Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Hao Hailei pushed forward with both palms, and his spiritual power transformed into a torrent of thunder:

"Thunder shakes the heavens!"

With a flick of her withered hand, Feng Yuehua unleashed countless silver needles from her sleeve, their tips gleaming with a chilling blue light.

"The Thousand-Thread Deadly Needle!"

Husserl was engulfed in crimson flames, and with a single punch, the flames coalesced into a ferocious tiger.

"Blazing Tiger Roar Fist!"

Three powerful attacks struck Li Maozhen simultaneously from three different directions.

Li Maozhen hovered in mid-air, neither dodging nor avoiding, his hands forming a hand seal as he activated the "Secret Technique of Gu" combined with the "Illusory Sound Technique."

Countless golden phantoms of Gu worms suddenly appeared around him, their wings vibrating and emitting a soft buzzing sound.

"Illusory Sound Technique - Bewitching Mind!"

He raised his hand and waved it, and the phantom images of the Gu worms transformed into rings of sound waves that spread outwards.

The sound waves rippled like water, carrying a drowsy rhythm.

Hao Hailei's thunderous torrent collided with the sound waves and vanished silently, like a clay ox entering the sea.

Feng Yuehua's silver needles were sent flying back by the sound waves, startling her so much that she quickly dodged.

Hussein's Flaming Tiger fared even worse; it exploded halfway through its charge, scattering sparks everywhere.

"This... how is this possible!" Hao Hailei's eyes widened.

Li Maozhen didn't give them time to react; he flashed and appeared above the three of them.

He pressed his hands down lightly, and a huge purple phantom lotus materialized in his palms.

The lotus slowly bloomed, its petals shimmering with an eerie light.

"Illusory Sound Palm - Lotus Annihilation!"

The purple lotus crashed down, sending the three of them staggering backward, their blood churning in their chests.

Feng Yuehua was the oldest and the first to withstand the blow. He spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt on one knee.

On the other hand, Li Siyuan and Zhu Youwen's killings were even more direct and brutal.

Li Siyuan activated the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Technique, his body crackling with lightning.

"Five Thunder Palm!"

With a single palm strike, a bolt of lightning was unleashed, instantly blasting the crowd into a bloody mess as they scattered and fled in all directions.

Zhu Youwen was even more ferocious, pushing the Nine Nether Profound Heaven Divine Art to its limit.

"Mysterious Heaven Palm!"

His body was shrouded in black mist, and a single palm strike would turn a pile of corpses into corpses.

More than a thousand ordinary elders and disciples of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion fell like grass before them.

"Ah! They're demons! Run!"

Some tried to escape, but before they could take more than a few steps, their heads were smashed by a sharp palm strike.

"Spare me! I have a three-year-old mother to support and an eighty-year-old child to raise..."

Some people knelt down and begged for mercy, but the palm strikes still came down without the slightest hesitation.

Blood stained the bluestone floor of the square, flowing into thin streams through the cracks.

Screams, cries, and pleas for mercy filled the air, and the air reeked of blood.

The disciples never expected that just a moment ago they were so full of vigor on the arena, receiving cheers from their fellow disciples...

The next moment, they became souls in someone else's grasp.

Xiong Ba and Xie Huang remained suspended in mid-air, coldly observing the massacre.

They showed no intention of making a move, as if they were watching a play that had nothing to do with them.

In the ruins of the main hall, Lei Jinghong struggled to his feet.

His clothes were tattered, his body was covered in wounds, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

He leaned against the broken pillar, peering through the hole he had smashed in the ceiling.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Xiong Ba and Xie Huang in mid-air, pointing at them and roaring, his voice hoarse as if it were about to bleed:

"Aren't you in the Underworld afraid of retaliation from my sect's Supreme Elder for acting this way?"

Xiong Ba glanced down at him and smiled.

There was no mockery or disdain in that smile.

It even carried a hint of gentleness, as if looking at an ignorant child.

"Revenge?" Xiong Ba said softly.

"If he dares to come, just kill him too."

The Evil Emperor was ruthless and taciturn; he simply raised his hand and delivered a slash.

"Evil Destroyed in All Directions"

A black blade of light drew a cross, heading straight for Lei Jinghong in the ruins.

