Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

In a short time, all three Grandmaster guards were killed!

In the open space in front of the study, blood flowed into a small stream, and the pungent smell of blood permeated the night.

The guards were completely devastated. Some knelt down and begged for mercy, while others fled in all directions, only to be killed one by one by Yao Li and his two companions.

"Spare me! I'll never do it again!"

"Lords of the Drizzle Pavilion, we beg you to show mercy!"

"I have elderly parents to care for and young children to raise, please, let me go!"

Cries for mercy, screams, and the clashing of weapons mingled together, turning the city lord's mansion into a living hell.

Mo Chen stood on the steps, his cold smile frozen in place, replaced by unbelievable horror.

He watched as the three men slaughtered his elite troops like cutting melons and vegetables.

Seeing the three Grandmaster guards killed instantly, a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

The auras emanating from those three individuals were all crystal clear—

"Three...three mid-stage Void Realm cultivators..." Mo Chen's voice trembled, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

And Jing Ke, who was standing on the roof and hadn't made a move... wasn't he also at the Void Realm?

Mo Chen suddenly looked up at Jing Ke, his eyes finally revealing deep apprehension.

"Just what is the background of this Drizzle Pavilion? How could it possibly have so many Void Realm experts!"

He originally thought that the Drizzle Pavilion was nothing more than a bunch of ungrateful and desperate people, the strongest of whom was no more than a Grandmaster. He believed that the net he had laid would be enough to wipe them all out.

But to his utter surprise, the other side actually sent four Void Realm experts!

Jing Ke stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the night wind.

His aura was deeper and more terrifying than the other three, like a bottomless abyss, making people's hearts tremble at just a glance.

Just then, Jing Ke slowly stepped forward, and the pressure of the late-stage Void Realm erupted suddenly, like a mountain collapsing, making Mo Chen unable to breathe.

Mo Chen's face turned deathly pale, and he subconsciously took a step back. "Late stage of the Void Realm..."

Mo Chen swallowed hard, his voice dry and hoarse like sandpaper scraping, "You're actually also in the late stage of the Void Realm..."

Jing Ke gazed at him, a faint smile playing on his lips, his tone carrying an all-knowing understanding: "Have you finished your last words? If you have, then go see the King of Hell!"

"Xiyu Tower! Don't push your luck!" Mo Chen roared furiously, his voice hoarse.

His aura surged like a volcanic eruption, instantly soaring from the mid-stage of the Void Realm to the late stage, as if it were about to break through the clouds.

Jing Ke looked at the aura emanating from him, a mocking smile curving his lips, but no surprise was in his eyes: "As expected, you've broken through to the late stage of the Void Realm."

Although Mo Chen was also at the late stage of the Void Realm, he still lacked the confidence to fight Jing Ke to the death. He looked at Jing Ke and said:

"We are both at the late stage of the Void Realm. If you leave now, I will pretend that nothing happened."

"And I am backed by the Qingyun Sect! If your Xiyu Tower kills me, the Qingyun Sect will never let you get away with it!" Mo Chen threatened.

"Qingyun Sect?" Jing Ke's lips curled into a mocking smile as he slowly raised his right hand, a sharp wisp of qi condensing at his fingertips.

"Even if the Azure Cloud Sect is behind you, my Fine Rain Pavilion will not fear!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the rooftop.

In the next instant, Jing Ke appeared before Mo Chen, his right hand forming a sword shape with his fingers together.

A surge of qi swirled around his fingertips, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, aiming straight for Mo Chen's throat.

Mo Chen's pupils contracted sharply; he dared not let his guard down any longer, and his crimson longsword was instantly drawn.

The crimson sword light surged several meters, unleashing the full power of his late-stage Void Realm cultivation.

He swept his longsword horizontally, slashing fiercely at Jing Ke's fingertips.

"boom--!!"

The qi and sword light collided, and a violent force exploded, instantly shattering the stone steps in front of the study, sending fragments flying like rain.

Mo Chen felt an overwhelming force flowing through the sword, his blood surged, his throat tasted sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He staggered back several steps, and looking into Jing Ke's cold eyes, the fear in his heart finally reached its peak.

"You...how can you be so strong!"

Jing Ke looked at him, a cold, frost-like smile curving his lips. His voice, as if frozen solid for a thousand years, was full of mockery: "Now you realize? Too late!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a black shadow once again, rushing towards Mo Chen like a ghost.

