Infiltrating the righteous path? Just another place to be a sycophant.

Some of the stones here are exceptionally hard, even beyond the ability of a Nascent Soul cultivator to break. Even if they, with their Nascent Soul strength, exerted their full power, they could only leave behind cracks.

Zhiruo glanced to the side, gritted her teeth, and then disappeared into the bushes nearby.

"Chase them! Surround this area!"

"We can't let her escape! Quickly, spray the secret medicine!"

"Hmph, even Senior Sister Zhiruo would be in trouble if she were hit by my Demonic Wound Palm!"

Several people ran in the direction where Zhiruo disappeared, and some even came to the outer perimeter to try to stop her.

Zhiruo swiftly moved through the dense forest until she made eye contact with someone, at which point she stopped.

"Hello……"

Lu An had only just gotten up, and there was still a lingering fragrance behind him...

"You... hello..."

Zhi Ruo was stunned for a moment when she saw the person in front of her, but she quickly reacted. Mo Tian Wu Ren transformed into a Tang Dynasty horizontal sword and assumed a fighting stance.

Lu An looked at the person in front of him, his body trembling slightly.

No way, he ran into an opponent as soon as he stood up from the toilet? What kind of luck is that?

"Hehehe, Senior Sister Zhiruo, don't run away!"

"Haha, Qiang, I'm here! Senior Sister Zhiruo!"

"Senior Sister Zhiruo, let your junior brother take a look, hehehe... I mean the token!"

Several lewd laughs rang out, sending chills down Lu An's spine.

Who are these gentlemen?

And this little girl... no, this senior sister, why does she look a little familiar?

"Senior Brother Lu! Save me!"

Seemingly recognizing the person in front of her, Zhiruo immediately put away the Demon Heaven Blade in her hand, then ran over and hid behind Lu An.

"Save you? Me?"

Lu An was stunned, but soon several figures appeared in front of him.

"Oh? There are other people here?"

"Senior brother, or junior brother, please step aside, lest you get hurt."

"Hehehe, another one, hehe..."

Looking at the group of people in front of him, Lu An couldn't help but want to curse.

These guys from the Heavenly Demon Sect are all so abnormal.

Chapter Fifteen: Surrender is Professional

The group tried to tell Lu An to move aside, but Lu An just stood there, coldly looking at them.

It has the air of someone who remains calm even if Mount Tai collapses before them.

"Senior brother, why won't you let me pass?"

Lu An remained silent.

He actually wanted to give way, but he had been squatting for too long and his legs were a little numb.

My legs feel numb, like when a TV has no signal. It's already amazing that I can stand like this, let alone talk about giving way.

At the same time, Lu An also glanced back at the petite senior sister hiding behind him.

What's with you, a Nascent Soul stage expert, hiding behind me, a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator?

"Senior brother, why won't you let me pass?!" the man asked again, his tone becoming even more aggressive.

The next moment, with a whoosh, a flying sword pierced straight towards Lu An's face, only inches away from his brow.

Lu An simply stared straight at the person in front of him, unmoved at all.

If the sword tip were just an inch further forward, it would pierce the man's brow, and the man before him would be splattered with blood. But why was he not afraid?

These people didn't understand. Did this guy have some kind of backup plan? Could he turn the tide of the battle in an instant?

"Because... I'm not afraid..."

Lu An stared straight ahead without fear and said calmly.

"What courage! May I ask your name, senior brother?" The person controlling the longsword did not sheathe it but continued to ask.

"My name is Lu An, and I humbly request your guidance!"

Brush and pull!

The longsword hummed softly, swiftly leaving Lu An's brow and retracting itself.

"What are you doing?"

"He's Lu An! If he doesn't sheathe his sword, I'm dead!"

After sheathing the longsword, the person who had just controlled the longsword to float in front of Lu An's brow took a few steps back.

Upon hearing Lu An's name, the others also took two steps back, as if they had seen some ferocious tiger or leopard.

Lu An was also stunned. Had his reputation become that famous?

"I heard that Lu An recently fought a bloody battle against more than twenty people and apparently obtained more than twenty tokens..."

Where did you hear that?

"I heard it from Senior Brother Qian. He managed to escape by luck."

"Where is Senior Brother Qian?"

"I took the token from him, so he's eliminated."

Lu An listened to their words and felt utterly speechless.

As expected of someone from the demonic path, they show absolutely no mercy when dealing with their fellow disciples. They even steal your tokens while bringing you news.

