Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

Eastern Battlefield: Shangguan Jin Hong, Lei Sun, and Ye Gu Cheng face off against the Blood Demon Cult

The Blood Demon Cult's forces were the most enigmatic.

Blood Demon Lord was dressed in a dark red robe, surrounded by a faint blood mist. Wherever he passed, vegetation withered and insects vanished. Behind him followed dozens of Blood Demon Cult elites, all with pale faces but bloodthirsty red eyes.

"The Azure Dragon Society sent just two Grandmaster-level experts to their deaths?" Xue Mingzi stared at Shangguan Jin Hong and Lei Sun opposite him.

Shangguan Jin Hong held a golden ring, his expression calm: "The two of us are enough to deal with you."

Lei Sun stood beside him, holding a short blade in each hand, and chuckled: "Xue Mingzi, I've heard your Blood Fiend Technique is quite powerful? I'd like to experience it for myself today."

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Xue Mingzi's eyes: "You're courting death!"

He formed hand seals, and the blood mist around him suddenly expanded, transforming into a gigantic blood-red ghost claw that lunged at the three of them. The ghost claw carried a strong, pungent stench, and the air around it hissed and corroded wherever it passed.

Ye Gucheng made a move.

The sword strikes like a celestial being descending from the heavens.

That sword strike was too fast, so fast that Xue Mingzi had no time to react. The sword light ripped through the sky, and the blood-red ghost claws shattered instantly before the blade, like paper. The sword's momentum didn't diminish; it pierced through the blood mist, aiming straight for Xue Mingzi's throat.

Xue Mingzi's pupils constricted sharply as he strained to activate the Blood Fiend Technique, conjuring a blood shield in front of him. But how fierce was Ye Gucheng's sword intent? How could someone at merely the second level of cultivation withstand a sword strike from a peak fifth level cultivator?

The sword tip pierced the blood shield, which shattered in less than a breath.

Xue Mingzi felt a chill in his throat.

The sword tip had already pierced his throat and emerged.

"you……"

Xue Mingzi stared wide-eyed at Ye Gucheng in disbelief. His Blood Fiend Technique, the blood poison he had refined for thirty years, the confidence that allowed him to run rampant in the sect—none of it mattered before this sword strike.

He didn't even have time to scream before he fell straight down and died.

Upon seeing this, the members of the Blood Demon Sect were terrified and scattered, fleeing faster than rabbits.

Ye Gucheng sheathed his sword, his white robes unstained by a single drop of blood, and said calmly, "Ants."

Shangguan Jin Hong and Lei Sun looked at each other in dismay. Before they could even hand over their weapons, the battle was already over.

"Well..." Lei Sun awkwardly sheathed his short blade at his waist. "Mr. Ye, at least leave us some soup."

Shangguan Jin Hong shook his head and gave a wry smile: "A fifth-level peak cultivator fighting a second-level cultivator is an absolute crushing defeat. Mr. Ye killed his enemy with a single sword strike, clean and swift, while we became mere spectators."

Ye Gucheng stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, not even bothering to reply.

Western Battlefield: Zhuo Donglai and Ximen Chuixue face off against the Iron Blood Hall

Iron Blade King of the Iron Blood Hall was the most decisive.

He carried a thick-backed broadsword, its blade as black as ink, gleaming coldly. Behind him followed a hundred elite members of the Iron Blood Hall, each clad in iron armor, exuding a murderous aura.

"The leader of the June Hall of the Azure Dragon Society?" Iron Saber King grinned as he looked at Zhuo Donglai opposite him. "A mere first-level cultivator dares to block my path?"

Zhuo Donglai remained calm, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and said indifferently, "Whether he's worthy or not, we'll only know after we fight."

Just as Iron Knife King was about to make his move, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold. He looked up and saw a white-clad swordsman standing beside Zhuo Donglai, his sword still sheathed, yet his aura pressed down like an iceberg.

Ximen Chuixue.

"Grandmaster at the peak of the fifth level?!" Iron Blade King's pupils shrank, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He was only at the third level, and he had no power to fight back against a peak fifth level opponent.

"Iron Saber King," Zhuo Donglai said with a slight smile, "you just said I'm not worthy to block your way?"

Iron Knife King gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain calm: "Two against one, what kind of skill is that?"

Ximen Chuixue said calmly, "Killing you is enough for me alone."

Before he finished speaking, the sword was already drawn.

fast.