With a soft "plop," the sharp blade of qi pierced straight into Mo Chen's brow.

Mo Chen's body stiffened abruptly, the fear and resentment in his eyes freezing.

He grinned, like an enraged wild beast, and cursed:

"You monster! The experts of the Qingyun Sect will avenge me! I'll be waiting for you down there!"

"And your Fine Rain Pavilion, sooner or later you will come down like stray dogs to accompany everyone in my City Lord's Mansion."

Jing Ke withdrew his hand, watching Mo Chen's slowly collapsing body, his voice so cold it seemed to freeze the air:

"In your next life, remember not to underestimate Xiyulou again."

At this moment, Yao Li and his two companions had already dealt with the last guard as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

On the open ground, corpses lay scattered about, like seedlings blown down by a hurricane.

The three men each blocked one direction, and out of more than three hundred people, not a single one escaped.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn is just right.

He bent down and picked up the crimson longsword. His fingertips traced the patterns on the blade, and he could clearly feel the pure qi contained within it.

It was clearly a rare and precious magical artifact, and he casually put it into his pocket.

Then, he searched Mo Chen's body for a moment and pulled out a token engraved with the Qingyun Sect emblem.

And a bulging storage bag filled with spirit stones and several bottles of body-tempering pills.

"I just glanced at these people, and I don't seem to see Mo Chen's son or the butler mentioned in the intelligence report."

Yao Li floated to Jing Ke's side like a ghost and whispered.

"Never mind, we'll investigate these two later."

"As long as they remain in the Eastern Region, they are like moths caught in a spider's web, unable to escape the vast net of our Eternal Night Heaven."

"First, loot the cultivation resources in the mansion, then leave immediately," Jing Ke said to the group.

Yao Li, Zhuan Zhu, and Yu Rang acted immediately, like arrows released from a bow.

Zhuan Zhu kicked open the study door and emptied the ancient books on martial arts techniques from the desk;

Yu Rang went straight to the treasure vault in the backyard and put all the spirit stones and talismans inside into his storage bag;

Yao Li was extremely meticulous, cleaning out the storage bags on the guards' bodies.

He even went out of Mo Chen's cultivation notes, which contained many of the Qingyun Sect's cultivation methods.

In no time, the three returned, but most of the treasures and spirit stones had been offered to the Qingyun Sect, so they didn't gain much.

Jing Ke looked up at the sky; night was deep, and a faint glimmer of dawn was breaking on the distant horizon. "Let's go."

Before the words were finished, four dark figures leaped up, skimming over the high walls of the city lord's mansion like startled swans, and disappeared into the inky night.

After the group left, the city lord's mansion in Luoxia City remained quiet, with only the strong smell of blood in the air foreshadowing the fierce battle that had just taken place.

Traveling swiftly without daring to delay, the four arrived at the picturesque valley on the outskirts of Qingzhou City at dawn.

Jing Ke was the first to close his eyes and concentrate, activating the coordinates imprinted in his sea of ​​consciousness by the system.

In an instant, a distorted spatial rift suddenly opened up in front of him, filled with a faint sandalwood scent.

"Return to the Eternal Night Space to report."

Jing Ke let out a low shout and stepped into the crevice first.

Yao Li, Zhuan Zhu, and Yu Rang followed closely behind, their figures disappearing into the canyon in an instant.

The spatial rift slowly closed, as if no one had ever been there.

As the light and shadow from the spatial rift dissipated, Jing Ke and his companions landed steadily in the ancient and simple hall of the Eternal Night Heaven.

Inside the hall, the dim lamps flickered, and Ye Junlin sat upright on a black jade chair, his gaze calmly sweeping over the four people.

"How did things go?" Ye Junlin's voice was cold, yet it carried an irresistible power.

Jing Ke stepped forward, bowed, and spoke in a steady voice:

"Your Majesty, Mo Chen has been executed, and all three hundred guards of the City Lord's Mansion have been killed. However, Mo Chen's son and steward are not in the city."

"Furthermore, behind Mo Chen is the Qingyun Sect, one of the top powers in the Eastern Region."

Zhuan Zhu, Yu Rang, and Yao Li also stepped forward, handing over their respective storage bags, and added in deep voices:

"The spirit stones and other resources in the treasure vault have all been brought back, but not much; they should have been offered to the Qingyun Sect."