Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny IBWASFM Chapter 1381: 1378: I'm Wading into this Muddy Water for Sur

Chapter 1381: Chapter 1378: I’m Wading into this Muddy Water for Sure! (2nd Update)

This grand spectacle naturally drew the attention of everyone in the village.

Ying Ning and the others’ expressions shifted as they hurried outside.

When Wan Gaoxing saw Que Wenyuan, Nie Xiaoqian, and the nurous stunning won of the Ghost Race, he froze montarily before erupting into loud laughter.

“Ah! Seems like my luck is exceptional today. Running into so many gorgeous ghosts like this—tsk tsk. If I were to bring you back to Chuzhou City, you’d fetch a wonderful price!”

As Wan Gaoxing spoke, he shalessly ogled Que Wenyuan and the others.

Such brazen insolence naturally ignited collective fury.

Que Wenyuan was the first to explode in anger. Pointing at him with a delicate hand, she shouted, “You mangy dog, where did you crawl out from to speak to like this?!”

“Impudence!” Wan Gaoxing’s followers barked in unison, stepping forward threateningly.

Wan Gaoxing raised a hand to stop them, blocking their path, as his eyes glead with greed. He leered at Que Wenyuan, smirking wickedly, “What a fiery little minx. Just my type!”

Que Wenyuan snorted coldly, “Pah! Look at yourself in a puddle before you think soone like could stomach the sight of you.”

Her crude remark drew suppressed chuckles from several people.

But Wan Gaoxing’s face darkened, and he sneered, “Quite the wild little mare, aren’t you? But talking to Young Master Wan like this—have you thought about the consequences?”

The Wan Clan!

At the ntion of this na, many gasped sharply, the sheer dread raising the temperature of the scene.

It wasn’t cowardice; the Wan Clan’s notorious reputation was simply overwhelming.

They were not native Ghost Race but had crossed over from another dinsion. Despite their relatively short ti here, they’d firmly entrenched themselves in the largest city of this world, Chuzhou City.

Furthermore, their slaughter of native Ghost Races had earned their infamy, steeped in blood and fear.

Hearing that the man before them was the Wan Clan’s eldest young master, many couldn’t help but tremble with apprehension.

But soon, fury ignited in everyone’s eyes.

Such towering blood grudge was unparalleled.

The native Ghost Race and these alien arrivals had always been irreconcilable enemies, and with the Wan Clan, the animosity was absolute.

Frost visibly spread across Que Wenyuan’s delicate face as she fixed Wan Gaoxing with an icy glare, grinding her teeth. “The Wan Clan!”

Wan Gaoxing, however, basked in her evident hostility, chuckling maliciously. “That’s right. I co from the Wan Clan, the ones who’ve annihilated the most of your pathetic kind! Initially, I planned to wipe you out entirely. But now, I’ve changed my mind!”

As he spoke, Wan Gaoxing pointed to Que Wenyuan, Nie Xiaoqian, and the won, saying, “If you obediently co with , perhaps I’ll consider sparing these people.”

The crowd erupted in indignation.

“Scoundrel! Disgraceful!” Nie Xiaoqian and the others shouted in unison.

Que Wenyuan refrained from cursing. Instead, she spat hard upon the ground.

“He-tui!”

Wan Gaoxing’s face turned ashen in an instant. His voice dropped nacingly, “Very well. Since I gave you a chance and you failed to cherish it, don’t bla for being ruthless!”

With that, he sneered, and suddenly phantom figures began to materialize around him.

In the blink of an eye, these phantoms transford into his likeness, filling the sky like a dense swarm, all letting out eerie laughter.

“Behold… Evil Shadow Clone!”

With that, the shadows, bearing Wan Gaoxing’s appearance, simultaneously raised their hands and struck toward the ground.

This attack shocked many, filling them with despair.

Only now did they truly grasp the overwhelming disparity in strength between the native Ghost Race and these invaders!

Wan Gaoxing’s eyes glead with excitent and cruelty.

He had no intention of killing everyone with a single blow.

In truth, the reason he expended so much spiritual power on this attack was to enforce his dominance.

The ordinary humans or Ghost Race mbers posed no concern—those were disposable, easily annihilated.

But these won—these treasures—must remain unhard at all costs.

Yet, before he could relish his triumph, his plan was utterly shattered.

For at that mont, a faint sword light, casual and unhurried, sliced through the scene.

Though its appearance was understated, the sword light was unstoppable, like a hot knife through butter. It effortlessly rendered Wan Gaoxing’s devastating attack null and void.

Not only that, but his nurous Evil Shadow Clones dissolved along with it.

With several muffled thuds, Wan Gaoxing stumbled half a step back, hissing in both shock and rage. “Who dares?!”

In response, a gentle sigh drifted through the air. “Sigh, seems I swung my sword a bit too soon, else even you wouldn’t have escaped this strike.”

From the building erged Xue An in an unhurried, leisurely stride. Stopping in the open, he tilted his head slightly and smiled faintly. “But I suspect next ti, your luck won’t hold out so well.”

The mont Wan Gaoxing laid eyes on Xue An, his pupils contracted violently, an uncontrollable chill clawing at him.

He felt as though a prehistoric beast had marked him as prey—every hair on his body stood on end.

This man… was dangerous!

That was Wan Gaoxing’s first thought.

For Ghost Race mbers like him, survival depended on identifying the most unprovokable threats in the shortest ti. Fail, and one might not even know how they died.

Who was this man? Why had such a terrifying presence appeared in this remote area?

Could this be an elaborate trap set by rival clans?

These thoughts flashed through Wan Gaoxing’s mind in an instant.

At the sa ti, Wen Muling stepped out from behind Xue An.

Though her strength was unremarkable, Wan Gaoxing’s gaze locked onto the mirror in her hands.

No doubt about it!

This was the Fang Ancient Mirror he had been pursuing so desperately!

After a mont’s hesitation, Wan Gaoxing did not lash out; instead, he spoke in a heavy tone. “Who exactly are you? And what’s the aning of that Ancient Mirror?”

“? I’m Xue An. As for the Fang Ancient Mirror… I just acquired it,” Xue An replied with an innocent smile.

So it was true!

The little town’s guardian Tree King had fallen by their hands!

The na Xue An was unfamiliar to Wan Gaoxing—soone he had never heard of before.

That didn’t stop him from continuing, though. “What, a Human Clan powerhouse like you wants to ddle in this ss?”

Xue An chuckled softly. “You’re mistaken. I have no interest in getting involved in any ss.”

Wan Gaoxing secretly exhaled in relief, but Xue An’s next words made every hair on his body stand on end.

“Because all I want is to kill you.”

“You bastard, you—!” Wan Gaoxing roared, but before he could finish.

Xue An soared into the air. Before anyone could react, his hand was around Wan Gaoxing’s throat. With an indifferent expression, he asked, “You what?”

“You… You’re truly impressive!” stamred Wan Gaoxing, his struggles proving futile. A sycophantic smile promptly replaced his pale, terrified face.