It's almost at its limit.

The sword strike was swift as lightning. Iron Knife King didn't even have time to raise his sword to parry. He only felt a chill on his neck—the tip of the sword had already touched his throat. If it had gone in just one more inch, it would have taken his life.

Just then—

A sharp palm strike came from afar, accurately hitting Ximen Chuixue's sword.

"bite--!"

The sword tip was deflected three inches, grazing Iron Knife King's neck and leaving only a shallow bloodstain.

A dark figure descended from the sky, grabbed Iron Knife King, and left. The figure moved with incredible speed, disappearing into the distant mountains and forests in just a few leaps.

Ximen Chuixue sheathed his sword and stood there, his gaze fixed on the direction where the dark figure had disappeared, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Grandmaster level six," he said calmly. "The Iron Blood Hall has brought in outside help."

Zhuo Donglai frowned slightly: "Did you see who it was?"

"No." Ximen Chuixue shook his head. "That person was masked and moved with strange movements, as if he was deliberately concealing his identity."

Zhuo Donglai pondered for a moment: "No matter who it is, Iron Blade King has been defeated, and the Iron Blood Hall will not dare to come again in the short term. We have completed our mission."

Ximen Chuixue stopped talking, sheathed his sword, and turned to leave.

Zhuo Donglai gazed thoughtfully at the distant mountains and forests. The appearance of that dark figure was suspicious. To be able to save someone from Ximen Chuixue's sword, one must be at least at the sixth level of cultivation—why would such a master help the Iron Blood Hall?

But he didn't think about it deeply. The Azure Dragon Society had already won today's battle.

The battles in all four directions ended almost simultaneously.

The White Lotus Sect, the Green Wood Sword Sect, the Iron Blood Hall, and the Blood Demon Sect—all four armies—were utterly defeated. Blood Demon Child was killed on the spot by Ye Gucheng, Qing Yuanzi was severely injured and fell from his cultivation level, Iron Blade King was rescued, and Golden-Clad Dharma King returned in defeat.

Meanwhile, at the Antarctic Sword Sect, Xuanbing Zhenren had been killed by Li Chenzhou with a single punch, and his four accompanying elders had fled with serious injuries.

Outside the headquarters of the Azure Dragon Society, all was calm again.

But everyone knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

On a distant mountaintop, imperial spies were frantically recording:

"Fu Hongxue, the leader of the Seven Dragons of the Azure Dragon Society, possesses divine swordsmanship and can fight against beings from the Sixth Heaven."

"Gong Shiyu, the leader of the May Hall of the Azure Dragon Society, is both wise and brave, and he is able to restrain the Red-Clothed Dharma King."

"Chai Yuguan of the Second Hall and Xiaoyao Hou of the Third Hall of the Azure Dragon Society severely injured Qing Yuanzi with a combined attack, causing his cultivation level to drop."

"Shangguan Jin Hong of the First Moon Hall and Lei Sun of the Fourth Moon Hall of the Azure Dragon Society cooperated with Ye Gucheng—Ye Gucheng killed Xue Mingzi with a single sword strike, cleanly and swiftly."

"Zhuo Donglai of the Azure Dragon Society's June Hall joined forces with Ximen Chuixue—Ximen Chuixue defeated the Iron Saber King with a single sword strike, and was about to take his life when he was rescued by a mysterious master. That master was at least at the sixth level of the Heavenly Realm, and his identity was unknown."

He put down his pen and sighed deeply: "Nine Grandmasters besieged us, yet the Azure Dragon Society not only held their ground, but also killed a seventh-level expert, a second-level expert, and severely injured a fifth-level expert... This power is unfathomable."

The monks of Qinglong Temple stood on a distant mountain peak, clasped their hands together, and whispered a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha... After this battle, no force in the west dares to challenge the Azure Dragon Society. But that mysterious master who rescued Iron Saber King..." He shook his head, "The waters of the martial world are getting muddier and muddier."

He turned and left in haste—he wanted to get the news back to Qinglong Temple as soon as possible.

Outside the headquarters of the Azure Dragon Society, Li Chenzhou stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

At his feet lay the corpse of Xuanbing Zhenren.

Behind him stood the silent and unyielding Azure Dragon Society.

In this battle, the Azure Dragon Society revealed its fangs to the entire martial arts world.

All the eyes that had been secretly watching withdrew at that moment.