Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

On another ancient road leading to Jiulin Mountain, danger lurks in the shadows.

Six dark figures moved silently through the forest; they were none other than the Six Sword Slaves, the top-ranking assassins of the Drizzle Pavilion.

Their mission target was Gao Miao, the young master of Gao Family Village.

"Gao Miao is right ahead, his presence is still there."

Duan Shui, blindfolded, locked onto the target's direction solely by hearing, his voice hoarse.

Zhen Gang stood as firm as a rock and said in a deep voice, "The Lord has ordered that not a single member of the Gao family be spared."

The six quickened their pace and soon caught up with the group ahead.

A group of servants surrounded a magnificent carriage, where a young man in brocade robes was pulling at a beautiful woman, his face filled with lewdness.

"My beauty, don't struggle anymore. You can't escape today. Submit to me, and I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury!"

This young man was Gao Miao.

The woman was terrified, her face turning pale, and she struggled desperately, crying, "Let me go! Help!"

"Shut up!" Gao Miao raised his hand to strike.

Just then, a flash of cold light appeared.

"Pfft!"

Two servants not far behind him fell to the ground with a thud, blood gushing from their necks, their eyes still filled with terror.

"Who?!" Gao Miao jumped back in fright, shouting with a fierce but weak voice, "Who dares to touch my people?"

The servants drew their swords and looked around warily, but they couldn't see a single person.

"what!"

Another servant fell with a scream, a short blade embedded in his chest.

Fear spread like a plague, and the servants were in chaos, not even knowing where the enemy was.

"Protect the young master!"

An elderly man with white hair and beard gave a low shout. He was the retainer of Gao Family Village and his cultivation had reached the late stage of Void Realm.

The old man shielded Gao Miao behind him, spreading his divine sense to its fullest extent, but still could not find any trace of the assassin.

"Young master, hurry... hurry and get into the carriage!" the old man urged Gao Miao.

Gao Miao was already terrified and scrambled into the carriage.

Within a few short breaths, screams rang out one after another.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"

After the last servant fell, only the old man, Gao Miao in the carriage, and the woman who was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground remained on the ancient road.

Cold sweat poured down the old man's forehead as he stared intently at his surroundings: "Who are you? Why have you so ruthlessly attacked my Gao Family Village?"

His response was a dark shadow that appeared silently behind him.

"Are you looking for me?" The voice of the Chaos God was like the spitting of a venomous snake, cold and piercing.

A warning bell rang in the old man's mind. He turned around abruptly, only to see a long sword pierce his heart like lightning.

"puff--"

The old man coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes glazed over. He made out the clothes on Luan Shen's body and murmured in utter terror, "The... the assassin from the Drizzle Pavilion..."

After saying that, he fell straight down.

"Young Master Gao from Gao Family Village, you've really put us on the lookout."

Zhen Gang took a step forward and swung his longsword.

"Snap!"

The ornate carriage door was cleaved open with a sword, revealing Gao Miao trembling inside.

Gao Miao was so frightened by the sudden appearance of the six dark figures that he went limp, soiled himself, and a foul stench filled the air.

He fell to his knees with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly: "My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life!"

"I am the young master of Gao Family Manor. If you spare my life, I will have my father offer up all our family fortune—no…no, half! No, all of it!"

He usually bullies the weak and acts arrogantly because of his family background. He has never seen such a ruthless character who kills without hesitation.

They were terrified and, in order to survive, they no longer cared about their dignity.

The six sword slaves frowned at his appearance, their eyes filled with disdain.

Zhen Gang snorted coldly: "Hmph! Killing you would only dirty my sword."

Before he finished speaking, he kicked a steel knife that had fallen to the ground.

"Whoosh!"

The steel knife, like an arrow released from a bow, pierced Gao Miao's chest with a "thud".

Gao Miao's eyes widened, blood gushed from his mouth, and he murmured before he died:

"My father...won't...let you go..." and then he breathed his last.

"What should we do with this person?" Zhuan Po asked, his voice cold as he looked at the trembling woman.

The woman immediately kowtowed, pleading, "Senior, spare my life! I'm not with them, I was just passing by... Please, please let me go!"

Zhen Gang didn't even glance at her, and said in a deep voice, "She's not the mission target. Let's go."

The Six Sword Slaves turned and left, disappearing into the shadows of the forest as if they had never been there.

The woman stared in the direction they had disappeared, then collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, her relief at surviving the ordeal tinged with deep fear.

"There's a murderous aura about him."

The six sword slaves had not gone far when they all stopped and looked ahead warily.

"Hehehe... After waiting for two hours, the six of you have finally arrived."

A sinister laugh rang out, and a group of men in black emerged from the forest ahead. The leader, with a sinister face, was none other than Feng Ji, the protector of the Nine Nether Demon Sect.

The six sword slaves instantly formed a defensive formation, staring coldly at their opponent.

They recognized each other's attire—it belonged to the Nine Nether Demon Sect.

Protector Feng Ji licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with greed:

"Assassins from the Drizzle Pavilion? That's rare. Perfect, offer your essence and blood to the Ancestor, and you're sure to receive a reward."

After saying that, he raised his hand and threw a treasure bottle into the air. The treasure bottle was exactly the same as the one used by the Black Wind Protector. It spun in the air and emitted a strange suction force.

