Night of the Clan's Destruction!

Uchiha Clan Compound.

A bizarre scene was unfolding there.

Evil Soul Masters who looked every bit the villains were dragging several bodies dressed in clothes bearing the Uchiha Clan Crest. Hunted by Spirit Hall and despised across the continent, they showed none of the ferocity they used to frighten ordinary people. Instead, they chatted and laughed as they worked, occasionally grumbling about their original self.

Some of them twisted the corpses' faces into expressions of abject terror.

Others splashed blood around the compound.

Still others arranged the bodies.

A few swung their weapons, tearing apart the buildings in the Uchiha Clan Compound.

The buildings would not be hard to rebuild. For a Titled Douluo, constructing an entire clan compound was only a matter of days.

Toji had, of course, built this one. He was the strongest of all the clones, so their original self had naturally ordered him to do the work.

The compound was not lavishly decorated. It only needed to look passable. How impressive did a secluded clan's home need to be?

"Hurry up! Why are you so slow? Splash more blood over here!" Xuanwu, their leader, was directing the other clones.

"Quit barking orders, damn it! If you think you can do better, do it yourself instead of standing there like some big shot!" One clone finally snapped at him.

Xuanwu rolled his eyes and strode away.

There were only a dozen or so corpses in the compound. That would be easy to explain—no explanation was needed at all. Ning Fengzhi, Qian Renxue, and the others would assume the Evil Soul Masters had taken the rest away to devour them.

Once they had finished preparing the scene, the clones checked with Li Bai's clone and Bai Ranmo himself. The others were almost there, so they immediately got