Strength Clan Annihilated Overnight, Shocking the Heaven Dou Imperial Family

"You two, clean up the remaining remnants of the Strength Clan tonight."

"Remember, leave no one alive!"

Ye Xian's voice suddenly reached Yue Guan and Gui Mei's ears as they sped forward.

Hearing the order, both of them froze slightly in unspoken surprise before hurriedly replying,

"Understood!"

Heaven Dou City, Strength Clan residence.

The night was as dark as ink.

Thick clouds obscured the stars and moon, leaving only sparse lantern lights struggling in the darkness.

Just after midnight.

Twelve figures silently emerged from the shadows outside the Strength Clan residence like ghosts.

The two at the head were none other than Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

Yue Guan extended a pale finger, lightly stroking the invisible petals in the air. His narrow eyes squinted like a poisonous snake watching its prey.

Gui Mei, meanwhile, had completely melded into the darkness. His form was indistinct, emanating a chilling aura that made souls tremble.

Behind them, ten figures clad in tight black outfits and faceless masks stood like statues.

Not a trace of Soul Power leaked from their bodies. They were like the most precise killing machines.

Only the occasional cold glint in their eyes beneath the masks revealed their terrifying Soul Douluo-level strength.

"Hehehe..."

Yue Guan let out a chilling laugh that set teeth on edge. His shrill voice was kept low, yet it pierced the air like poisoned needles.

"That old ape Tai Tan didn't know his place and was reduced to ashes in Dragon Rise City. Quite satisfying."

"Still, it's a pity for his clansmen. They'll have to suffer a little..."

He turned and swept his gaze over the ten black-clad figures.

A vicious glint flashed in his eyes.

"By Your Holiness the Pope's decree: exterminate the Strength Clan to the last man. Leave not even chickens or dogs alive!"

"Move! Remember, stay quiet..."

As the final word fell, Yue Guan's figure abruptly turned illusory.

He vanished in a flash, silently drifting toward the tallest watchtower of the Strength Clan residence at an unimaginable speed.

There, two Soul King-level guards of the Strength Clan were forcing themselves to remain alert.

Almost at the instant Yue Guan vanished, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei's figure dispersed into the shadows like ink dropped into water.

The next moment, thin black lines appeared simultaneously across the necks of two vigilant guards standing in the shadowed corner inside the residence gates.

Their eyes flew wide. They wanted to cry out, but discovered that some icy force had completely corroded their throats.

Unable to make even the faintest sound, they collapsed limply to the ground, their bodies swiftly covered by a layer of strange black mist.

The ten black-clad Soul Douluos scattered instantly like leopards receiving a command.

Their movements were incomparably swift, yet utterly soundless. They pounced toward the residence's key entrances and the core areas where the clan members lived.

Their coordination was flawless, as though they had rehearsed it thousands of times.

One person would use strange movement techniques to instantly close in, precisely crushing a throat or piercing a heart.

Another would follow closely behind, using a special Soul Power vibration to instantly destroy the corpse and prevent it from making noise as it fell.

The entire process flowed seamlessly.

The massacre unfolded in silence.

Yue Guan appeared in the air above the core area of the residence.

He hovered there, looking down at the residence below with a cruel smile of intoxicated delight on his face.

His hands slowly rose, and the phantom of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum bloomed behind him.

With a wave of Yue Guan's hand, countless tiny, faintly glowing specks of strange pollen silently drifted down from the enormous chrysanthemum phantom.

Carrying lethal paralytic poison and intense corrosive power, the pollen seeped into every corner of the residence.

It ignored the barriers of walls, slipping in through cracks in doors and windows.

"Urgh..."

"Cough..."

"Hah..."

Muffled groans and choking sounds began to rise one after another from deep within the residence.

The clan members invaded by the pollen instantly felt their entire bodies go numb and their Soul Power collapse.

Then, an excruciating pain and corrosive sensation that sank into their bones spread from their internal organs.

Their mouths gaped open, yet they could not produce a proper scream.

They could only perish utterly amid extreme agony and silent despair.

A fine layer of strange frost-like crystals soon covered their corpses.

Yue Guan slowly closed his eyes. His spiritual power spread over the entire residence like an invisible web, precisely sensing every life aura being extinguished.

When the last faint heartbeat completely stopped within his perception, the savage grin at the corners of his mouth widened to its fullest.

"Finished."

Yue Guan's cold voice rang out.

The ten Soul Douluos gathered instantly from every corner of the residence like ghosts receiving an order, merging back into the shadows behind Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

Their movements were perfectly uniform, and not a trace of blood stained their bodies, as if they had never left.

Gui Mei's figure emerged beside Yue Guan as though distilled from the darkness.

He glanced at the residence below, now completely swallowed by deathly silence. His eyes flickered, but he said nothing.

Yue Guan lightly waved his hand, his eyes holding a twisted satisfaction at having completed the mission.

Then, together with Gui Mei and the ten Soul Douluos, he silently vanished into the boundless night as though they had never appeared.

The following morning.

The gates of the Strength Clan residence, usually bustling with people coming and going, remained shut.

No sound came from within.

Standing outside, one could even faintly smell the scent of blood.

This naturally drew the vigilance of a patrol of guards.

"Creak—"

Two guards laboriously pushed the heavy residence gates open by a crack.

An overpowering stench of blood, so thick it made one retch, slammed into their faces like a tangible fist.

"Blergh!"

One young guard instantly bent over and dry-heaved.

The older guard's expression changed drastically. Fighting down the churning in his stomach, he craned his head to peer inside.

Several corpses lay scattered in twisted poses across the courtyard beyond the gates.

Further within, there seemed to be even more fallen figures.

"N-No... this is bad!"

The older guard let out a heart-wrenching scream and scrambled backward.

He fell with a thud before the captain of the guards, his voice warped by overwhelming terror.

"The... the Strength Clan... they're... they're all dead!"

The shrill cry instantly shattered the tranquility of the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Imperial Study.

"Bang—!"

A secret emergency report detailing the horrific annihilation of the Strength Clan was violently slammed onto the imperial desk by Xue Ye.

The emperor, already at death's door, now wore a twisted expression of shock. His bloodshot eyes bulged from their sockets.

His withered fingers gripped the edge of the desk tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"They're all dead? The Strength Clan was wiped out to the last member?"

Xue Ye's voice was as hoarse as a broken gong, every word carrying the stench of blood.

"In my Heaven Dou City! Right under my nose! Cough, cough, cough..."

The extreme fury and terror completely overwhelmed what remained of his weakened heart.

He coughed violently twice, his body swaying hard as he nearly toppled from the dragon throne.

"Spirit Hall! It must have been Spirit Hall!"