An Ying Knows When to Bend and When to Stand Tall!

Upon hearing that the magistrate's wife had invited him, An Ying temporarily stopped wielding his whip.

Seeing that Shen Laowu was on the verge of death, An Ying was not in a hurry...

After all, the real leader had gone to Yan City next door. Even if the other party was fast, they wouldn't be back until at least tomorrow. So, he had plenty of time to torment this Shen Laowu before he escaped.

He got up and had his men lead the way to the magistrate's wife to see what was going on.

After all, as a top-tier Thief Saint, An Ying's Thousand Illusions Phantom Art is not just about imitating appearances and auras; what An Ying cares about is the sense of immersion!

Because my master once said that the strongest Phantom Evil Spirits, no matter what form you take, you should immerse yourself in that form; only in this way can you minimize your weaknesses.

An Ying has always held himself to this highest standard.

Therefore, even as the leader, An Ying still demands the same of himself!

The subordinates were somewhat flustered by their boss suddenly ordering them to lead the way.

"Boss... I... I'm afraid it's inappropriate for me to lead the way... Why don't you go yourself... We don't know anything today!"

To his subordinates, An Ying seemed to be saying, "What the hell are you talking to me about?"

Do you want to listen to all this nonsense you're spouting?

What? I'm going by myself? If I knew the way, would I need you to show me?

Ultimately, at An Ying's insistence, his subordinates had no choice but to An Ying lead him to the magistrate's wife's courtyard...

But no sooner had they entered the courtyard than their subordinates vanished like the wind... This left An Ying completely bewildered... What? Is there a demon in the magistrate's wife's courtyard? And why the hell did you run so fast?

Just as An Ying was wondering what was going on, the door in the middle of the courtyard opened... The next second, An Ying was so startled that he almost turned and ran!

Because there's no doubt about it, there really is a demon in this courtyard... Just look at the magistrate's wife... what's the difference between her and a demon?

And she's an even bigger, fatter demon... a female demon weighing over 400 pounds!

Before An Ying could even turn around, the An Ying's wife beckoned to him with her finger!

"Quickly... come inside with me..."

An Ying:"???"

Even the most stupid An Ying would realize what was going on by now... No wonder his subordinates reacted and gave him that look earlier...

So that's what it was!

At this moment, An Ying felt genuine admiration for this leader...

No wonder they're capable of being leaders... They really do endure hardship, but in the end, they lose all humanity...

How could you bring yourself to eat such a county magistrate's wife? Would you really kill her?

Just as An Ying turned to run, the magistrate's wife appeared beside the leader with a speed that seemed completely out of place for someone her size.

This leader himself was at the Peak Third Rank... The An Ying's Thousand Illusions Phantom Art could also unleash the power of his Third Rank.

But at this moment, An Ying realized that even with his Peak Third Rank cultivation, he couldn't shake off this lady. He felt that with just a little effort from her, he was pulled into the room!

"You little rascal... you're playing hide-and-seek with me... but I like it... hehe..." the lady said as she came up!

"Didn't you always call me Little Sweetie? Come on... call me Little Sweetie! I want to hear it!"

Little? Lick? Sweet?

An Ying was so scared he was about to wet himself...

What An Ying never dreamed of was that his Peak Third Rank power was completely suppressed by this woman; not only was his cultivation suppressed... but he was also completely restrained...

In that instant An Ying had only one thought in his mind... If things really don't work out, I'll just self-destruct...

Just as An Ying was about to unleash his Peak of the Ninth Rank power to blast the mountain of flesh before him into pieces, An Ying thought of Shen Laowu...

He imagined himself as the Future Holy Son of Evil Spirits...

He thought of countless resources... and realized he was a hero of the Evil Spirit Clan!

I, An Ying, even survived Shen Laowu's ordeal. If I give up now... wouldn't I be abandoning my mission halfway?

I am the man Future to become the Holy Son of Evil Spirits... Can I fall at this moment?

No! I can't! If the leader can persevere, why can't I, An Ying, persevere?

In a split second, between his underwear and his bottom line, An Ying chose the bottom line!

Tears soaked An Ying's chest... An Ying didn't know what the three Holy Sons had gone through... but at this moment, An Ying only wanted to say that all the Evil Lords had underestimated the Three Continents...

These Three Continents are far more terrifying than you can imagine...

Just as An Ying was having a pleasant chat with his sweet little licks, a loud bang was heard...

The door to the room was kicked open the next moment!

"You two adulterers!" The county magistrate, who had suddenly rushed back from out of town for some unknown reason, was now as black as the bottom of a pot!

"Guards... beat him!"

At the magistrate's command, countless henchmen of the leader, who had previously been the incarnation of the An Ying, surged forward in an instant...

Good heavens, those subordinates who were so respectful just a second ago have all turned into demons...

The fists rained down on An Ying's face like they were free. Although An Ying's body was at the Ninth Rank and he wouldn't actually be injured by these blows, the problem was that the leader conjured by the Thousand Illusions Phantom Art wasn't that strong...

These blows, though not enough to injure the An Ying's true form, still hurt like hell!