Are you really not devils?

"Lu An, what technique did you use?"

"He used... a sword!"

"I know it's a sword! How did he fight it!?"

"No...don't know..."

"have no idea!?"

"It's said that none of Senior Brother Lu's men survive; they're either eliminated or killed outright," one person said. "Those who escaped never saw Senior Brother Lu make a move. They said that if they had, they wouldn't have been able to escape."

Silence fell over the crowd, their fear deepening with each passing moment.

Just how strong is this guy?!

“Even if he’s strong, he definitely can’t withstand our combined attack!” said a black-robed disciple with half-gray hair. “Everyone, form a battle formation!”

After speaking, he took the lead in assuming the starting stance, and a vast and powerful spiritual energy surged out from his body, with a formation faintly appearing at his feet.

Seeing this, the others disregarded everything else and immediately assumed their starting stances, with circles of magic arrays appearing beneath their feet.

A group of Nascent Soul cultivators setting up a formation against a Foundation Establishment cultivator like me? You really think highly of me.

However, I can't just sit here and wait to die. I've pretended so many times before, I should have some experience by now.

"Senior Brother Lu, should we break out?"

Zhi Ruo tugged at Lu An's sleeve. Lu An turned around and saw his senior sister looking flustered yet serious, which made him find it a little funny.

Why the hell are you treating me like your only hope? I'm more panicked than you are, okay?

"Don't panic, I'm here for you."

Lu An comforted him, then glanced around and had already made up his mind.

If all else fails, use the Spirit Concealment Technique to leave.

The Spirit Concealment Technique is a teleportation technique from the Supreme Yuan Gong. It can travel a short distance, but it's enough for running away.

The technique that Old Deng gave him was quite something. When he practiced this technique, even Li Podao was surprised.

The ability to teleport using the power of Foundation Establishment surprised even him.

However, that was the only thing that surprised him; the rest... were just so-so.

"You're all courting death!" Lu An looked coldly at the group, his eyes seemingly concealing a sharp edge.

No matter what, there's a girl next to me, I can't back down.

Especially... this cute girl.

"Senior Brother Lu... don't... don't abandon me..."

Wow, looking at her pitiful appearance, I feel like I would be committing a crime if I ran away at the last minute!

As a man, you should have some sense of responsibility!

And they even call him Senior Brother Lu! Especially that soft, sweet voice, isn't it much more pleasant than that witch's cold voice?

"Everyone says that Senior Brother Lu is exceptionally skilled; we must see for ourselves today!"

Several flying swords floated in the air, seemingly possessing the power of dragons soaring and tigers roaring, and even exuding killing intent.

Looking at the flying swords, Lu An remained motionless, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

Lu An's hair rose without wind, and then his eyes snapped open. The long sword in its sheath emitted a long, faint hum.

The longswords that were suspended in the air seemed to be affected by something as well, and they all began to tremble slightly.

The crowd's expressions changed slightly; for some reason, they felt as if the longsword was no longer under their control.

What... what's going on?!

The group dared not order an attack because they did not understand what was happening.

"Do you know that I, Lu An, possess a sword...?"

"Slaying all immortals, without a trace!"

Lu An's longsword was instantly drawn from its sheath, floating in the air before transforming into thousands of sword shadows that hovered above everyone's heads.

"This is... Senior Brother Lu's sword...!?"

"Such a terrifying sword technique... how could it be only for the Nascent Soul stage?"

"Damn it, I've bitten into a tough nut, what do I do?!"

The group looked at the sword shadows floating in the sky, which blotted out the sun and seemed about to fall and pierce them at any moment.

Zhiruo stared in shock at the dense, overwhelming sword shadows in the sky.

Is this sword technique something that a Nascent Soul cultivator can use?

A chill ran down their spines! Cold sweat poured down their backs! This was how Zhiruo and the others felt.

I'll give you one more chance!

Lu An had one hand behind his back and the other gripping the sword sheath tightly, his eyes filled with a sharp intent.

The sword shadows, so vast they blotted out the sky, and the terrifying, astonishing sword aura, seemed intent on crushing everything.

"To die, or..."

thump!

"Senior Brother Lu is truly awe-inspiring! We were blind to his greatness!"

"Senior Brother Lu, this is my token! Please spare my life!"

"Senior Brother Lu, it's all their fault. I never intended to fight!"

Before Lu An could finish speaking, these people had already knelt down and thrown out their tokens.

Lu An was stunned when he saw this.