Ten Steps to Kill a Man, Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Li

The cold wind was biting.

Unlike the Beixuan Jizhou of Huaixu, which had grown increasingly warm since the end of the cold disaster, the temperature in the Tianyuan Realm was naturally damp and chilly. Now, as the biting wind swept through the deep-night buildings, the cold air condensed into frost. White mist puffed from the ventilation ports of the Armor Guards, forming a wall-like barrier under the illumination of the Flying Shuttles, completely sealing off the area in every direction.

The wind whipped at the hem of An Jing's clothes. He narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of nostalgia in his gaze.

--When was the last time he had been surrounded by a fully armed enemy force?

--And since when had he ceased to fear this kind of power entirely?

Amidst his steady breathing, his heart beat with powerful, rhythmic thuds, resonating like the roar of a war drum. The Array Realm within his body existed based on his internal organs, meridians, and spirit root; its operation was the operation of the martial artist's own body. The Taishi Primordial Sha differentiated into the Five Elements Sha, among which the most robust Taibai Metal Sha reinforced his bones and flesh, while the Blood Fiend surged ceaselessly to protect his organs, much like towering mountains and a rushing river.

Contained within that seemingly youthful body was a small world of its own.

Unlike the days when he was in Huaixu and Tianyuan, he no longer needed to hide or flee... instead, he could face them head-on, fight, slaughter, and...

Resist.

An Jing knew he actually had a more tactful choice. If he were willing to reveal his identity, or perhaps hand over leverage to the Third Middle School and let Director Chen step in, the matter of the Yekan Gang would be