"Kill!" Guardian Fengji ordered.

More than a dozen disciples of the Demonic Sect immediately rushed forward. The highest cultivation level among them was only at the Void Realm, while the rest were all Grandmasters.

"You're asking for it!" Zhengang sneered.

The Six Sword Slaves moved swiftly, rushing forward like six ghostly apparitions.

Sword flashes and screams of agony filled the air. In just a few moves, the demonic sect disciples who had charged forward were all killed or wounded, with not a single survivor.

"A bunch of useless trash!" Guardian Feng Ji roared.

He moved swiftly, personally leaping forward, unleashing the aura of a mid-stage Nirvana Realm cultivator: "Let me deal with you!"

"Form ranks!" Zhengang shouted in a low voice.

The Six Sword Slaves instantly changed formation, with Broken Water concealed in the shadows and Chaotic God moving erratically.

The demon's form was elusive, its Soul-Turning and Soul-Destroying techniques working in tandem, truly confronting the enemy head-on.

Six longswords attacked Feng Ji simultaneously from six directions, their sword strikes seamlessly connected, forming a net that blocked all his escape routes.

Feng Ji, the Dharma Protector, was startled and quickly raised his palm to defend himself.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The palm strike clashed with the sword light, producing a piercing sound.

Feng Ji, the Dharma Protector, grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. He was already in the mid-stage of Nirvana, infinitely close to the late stage, yet he was being driven into peril by six peak Void Transformation cultivators.

The six people worked together so well, as if they were of one mind. If he made the slightest mistake, several swords would attack at the same time, leaving him unable to keep up.

"laugh!"

Feng Ji, the guardian, was unable to dodge in time, and his arm was slashed open, with blood gushing out instantly.

"You're asking for death!" he roared, unleashing his full power.

Just then, Duan Shui appeared behind him like a ghost and thrust his sword towards his back.

Feng Ji, the Dharma Protector, sensed the ominous wind behind him and suddenly dodged to the side, simultaneously striking Duan Shui with his palm.

Duan Shui's figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.

At the same time, the Soul-Transforming Sword and the Soul-Extinguishing Sword descended from the sky, their twin swords striking the head of the Wind-Silent Guardian like meteors falling to earth.

Feng Ji, the Dharma Protector, quickly raised his palm to defend.

"Bang!"

As their swords clashed, he felt a tremendous force surge through him, causing his body to sink slightly.

In that instant, Duan Shui, who had vanished, reappeared behind him and thrust out a sword.

"puff!"

The protective armor on Feng Ji's body shattered instantly. Although it blocked the sword, it also caused his blood and qi to surge.

Zhen Gang, facing the enemy head-on, seized the opportunity and swept his longsword horizontally with great force.

"Bang!"

Feng Ji, the guardian, was cleaved away by a sword and coughed up blood.

Before he could regain his footing, Luan Shen and Wang Liang appeared below him, their swords thrusting out at his waist.

"what!"

Feng Ji, the guardian, screamed in agony as he was struck by the twin swords and slammed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He crawled out of the ground, covered in blood, disheveled, his eyes filled with fear and anger.

"You deserve to die!"

He dared not underestimate his opponent any longer. If it weren't for his protective armor blocking Duan Shui's sword, he would already be dead.

"Hurricane Technique!"

With a roar, the Guardian of Wind Silence unleashed a surge of demonic energy, transforming into a massive black hurricane vortex that swept towards the Six Sword Slaves.

This is his signature move; once caught in the vortex, one's vision and perception will be disrupted, and one's strength will be suppressed.

"Trying to take them down one by one?" Zhen Gang saw through his intentions and growled.

"Six-in-one!"

The six sword slaves swayed, merging into a blurry sword shadow within the whirlwind vortex.

His aura suddenly surged, and he even seemed to possess the power to rival the late Nirvana stage!

This is a special ability that the system bestowed upon them when it reshaped them, far exceeding the combined power of their previous lives.

"What?!" Protector Feng Ji was shocked. He had never seen such a bizarre method before!

Seeing this, Protector Feng Ji struck the sword shadow with a palm: "Hurricane Palm".

The combined six sword slaves neither dodged nor evaded, but instead unleashed a single sword strike.

"boom!"

The palm wind and sword light collided in the vortex, creating towering waves of energy.

Within the vortex, the sword shadows sometimes split into six people, attacking Protector Feng Ji with seamless coordination;

At other times, they unite as one and launch a powerful attack with overwhelming force.

Feng Ji was suffering terribly from the beating, with more and more sword wounds on his body and his demonic energy becoming increasingly chaotic.

He tried to retreat, but was held tightly and unable to break free.

"Now!"

With a low shout, Zhen Gang caused the Six Sword Slaves to split again, and six sword lights pierced towards Protector Feng Ji from six different directions.

"No!"

Feng Ji, the guardian, let out a desperate roar, trying to resist, but he was already powerless.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!..."

Six longswords pierced his body precisely into six vital points.

Feng Ji, the Dharma Protector, stiffened, his eyes lost their light, and he slowly collapsed, completely lifeless.

The treasure bottle in mid-air lost control and crashed to the ground with a thud, rolling to the side.

The Six Sword Slaves sheathed their swords, flashed, picked up the treasure bottle, and quickly disappeared into the forest.

In the forest path, only the corpses of demonic cultivators remained!