Shi Kun was dumbfounded. Is he committing suicide because he can’t win? Well, that works in my favor as well.

The two fourth rank cultivators under him also heaved a sigh of relief. To be honest, they weren’t eager to face Zu An if they had a choice. Even though he was a third rank cultivator, he was incredibly tough to deal with, not to mention those bizarre skills he could pull out of his arse. 

Laying in Zu An’s lap, Chu Chuyan felt droplets of blood splattering her. With disbelief reflected in her eyes, she muttered anxiously, “W-what are you doing?”

Why is he trying to kill himself instead? Is he trying to commit a lovers’ suicide because he was unable to save me?

Perhaps because of the bond that they had shared as master and servant over the years, Chu Chuyan actually shared the same thoughts as Qiao Xueying.

A tinge of red surfaced on Chu Chuyan’s pale face. “You need not do this. We’re not…”

Before she could finish, Zu An cut her off. “We can whisper sweet nothings later. For now, let me kill these hateful fellows first.”

Using one hand to hold Chu Chuyan close to him, Zu An brandished the sword in his other hand and bellowed furiously, “Have a taste of my forbidden art—Return of the Myriad Swords!”

Everyone around Zu An was still trying to make sense of his bizarre behavior, and his sudden yell caused them all to recoil in fear. They had just witnessed how Chu Chuyan’s forbidden art had destroyed the Devouring Kun in a single strike, so they were particularly sensitive...