Chapter 211: Chapter 211: The World is Like a Dream, Only I Am Eternal (1st Update)

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Takeuchi Genji screamed, “No! Even in death, I will not agree!”

Xue An nodded, “Very well, then you may die!”

With that, Takeuchi Genji’s head suddenly exploded, splashing blood all over the bystanders.

Such ghostly and godlike methods struck fear into everyone’s hearts.

Inoue Yuu, trembling all over, forced a smile and said, “I… I agree!”

Xue An turned to look at him.

With an ingratiating tone, Inoue Yuu said, “Your cultivation level is divine, your words are as the Emperor’s decrees, of course I agree!”

Then Inoue Yuu fawned over Takeuchi Kiyoko non-stop, “Kiyoko…”

Takeuchi Kiyoko had a stony expression and didn’t even glance at him.

Xue An nodded, “Good, since you agree! Then…”

With a casual wave of his hand, a fine line of blood suddenly appeared on Inoue Yuu’s throat, from which blood gushed out. Inoue Yuu clutched at his neck desperately, looking bewilderingly at Xue An.

“Why… kill me even though I agreed?”

Xue An replied indifferently, “I asked who would agree, but I never said that agreeing would spare you from death.”

Several gurgles came from Inoue Yuu’s throat, he looked at Xue An with anger, then collapsed unwillingly to the ground, dead.

Utter silence followed.

Many present had dominated Tokyo’s underworld for years, but seeing Xue An kill two people effortlessly, reaping lives with no warning…

Such methods terrified even these seasoned bosses.

Xue An looked around the room again, “Now, does anyone else have objections?”

At that moment, two figures, a man and a woman, approached the entrance of the Takeuchi residence.

The man, dressed in sword-laden robes with flowing sleeves, seemed to descend from the heavens like an Immortal, exuding an extraordinary demeanor.

The woman, only in her teens, followed behind him with a face full of admiration.

After entering the Takeuchi residence, the man suddenly frowned, his expression growing increasingly serious.

The woman respectfully inquired, “Master, what’s wrong?”

The man said in a deep voice, “What a strong killing intent!”

Then, in a single stride, the man crossed the entire courtyard and entered through the front door.

His arrival filled the despairing bigwigs from Country R with overwhelming joy.

Takeuchi Masao cried with excitement, his voice hoarse, “Sword Saint Sir, save us! This man is simply a devil!”

However, Takeuchi Kiyoko’s complexion drastically changed, her heart sinking gradually.

Because the man was none other than Qianshan Yipye, the Sword Saint from Country R’s Mirror Heart Wise Flow.

Sword Dao in Country R is divided into several schools: Beichen One-Strike Flow, Second Heaven Flow, Mirror Heart Wise Flow, Iai Sword Drawing Technique, Shinto Munen Flow, and others.

The strongest among them are known as Sword Saints.

The dojo of Mirror Heart Wise Flow was located in Tokyo, hence Sword Saint Qianshan Yipye received an invitation and had come to the Takeuchi residence.

Qianshan Yipye looked at Xue An, his expression becoming serious, “A martial artist from Hua Country?”

Xue An nodded and replied lightly, “And who might you be?”

“I am Qianshan Yipye. As a cultivator of martial arts, why would you cruelly kill these ordinary people?” Qianshan Yipye asked coldly.

“Ordinary people?” A cold smile flickered across Xue An’s face.

“You call these people ordinary?”

Qianshan Yipye’s face was grave, for he could not see through Xue An’s true level of cultivation.

This man’s aura was ordinary, yet his eyes were as deep as the ocean.

What was his cultivation level?

A trace of doubt crossed Qianshan Yipye’s mind before he steadied himself and said solemnly, “Even if they are from the underworld, was there really a need to go that far? Is this the barbarity of martial artists from Hua Country?”

Xue An shook his head and chuckled lightly, “To me, the act of killing is but a thought away, and words are useless. Since you claim to be a Sword Saint, then you may stay today as well!”

After speaking, Xue An smiled grimly.

Suddenly, he was right in front of Qianshan Yipye, no words wasted, and threw a punch.

Qianshan Yipye was shocked by the speed.

Barely dodging that punch, Qianshan Yipye’s footwork shifted, placing him in an exceptionally elusive position.

Once he stood firm, his aura transformed, and a deadly Sword Qi began to fill the room.

This was a hallmark of the Mirror Heart Intelligent School, with its profound study of footwork, reputed to be capable of delivering threats with each step.

Xue An’s punch missed, yet his face remained neither sad nor happy as he calmly said, “Not bad, come again!”

With that, Xue An launched another punch.

At this moment, Xue An hadn’t even used his Cultivation Level but was simply relying on his physical strength to fight with Qianshan Yipye, and they appeared evenly matched.

After narrowly dodging another punch from Xue An, Qianshan Yipye’s expression turned grave as he called out, “Qianshan’s One Sword Slash!”

A brilliant Sword Qi suddenly burst forth.

The swordplay was incredibly extravagant, intoxicating all who saw it.

Takeuchi Masao and others watched, dazzled and mesmerized.

The woman who followed Qianshan Yipye revealed a smug smile.

In her view, no one could withstand this dreamlike sword strike.

But Xue An merely looked up, and then casually flicked his finger.

Snap!

This seemingly extravagant strike was instantly shattered.

Qianshan Yipye stumbled back several steps, his face finally betraying shock, before gritting his teeth and slowly drawing the true form of his sword from his waist.

Many were moved by this action.

Even the woman couldn’t help but be astonished.

Her master hadn’t drawn his sword in ten years.

Yet now, he had been compelled to unsheath the real sword.

With a solemn expression, Qianshan Yipye declared, “This sword is named ‘Great Dream.’ You should be proud to have forced me to draw it!”

Xue An smiled grimly, slowly raising his fist, “Come again!”

As he spoke, he launched another punch.

At that moment, Qianshan Yipye, with his eyebrows standing on end, shouted, “Great Dream!”

The sword then vanished, only to reappear behind Xue An the next instant, thrusting down fiercely.

Kiyoko shrieked in fright, while Takeuchi Masao and the others wore vicious grins.

Indeed… the Sword Saint was victorious!

But just then, the Great Dream sword, already close to Xue An’s back, stopped abruptly.

With his hands behind his back, Xue An caught it between two fingers, and with a slight effort,

Snap!

The sword broke to pieces.

Qianshan Yipye’s face showed great shock as he hastily retreated several steps.

Shaking his head, Xue An said, “It was enjoyable to play, but alas, you’re still not strong enough!”

As he spoke, a majestic aura suddenly radiated from Xue An.

In the presence of this aura, Qianshan Yipye was like a small boat in a storm, in danger of capsizing at any moment.

“How… How is this possible?” Takeuchi Masao and the others’ eyes bulged.

Why was this man so powerful?

With a grave look, Qianshan Yipye suddenly pulled a dagger from his bosom, pierced his palm, and then a blood sword, formed from his own blood, starkly appeared in his hand.

“Turning blood into sword!”

The young woman murmured to herself, turning pale.

This was the last resort of the Mirror Heart Intelligent School.

However, at this moment, Xue An lifted his gaze, smiling slightly.

“Great Dream? Heh, it’s interesting, but…”

“Life is but a dream, only I am eternal.”