of the black radiance.

The swirling black radiance froze abruptly and then shattered with a sharp crack.

Countless strands of black mist dispersed, accompanied by faint sobbing echoes drifting into the void.

Tan Feiwen was completely petrified, staring blankly at the dissipating black radiance. Her mind had gone utterly blank.

The artifact bestowed upon her by the Demeng Clan—the very weapon upon which her reputation was built—had been obliterated without causing the slightest ripple.

A deep, bone-chilling cold suddenly enveloped Tan Feiwen.

At that moment, Xue An stepped out of the vortex of black mist, his brows slightly raised as he smiled faintly.

”Is this all the strength you have?”

Tan Feiwen stared dumbly at Xue An.

Then she noticed a shadow lurking in the darkness behind Xue An. Silently, it crept closer and closer.

Tan Feiwen’s heart stirred as understanding dawned upon her. She spoke in a grave tone, ”You are impressive indeed! But have you considered the consequences of opposing the Tan Family?”

”Consequences....” Xue An chuckled lightly. ”I haven’t thought about it, nor do I care to. The Tan Family won’t be around for long anyhow. Why waste the mental effort?”

Tan Feiwen snorted in anger but stole a glance at the now-nearly-invisible figure closing in on Xue An. Xue An, seemingly oblivious, remained standing calmly.

Her confidence swelled, and she couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.

”Your strength is commendable, but such bold claims are laughable! We’re not mortal enemies. Given the matter of the Destined Ghost Monarch, there’s no need for such hostility. If you wish, the Tan Family could turn the page and strike up a friendship with you!”

Tan Feiwen began to stall with evasive words, attempting to erode Xue An’s fighting spirit.

Her lips moved, but her focus remained fixed on the shadow creeping ever closer behind him.

Closer... closer still...

Tan Feiwen licked her lips, a seductive smile gracing her delicate face. ”So, what do you think?”

Her smile had left many people entranced.

Xue An said nothing—he simply gazed deeply at Tan Feiwen, an odd smile tugging at his lips.

”I don’t see why not. But, I have one condition!”

”Oh? What condition?”

Xue An calmly replied, ”You must become my servant! Serve me at my command! If you agree to this, I might consider sparing you!”

The room erupted in chaos as his words detonated like a bomb.

Tan Feiwen’s face turned ghostly pale in rage. But, seeing that the shadow behind Xue An had closed the distance to mere meters, she inhaled deeply, suppressing her anger as she spoke coldly.

”Oh? If that’s truly your wish, I can agree to it!”

What?

The legitimate heir of the prestigious Tan Family had just agreed to serve as a mere boy’s servant?

The revelation left many mouths agape, stunned beyond words!

Xue An smiled. ”Very well! However...”

Before he could finish his sentence, a dazzling bloom of blood-red flames exploded from the black mist behind him, shooting straight toward his back.

The burst of energy was overwhelming, its intensity seemingly boundless.

The sudden upheaval shocked everyone present.

Ah Qing, who had been attentively monitoring the unfolding drama, frowned in disbelief when Xue An demanded that Tan Feiwen become his servant. She muttered under her breath, ”Hmph, men are all the same!”

But as the blood flames detonated, Ah Qing let out a startled scream, ”Watch out!”

Xue An didn’t bother to turn. He spoke coolly, ”I planned to deal with you one by one, but you’re in such a rush to die.”

Elation filled Tan Feiwen’s eyes.

She knew full well that if Ren Tianyun dared to strike, it couldn’t possibly end with just one attack.

Indeed.

As the blood flames neared their target, a pitch-black dagger emanating immense foreboding appeared soundlessly from the shadows, aiming straight for Xue An’s lower back.

This ambush was sinisterly calculated.

Hidden beneath the cover of the blood flames, the dagger’s aura was completely obscured.

In the darkness, Ren Tianyun allowed himself a mocking grin.

What’s the use of sheer strength?

In my assassination, even the strongest cannot survive!

Thud!

The dagger effortlessly pierced Xue An’s body.

Ren Tianyun’s grin froze instantly.

There was no blood, nor did the dagger feel as it should.

Something’s wrong!

Just as the thought crossed Ren Tianyun’s mind, his instincts urged him to retreat.

But at that precise moment, a solemn sigh echoed from behind him.

Ren Tianyun managed to turn halfway—just enough to see Xue An standing calmly behind him.

Xue An’s face was partially shrouded in shadow, but his star-like eyes shone brightly.

Shook to his core, Ren Tianyun’s throat trembled as he struggled to speak.

Xue An gave him no chance, his eyes gleaming as a streak of sword light blurred forth. It pierced Ren Tianyun’s forehead, emerging from the back of his skull, leaving a gaping hole.

Ren Tianyun stood frozen in place, shock and terror still lingering in his eyes, until his body began to crumble apart piece by piece.

As black mist surged around him, Ren Tianyun’s spirit frantically attempted to reform itself. But regardless of his efforts, the hole in his brow remained stubbornly intact, spreading ever wider.

And then...

After just a few breaths, a devastating wail echoed across the arena, vibrating through everyone’s ears—a scream ridden with bitterness and vengeance. But, immediately after the black mist erupted and dissolved into nothingness.

Whether Ren Tianyun regretted his choices in his final moments, no one could say.

Tan Feiwen, however, felt profound regret and crippling fear, shaking to her very core.