An Yunzi's expression darkened as he asked, "Do you know where they came from?"
"Judging by their methods, they're probably disciples of the Blood Infant Sect."
"The Blood Infant Sect?"
An Yunzi narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly. "That force really doesn't know when to quit. Back then, I killed the Blood Infant Sect's leader and nearly wiped them out. I never thought they'd dare rise from the ashes."
"And they're bold enough to barge into Holy Demon City!"
"Do they really think I'm too old to wield a blade?"
As he spoke, he moved to storm out.
Miao Que hurriedly said, "Master, they're only a few petty thieves. A few elders can suppress them. Why trouble yourself with taking action personally?"
"You're right."
"But to be safe, send word and have the Guest Officials go over to help."
"We've supported that bunch for so long. It's time they proved their worth."
"Yes."
Miao Que nodded slightly, then quickly left.
After Miao Que departed, a sharp glint flashed through An Yunzi's eyes as he muttered, "Of all times, it had to be now. Could the sect have finally lost patience?"
"If that's the case, tonight may not end peacefully."
"But it doesn't matter. Let me see what tricks you all have up your sleeves."
He gave a sinister smile, then raised a hand and beckoned.
Two figures suddenly emerged from the darkness.
"Go take a look. If necessary, you may intervene as well," An Yunzi said.
"Yes, Master."
These two were Shadow Guards cultivated by An Yunzi. Not only were they powerful, their methods were also exceedingly strange and ruthless. They were among An Yunzi's trump cards, and under normal circumstances, he would never let them leave the cultivation hall.
But there was something strange about tonight, and An Yunzi