Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny novel Chapter 2711

Chapter 2711: Chapter 2712: Darling, Welcome to My Hell

In the round mirror was clearly reflected the battle raging outside.

"A successor of Shura Hall and a successor of the White Bone Saint appearing at the same time, and even tearing into each other—was this really a coincidence, or...?" the woman murmured softly.

Just then, the battlefield shifted again.

Xue An, standing alone against two top experts, not only showed not the slightest hint of fear, but actually fought fiercer the longer he battled.

By the end, the killing intent on him had even solidified into blades and swords, surging forward with his punches to strike at his enemies.

In contrast, the two from Shura Hall grew more and more terrified as they fought.

Because to their horror they discovered that their own strength was being suppressed and weakened by the rise of his battle intent.

At this rate, it would not be long before they were defeated.

With their guts split from fear, the two who had never truly been able to act in perfect concert instantly fell apart.

Almost in unspoken agreement, they began diverting Xue An’s firepower toward the other side.

They tried to use the other man’s life as a bargaining chip to win themselves a chance to escape.

And because of the difference in strength between them, the white-faced man was quickly forced by the blue-faced man right into Xue An’s path.

The white-faced man let out a howl of utter despair. "Old Third Qing, if I die, you won’t live either!"

But how could the blue-faced man care about that? Nothing was more important than his own life; as for so-called comradeship...

For people like them, born and raised in darkness, that sort of thing simply did not exist.

"Aaaah, please, don’t kill me! I’m willing to become your slave..."

Seeing that his threats failed, the white-faced man turned to beg Xue An for mercy.

But Xue An, his battle intent blazing like fire, didn’t pay him the slightest heed. He didn’t even hesitate; he simply raised his hand and blasted out a punch.

The white-faced man spat a mouthful of essence blood that turned into countless vines, barely managing to block this punch.

But that only bought him a few extra heartbeats, because at that very moment, Xue An’s other fist was already upon him.

"Aaah, no—"

Poof!

With a dull thud, Xue An’s fist punched straight through the white-faced man’s skull.

Foul blood mixed with grayish-white brain matter burst out, and the white-faced man’s body went limp and toppled to the ground, dead.

Described like this, it sounds slow, but in truth it happened in an instant.

From the moment the blue-faced man shoved the white-faced man forward to die in his stead, to the moment Xue An’s two punches took his life, no more than the time of three finger snaps had passed.

Yet in that brief span, the blue-faced man seized his chance, slipping around Xue An like a serpent and charging toward the carriage.

The blue-faced man’s nature was extremely cunning. At this moment, the entire battlefield was already shrouded by Xue An’s battle intent; no matter where he tried to flee, there was no way out.

The only loophole was this carriage.

Because this carriage had appeared without anyone noticing, which meant it definitely held something special.

As for what exactly that special quality was, the blue-faced man had no time to think.

He just wanted to seize control of this carriage as quickly as possible, then use the people inside as hostages to make Xue An hesitate, and thus escape with his life.

But although his plan sounded good, he had overlooked a crucial point.

Namely, whether the people in this carriage would allow themselves to be taken so easily!

Sure enough.

Just as he rushed up to the carriage and was about to reach out to lift the curtain, a cold shout rang out from within.

"Get lost!"

The shout wasn’t loud, but in the blue-faced man’s ears it was no different from a thunderclap, blasting him back at once.

Not only that, a small round mirror suddenly appeared on the carriage’s body.

As soon as this mirror emerged, it radiated hundreds of beams of brilliant light, and a surge of awe-inspiring righteous qi shot into the sky, shielding the carriage.

Seeing this, the blue-faced man’s whole body trembled violently, and he cried out three words in a voice filled with utter despair.

But at this point, he no longer even had the ability to beg.

Xue An squatted down and tied the fleshy rope around his neck.

"My dear... welcome to my hell."

As he spoke, the corners of Xue An’s lips slowly curled up into a mocking smile, and he suddenly pulled with force.

The rope woven from the man’s own tongues hoisted him up into the air.

A gurgling sound came from his throat as he struggled desperately, trying to tear the rope from his neck.

But it was all useless. After only a short while, his struggles gradually slowed, and finally his breath faded away; his life ended there.

Bang.

His corpse crashed to the ground, splashing up droplets of blood.

After that, Xue An lifted his head and looked toward the carriage.

That one gaze made the little maid hiding behind the curtain clap a hand over her mouth.

She had seen the entire scene of Xue An annihilating those two from Shura Hall.

That utterly calm brutality actually carried a strange kind of beauty.

At least, the little maid was completely entranced.

Only when Xue An’s gaze swept over did she snap back to her senses.

Boom!

Flames surged up along Xue An’s arm, burning away the remaining corrosive saliva.

Then Xue An flipped his hand, took out a coat, and put it on.

Once he had finished all this, Xue An cupped his fists in salute.

"Just now, many thanks to you, miss."