Blood Spatters Mo Residence, Mission Complete

In a mere moment, all three Grandmaster guards had been slain!

On the open ground before the study, Fresh Blood pooled into streams, and the pungent Bloody Smell spread through the night.

The guards completely broke down. Some fell to their knees and begged for mercy, while others fled in all directions, only to be cut down one by one by Yao Li and the other two.

"Spare me! I'll never dare do it again!"

"My lords from Misty Rain Tower, please show mercy!"

"I have elderly parents and young children to care for. Please spare me!"

Cries for mercy, screams, and the clash of weapons intertwined as the City Lord's Mansion became a Human World Purgatory.

Mo Chen stood on the Steps, the cold smile on his face long since frozen, replaced by unimaginable horror.

He watched Yao Li and the other two massacre his elite troops as easily as chopping vegetables,

watched the three Grandmaster guards die in an instant, and felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

The Aura emanating from those three was unmistakably clear—

"Three... three Mid-Stage Void Glimpse Realm experts..." Mo Chen's voice trembled as his pupils abruptly contracted.

And Jing Ke, who stood on the roof and had yet to make a move... wasn't he also in the Void Glimpse Realm?

Mo Chen abruptly raised his head and looked at Jing Ke, deep apprehension finally appearing in his eyes.

"Just what is Misty Rain Tower? How could it possibly have so many Void Glimpse Realm Strong Ones?!"

He had originally thought Misty Rain Tower was merely a group of reckless desperadoes, with their strongest members no more than in the Grandmaster Realm. The Heaven and Earth Net he had set up should have been enough to wipe them all out.

Yet he never could have imagined that the other side had brought four Void Glimpse Realm experts!

Jing Ke stood with his hands behind his back, his robes snapping in the Night Wind.

His Aura was deeper and more terrifying than those three, like a bottomless abyss that made one's heart tremble after a single glance.

At that moment, Jing Ke slowly stepped forward. The pressure of the Late Void Glimpse Realm erupted with a boom, like mountains collapsing, crushing Mo Chen until he could barely breathe.

Mo Chen's face turned deathly pale, and he instinctively retreated a step. "Late Void Glimpse Realm..."

Mo Chen swallowed, his voice as dry as sandpaper scraping together. "You're actually at the Late Void Glimpse Realm too..."

Jing Ke gazed at him, a faint smile appearing on his lips. His tone carried the calm certainty of one who saw through everything. "Have you finished your last words? If so, go meet Yama!"

"Misty Rain Tower! Don't push people too far!" Mo Chen roared himself hoarse, his hair standing on end with rage.

The Aura around him surged like an erupting volcano, rising steadily from the Mid-Stage Void Glimpse Realm to the late stage in an instant, as though it would pierce the heavens.

Jing Ke watched the Aura erupt from his body. A mocking curve lifted at his lips, yet his eyes showed no surprise whatsoever. "As expected, you broke through to the Late Void Glimpse Realm."

Although Mo Chen was also in the Late Void Glimpse Realm, he still lacked the confidence to fight Jing Ke to the death. Looking at Jing Ke, he said:

"You and I are both in the Late Void Glimpse Realm. If you leave now, I'll pretend none of this ever happened."

"Besides, Qingyun Sect stands behind me! If Misty Rain Tower kills me, Qingyun Sect will never let you off!" Mo Chen threatened.

"Qingyun Sect?" A mocking curve appeared on Jing Ke's lips as he slowly raised his right hand, gathering a wisp of sharp Gang Qi at his fingertips.

"Even if Qingyun Sect stands behind you, Misty Rain Tower does not fear it!"

Before his words had faded, his figure vanished from the roof.

In the next instant, Jing Ke appeared before Mo Chen, his right hand held with two fingers together like a sword.

Gang Qi coiled around his fingertips, carrying a piercing shriek that tore through the air as it shot straight toward Mo Chen's throat.

Mo Chen's pupils constricted sharply. He no longer dared to underestimate his opponent as his crimson Longsword instantly left its sheath.

Blood-red Sword Light surged several yards outward, while his Late Void Glimpse Realm cultivation erupted without restraint.

The Longsword swept horizontally, chopping fiercely toward Jing Ke's fingertips.

Boom—!!

Gang Qi collided with Sword Light, and violent power exploded. The stone Steps before the study shattered instantly, broken rocks spraying like rain.

Mo Chen felt an overwhelming force travel through the blade. His blood and qi churned, sweetness filled his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of Fresh Blood.

He staggered back several steps. As he looked into Jing Ke's icy eyes, the fear in his heart finally reached its peak.

"You... how can you be this strong?!"

Jing Ke looked at him, an icy curve like frost forming at his lips. His voice seemed frozen with millennia-old ice, full of mockery. "You're only realizing it now? Too late!"

As his words fell, his figure once again became a Shadow Figure, lunging at Mo Chen like a Ghostly Apparition.

With a soft squelch, the blade of Gang Qi pierced straight into Mo Chen's brow.

Mo Chen's body abruptly stiffened, the terror and unwillingness in his eyes freezing in place.

He bared his teeth like an enraged beast and cursed:

"You Devil! Qingyun Sect's Masters will avenge me! I'll be waiting for you below!"

"And Misty Rain Tower, sooner or later, you'll come down to accompany everyone in my City Lord's Mansion like homeless dogs!"

Jing Ke withdrew his hand and watched Mo Chen's body slowly fall, his voice so cold it seemed capable of freezing the air:

"In your next life, remember not to underestimate Misty Rain Tower again."

By then, Yao Li and the other two had also dealt with the final Guard as easily as chopping vegetables.

The open ground was littered with corpses, scattered like seedlings flattened by a hurricane.

The three each blocked one direction. Of more than three hundred men, not a single one escaped.