No one knows how long the beating lasted, but when An Ying opened his eyes again... he was back in his cell...

However, at this moment, he was no longer the leader of the guards, but a prisoner...

An Ying was completely exhausted from crying...

Right now, An Ying really wants to slap himself across the face...

Wouldn't it be better if I just transformed into a leader and left?

Why the hell would I come back to take revenge on Shen Laowu?

If I had left even a little earlier, I would have run more than 200 miles by now...

Just as the An Ying were completely bewildered, the Hand of the Evil God suddenly made a sound; it was their master trying to contact them from the Evil Shadow Continent through the Hand of the Evil God.

As the Hand of the Evil God was activated, many Evil Lords in the Evil Shadow Continent also saw the An Ying in the prison cell!

The numerous Evil Lords of the Evil Shadow Continent were utterly bewildered as they looked at the An Ying locked in the cell, who appeared to have just been crying!

"An Ying... is everything going smoothly on your end?" Even the Phantom Evil Lord was somewhat bewildered, let alone the other Evil Lords...

You might say An Ying is alright... look at his current state... But if you say An Ying is in trouble... the Hand of the Evil God is still on him, yet he can still contact us normally...

Therefore, even the Phantom Evil Lord can no longer accurately predict the true state of the An Ying...

"Smoothly... smoothly..." An Ying practically gritted his teeth as he uttered the word "smoothly."

What else can we say?

Am I, An Ying, going to tell you... I was arrested the moment I landed? And after being arrested, I even ran into Shen Laowu?

I had just escaped from Shen Laowu's place when I was arrested by the magistrate's wife... Before I could escape from the magistrate's wife, I was arrested by the magistrate himself... and then I was sent to prison.

I, An Ying, seem to have a knack for ending up in jail... No matter who I am, I always end up in jail... Are you guys happy now that I'm saying this?

Of course, while he was internally complaining, An Ying still tried his best to remain calm on the surface.

"Master, all you Evil Lords, please rest assured. As a Phantom Evil Spirits, I can transform into anyone... I am currently using this identity to gather information about everything in the Three Continents... It's perfectly safe... Absolutely nothing will happen!"

Upon hearing An Ying's words, many of the Evil Lords nodded in agreement, for An Ying said made some sense.

"An Ying, be extremely careful. Remember, a small act of impatience can ruin a great plan. You are carrying the hopes of our entire Evil Spirit Clan on your shoulders. No matter what you encounter, do not reveal your identity. If you successfully complete your mission and return, you will be a hero of our entire Evil Spirit Clan, and you will be the Holy Son of Evil Spirits of our entire Evil Shadow Continent!"

When White Spirit Evil Lord, spoke, the other Evil Lords all nodded in agreement.

Looking at the many Evil Lords at this moment, An Ying felt... all the grievances he had suffered before were worth it!

As the Future Holy Son of Evil Spirits, what is this little grievance I, An Ying today... My enemy is the entire Three Continents, and everything in Jujube City is nothing but a passing storm to me!

"Master, fellow Evil Lords, rest assured, An Ying will not let you down and will definitely complete the mission perfectly..."

Before An Ying could finish speaking, the cell door was opened.

Suddenly, a very familiar voice boomed from the darkness!

"Let me go! I, Shen Laowu, am going to beat him up today, no matter what!"

"Fifth Master... Fifth Master... You are seriously injured... You should take care of your health!"

"Bullshit! Your Fifth Uncle is tough! Today, I'll show him who's the boss and who's the boss in this place, who's the real man and who's the madman!"

Then a group of people rushed in from outside, and An Ying severed its connection with the Evil Shadow Continent.

The numerous powerful figures from the Evil Shadow Continent stood together, exchanging bewildered glances...

What's going on with An Ying? It seems... not going well... It looks like someone's trying to kill him?

Many of the Evil Lords also turned to look at the Phantom Evil Lord, their eyes seeming to say... Hey Phantom Evil Lord... are you sure things are going smoothly on the An Ying side? It doesn't look like things are going very well.

The Phantom Evil Lord simply smiled and dismissed the doubts of the various Evil Lords.

The Phantom Evil Lord says... you probably have no idea what the Phantom Holy Son, An Ying, can do...

In terms of combat prowess, An Ying may not be able to compare with the other Holy Sons, but when it comes to flexibility and adaptability, absolutely no one can rival An Ying!

No matter how big the problem, we, An Ying, will definitely hold our own this time!

Don't worry... What we're going through is just a little hardship for us An Ying. Do you think we An Ying would fall at this point?

As long as we stabilize our side in the Evil Shadow Continent... No matter how many hardships we go through, we An Ying will definitely be able to enter the Vast Heaven Holy Land and definitely be able to take the Evil God Relics!

After all, even the Vast Heaven Holy Land couldn't defend against our An Ying's methods. The Vast Heaven Holy Land would never have dreamed that our An Ying would steal the Evil God Relics by stealing them during our entry into the Three Continents!

Trust us, Phantom Evil Spirits, and trust us, An Ying. When it comes to stealing, we, An Ying, are professionals!