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

Four dragon heads?!

Iron Knife King's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Azure Dragon Society actually has a fourth Dragon Leader? And—a Grandmaster at the seventh level!

He felt the undisguised pressure emanating from Guan Qi, and his heart almost skipped a beat. The Iron Blood Hall's spies reported that Li Chenzhou, the leader of the Azure Dragon Society, was at the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm, which was already terrifying enough; now, Guan Qi, at the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm, had appeared. Just how deep was the Azure Dragon Society's foundation?

"Does Your Excellency truly intend to wipe us out?" Iron Blade King said in a deep voice, his tone carrying a final, desperate struggle. "My Iron Blood Hall's patriarch is a Grandmaster at the eighth level! If you retreat now, you can still save your life. Otherwise—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Guan Qi no longer looks at him.

Guan Qi raised his head, his gaze passing over Iron Knife King and looking towards the back mountain.

There, an ancient and decaying aura was rising.

From the direction of the back mountain, a gaunt old man walked through the air.

He didn't ride a sword, nor did he ride the clouds; he simply trod through the void, step by step, steadily and firmly. With each step, the air beneath his feet would ripple in a visible circle. The entire world trembled beneath his feet.

Grandmaster level eight – even if one's vital energy and blood are depleted, it is still level eight.

The old man's body was emaciated like a mummy, his skin clinging to his bones, a sickly grayish-brown color. His hair was sparse like withered grass, his eye sockets were sunken, and two eerie green lights flickered in his eye sockets, making him look strange and terrifying.

"You brat...you're asking for death."

His voice was hoarse, like a rusty iron gate being pushed open, each word carrying an aura of decay.

Guan Qi finally moved.

He didn't draw his sword—he never carried one. He simply clenched his fist and then threw a punch.

This punch was simple and unadorned, without any fancy moves or dazzling displays of internal energy. It was just a punch.

But that one punch made everyone present hold their breath.

Wherever the fist passed, the air exploded like thunder, and space twisted into a visible vortex. It was as if this punch was not aimed at a person, but at the entire world.

The old antique's expression changed drastically.

He had lived for hundreds of years and seen countless masters, but he had never seen such pure fist intent—no killing intent, no anger, only an extreme, indifferent will to destroy.

He raised his arm to block, unleashing his full power of Eighth Heaven True Qi, which condensed into a thick shield of energy in front of him.

"boom--!"

Fist and shield collided with a deafening roar.

The shockwave swept outwards like a tidal wave, forcing Iron Knife King and his two guardians to stumble backwards, crashing into the walls behind them, blood spilling from their mouths.

The old antique was actually forced back three steps!

His arm went slightly numb, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes: "Your power—"

"Too much nonsense."

Guan Qi interrupted him.

The second punch has arrived.

This punch was faster and more powerful, its force like a celestial river pouring down, as if it would pierce through heaven and earth. Guan Qi's eyes remained indifferent, his breathing still steady, as if he had not unleashed a powerful punch capable of destroying cities and ponds, but rather a set of ordinary training punches.

The old antique roared, channeling all his true energy and striking out with both palms. His depleted blood and energy were forcibly ignited at this moment, unleashing his eighth-level cultivation without reservation.

"Bang--!"

Fists and palms collided again.

This time, the sound was even more muffled, like two mountains colliding.

Then, everyone heard a crisp sound—

"Click."

That was the sound of bones breaking.

The old man's arm was bent at an eerie angle, the white bone fragments piercing his skin, and blood gushed out. He spat out blood, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into half of the hall and collapsing.

Pebbles flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

Iron Knife King stood there dumbfounded, his mouth agape, but he couldn't utter a sound.

The left protector's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

The right protector was in even worse shape, his crotch was already soaked.

"Impossible...impossible..."

Amidst the ruins, the old man struggled to his feet, his face filled with disbelief. His left arm hung limply at his side, like a dead snake, while his right arm barely supported him on the ground, his whole body trembling.

"I am a Grandmaster at the eighth level... how could I possibly... be defeated by someone at the seventh level..."

"An eighth-level state of depleted Qi and blood," Guan Qi said coldly, walking step by step toward the old antique. "It's nothing but an empty shell."

His voice contained no sarcasm, no pity, only a calm statement of facts.

Fear finally showed in the old man's eyes.

He lived for hundreds of years, then slept for a century, and when he was awakened, he thought he could once again rule the world. But he never expected that on his very first day of waking, he would face death.

"No...don't kill me...I can submit..."

"No need."

Guan Qi raised his fist.

The third punch landed.

This punch, without any resistance, directly shattered the old antique's skull.

Blood and brain matter splattered, the headless corpse swayed twice, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The guardian deity of the Iron Blood Hall for hundreds of years, a Grandmaster at the eighth level of Heaven—has fallen.

"No……"

Iron Knife King's face was ashen, and his legs felt as heavy as lead. He turned and fled, throwing his nine-ringed broadsword to the ground with a jarring clang.

He took three steps.

A flash of light flew in from afar.

The blade flashed, as black as ink, as fast as lightning, and silently. It pierced through the night, through the Iron Blade King's body, and then disappeared into the darkness on the other side.

Iron Knife King's body continued to run three more steps, then split in two, spilling blood and internal organs all over the ground.

Fu Hongxue's figure emerged from the darkness.

He was dressed in black, the black sword at his waist sheathed, as if it had never been drawn. But his eyes were colder than the glint of the blade, so cold that they were devoid of any emotion.

Gongzi Yu followed closely behind, gently waving his folding fan, a faint smile playing on his lips. He glanced at the corpses in the square, then at the headless ancient body at Guan Qi's feet, and nodded slightly: "Dragon Head, you've worked hard."

Guan Qi did not answer. He turned around, put his hands behind his back, and left, disappearing into the night.

Gongzi Yu didn't care. He turned to the main hall of the Iron Blood Hall, closed his folding fan, and coldly ordered the Dragon Scale Guards who had followed behind him:

"Not a single chicken or dog will be spared."

Overnight, the Iron Blood Hall's headquarters was massacred. From the hall master and elders down to the servants and laborers, not a single person survived.

On the same night, the headquarters of the Blood Demon Cult was also massacred.

Gongzi Yu and Fu Hongxue moved with impunity, as if they were in an empty field. Although Xue Mingzi was a Grandmaster of the Second Heaven, he couldn't even withstand a single strike from Fu Hongxue's black blade. Gongzi Yu didn't even make a move; he simply stood aside, fanning himself with a folding fan, and watched the entire scene with a smile.

All 372 members of the Blood Demon Cult were executed.

The two battle reports were delivered to the headquarters of the Azure Dragon Society almost simultaneously.

After reading it, Li Chenzhou burned the secret report over a candle flame, the firelight casting flickering shadows on his face.

He didn't laugh, he just said calmly:

"Let the First Moon Hall take over the Iron Blood Hall's territory, and the Second Moon Hall take over the Blood Dark Cult."