Lei Jinghong tried to get up to defend himself, but Xiong Ba's oppressive aura...

He was locked up tightly without anyone knowing when, his whole body stiffened, and he couldn't move an inch.

As he watched the approaching black blade of light, the last glimmer of light in his eyes went out.

The screams outside continued, one after another, tearing at his heart like knives.

He could imagine the scene of blood flowing like a river in the square.

Those disciples, those elders, those familiar faces, are falling one by one.

He finally understood. Today, his Fenglei Pavilion was truly doomed.

He was unwilling to accept it! He had finally managed to curry favor with the Netherworld Palace...

He was preparing to lead his sect to greater heights, so why was fate treating him this way?

The blade flashed down.

"I... am not reconciled..."

Lei Jinghong's eyes widened, and before he could finish uttering his resentment, his body was sliced ​​into pieces by the cross-shaped blade of light.

The ruler of a top-tier power has thus perished.

……

the other side,

Hao Hailei, Feng Yuehua, and Hou Sailei were fighting desperately against Li Maozhen.

Suddenly, a chill ran through them, and they all turned around, just in time to see Lei Jinghong being cleaved in two.

"Master!"

The three people's voices were filled with shock, anger, and grief.

This is the moment Li Maozhen has been waiting for.

He leaped into the air, his hands forming a hand seal.

The golden phantom of the Gu worm reappeared around him, its wings fluttering and buzzing.

"Phantom sounds disturb the mind!"

The sound waves spread like ripples on water, directly hitting the brains of the three people.

Hao Hailei, Feng Yuehua, and Hou Sailei felt as if their heads were about to explode, experiencing excruciating pain.

The weapon in his hand clattered to the ground, and he clutched his head, screaming in agony.

"Ah~..!"

Without hesitation, Li Maozhen drew the Zixiao Sword from his waist, its blade gleaming with a cold purple light.

"Phantom Sound Sword Slash!"

A purple sword aura slashed out, moving so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The sounds of sword energy piercing flesh rang out one after another.

Before the three could recover from the excruciating pain, they were cleaved in two by a single sword strike, their blood splattering everywhere.

Li Maozhen flicked his wrist, and the Purple Cloud Sword returned to its sheath, without even glancing at the corpse on the ground.

……

The battle on Li Siyuan and Zhu Youwen's side has also ended.

The square was piled high with corpses, and blood was everywhere, making it sticky to walk on.

However, some cultivators managed to escape into the halls of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion amidst the chaos, hiding in various corners and trembling with fear.

Just as Li Maozhen and his two companions were preparing to enter and search for the enemy, Xiong Ba's voice came from mid-air:

"No need to search for people, just collect resources."

"Take everything of value with me, don't leave anything out."

"Yes, sir!"

The three immediately dispersed and searched the Fenglei Pavilion.

Cultivation techniques, pills, spirit stones... they didn't even spare anything that could be stuffed into their storage rings, not even the corpses.

Xiong Ba raised his hand and waved it, and a giant protective shield formed from spiritual energy enveloped the entire main peak of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion.

To prevent the remaining disciples who had hidden from escaping during the chaos.

After doing all this, he turned to look at the Evil Emperor:

"Brother Evil Emperor, shall we go check out the treasure vault? We haven't seen any of the treasures in this world yet."

The Evil Emperor nodded: "Alright, I'd like to see too."

The two of them flashed to the treasure pavilion of Fenglei Pavilion.

The gate was heavily fortified, but Xiong Ba shattered it with a single palm strike, and the two entered.

After circling around, Xiong Ba frowned:

"This Wind and Thunder Pavilion doesn't seem as wealthy as I imagined; there don't seem to be any precious treasures there."

The Evil Emperor nodded: "Indeed. A top-tier power shouldn't only have this much wealth."

What they didn't know was that Lei Jinghong wanted to curry favor with the Netherworld Palace.

Long before his daughter left with the young master of the Netherworld Palace,

Half of the resources of Fenglei Pavilion had already been sent to the Netherworld Palace as part of her dowry.

Therefore, the contents of the treasure vault were naturally not as abundant as they had imagined.

……