Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

A chill instantly shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

But now that things have come to this, if he backs down, wouldn't he be laughed at by Nangong Qing and the others?

Despite his fear, Dongfang Hao pointed at Di Yun and Linghu Chong with a fierce but weak voice, and said shrilly:

"What do you want? Let me tell you, I am the second young master of the Dongfang family of the Great Qian Dynasty!"

"If you know what's good for you, let him scratch his face himself, and I might overlook the fact that you two assaulted me!"

Ye Junlin thought to himself, "Damn, is it my fault that I'm handsome?"

"Besides, this is after I've disguised myself. If I hadn't, you'd probably be so ashamed you'd commit suicide!"

As soon as Dongfang Hao said this, the surrounding crowd erupted in uproar.

The Eastern Family of the Great Qian Dynasty!

That's one of the top families in the Eastern Region, with immense power and profound foundation. No wonder this young man is so arrogant!

The passersby's gazes instantly turned intrigued as they all looked at Ye Junlin and his two companions, wanting to see how they would respond.

Ye Junlin looked at the outwardly fierce but inwardly weak Dongfang Hao, a faint hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

The Eastern Family of the Great Qian Dynasty?

In his eyes, they were nothing more than clowns jumping around.

He slowly took a step forward, his aura rising like a sleeping dragon slowly awakening.

Although not fully released, it had already made the surrounding air stagnant.

"The Dongfang family?" Ye Junlin's voice carried a hint of nonchalance. "Is that so great?"

Ye Junlin's casual remark was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly freezing the surrounding air.

Dongfang Hao was taken aback at first, then burst into a ferocious laugh as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world:

"Hahaha! You dare say my Dongfang family isn't powerful? Kid, you're tired of living!"

He was used to acting arrogantly because of his family's prestige. Who had ever dared to look down on the four great families of the Great Qian Dynasty?

Even the top powers in Qingzhou have to give the Dongfang family some face.

Could this young man in white be some ignorant and reckless fool?

Ye Junlin's gaze swept over the onlookers. Those cultivators watching the spectacle all wore expressions of schadenfreude.

However, there was also a hint of apprehension—after all, the power of the Dongfang family was undeniable, and no one wanted to get involved.

"More and more people are gathering." Ye Junlin's voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable tone of command.

"Linghu Chong, get rid of it, don't dirty my eyes."

"Yes, young master!"

The instant Linghu Chong responded, his figure had already transformed into a blur.

The longsword in his hand was drawn, its cold light flashing and disappearing in an instant, so fast that no one had time to react.

Before the smile on Dongfang Hao's face had faded, his pupils suddenly contracted.

He felt a cold, stinging pain in his neck, followed by a spray of warm liquid.

He instinctively reached out and touched his neck, only to find it covered in sticky, fresh blood.

"you……"

Dongfang Hao only managed to utter one word before his head flew into the air, his eyes wide open, filled with disbelief.

"Thump!"

The headless corpse fell heavily to the ground, its blood instantly staining the bluestone pavement beneath its feet.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, causing the surrounding crowd to gasp in shock.

quiet!

Deathly silence!

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at Linghu Chong, who held a long sword and had an indifferent expression, and then at the man in the blue robe who remained calm and composed.

They never imagined that the other party would actually dare to make a move!

Moreover, he killed a direct descendant of the Dongfang family in front of so many people!

This is absolutely outrageous!

The three men and four women from prominent families following behind Dongfang Hao were terrified, their faces ashen and their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Especially the three men, who had just been following Dongfang Hao and acting like bullies, now had their legs go weak and collapsed to the ground, terrified out of their wits.

Nangong Qing stared at Dongfang Hao's corpse on the ground, her pretty face deathly pale, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

They never expected that this seemingly handsome and gentle young man in white would be so ruthless and decisive, without even the slightest hesitation.

Ye Junlin didn't even glance at the corpse again, nor did he pay any attention to the seven terrified people.

He straightened his clothes and said calmly, "I'm leaving. I'm going to Wenxian Tower."

Di Yun snorted coldly, glanced at the seven people, and the killing intent in his eyes made them tremble. They quickly lowered their heads and didn't dare to breathe.

The three turned around and walked towards the Wenxian Tower with unhurried steps, as if they had just crushed an ant.

Only when their figures disappeared at the end of the street did the onlookers snap out of their daze and erupt in a commotion.

"My God! They really killed Dongfang Hao!"

"That's too aggressive! Aren't they afraid of retaliation from the Dongfang family?"

"Judging from their actions, they are definitely not an ordinary force! They probably have an even greater background than the Dongfang family!"

"This auction is going to be interesting!"

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, their eyes filled with awe and curiosity as they looked in the direction Ye Junlin and his companions had gone.

To dare to kill a direct descendant of the Dongfang family in front of so many people in Qingzhou City, the power behind this must be unfathomable.

The seven survivors, three men and four women, only dared to raise their heads at this moment, looking at the corpses on the ground, their faces ashen.

Dongfang Hao is dead. If they go back, they will definitely not be able to explain to the Dongfang family. But if they don't go back, where can they go?

For a moment, the group was plunged into despair.

Meanwhile, outside the Wenxian Tower, Ye Junlin and his two companions had already reached the entrance.

The shopkeeper had already been alerted by the commotion outside, and now he saw Ye Junlin and his two companions approaching.

He hurried forward, his face beaming with a respectful smile: "Distinguished guests, please come in!"

Ye Junlin nodded slightly and stepped into the Wenxian Tower, followed closely by Di Yun and Linghu Chong.

The noise and gossip outside were completely shut out.

at this time,

A sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out, and a figure dressed in a gray robe, exuding a powerful aura, appeared.

It swooped down like a falcon and landed steadily in front of Nangong Qing.

The gray-robed man had a cold and stern face, his gaze sharp as lightning, and he was surrounded by the oppressive aura of a Nirvana Realm expert.

It was Nangong Xing, the protector sent by the Nangong family to safeguard Nangong Qing.

He immediately spotted Nangong Qing, who was slumped on the ground, her face deathly pale.

He then caught sight of the headless corpse on the ground and the bloodstains splattered everywhere, and his face immediately darkened.

"Miss!"

Nan Fengxing rushed forward and reached out to support the swaying Nangong Qing, his voice tinged with urgency.

"Are you alright? Who dared to lay a hand on you here?"

Nangong Qing was startled by the sudden sound. Coming to her senses,

Following Nangong Xing's gaze to the corpse on the ground, he shuddered again.

She stretched out her slender finger, pointing at the mangled corpse, her lips trembling, and it took her a long time to squeeze out a complete sentence:

"Dong... Dongfang Hao... he was murdered..."