At Chen Xiaojun's command, everyone immediately readied themselves for battle.
Their figures darted through the night, swift and mysterious as ghosts.
Inside the Manor, Lang Zhenghui, leader of the Ghost Wolf Gang, was drinking heartily with his subordinates. Laughter and raucous chatter filled the air.
Yet they had no idea that the shadow of death had already silently descended.
Just then, a sudden uproar rose inside the Manor. Lang Zhenghui stood up, his burly frame imposing, his face savage, and his eyes flashing with murderous light.
He shouted loudly, spurring his men in the hall and courtyard into even more unrestrained revelry. His voice echoed through the night like the roar of a wild beast.
Suddenly, a blinding flash split the night sky, followed by a deafening explosion.
It was Zhu Hefeng's signal, marking the beginning of the battle.
In an instant, the entire gathering descended into chaos.
The Ghost Wolf Gang's members panicked and fled in every direction.
But they soon discovered that wherever they ran, a figure followed close behind, ruthlessly harvesting their lives.
Cheng Yun, Zhu Hefeng, and Xi Li Junyi exchanged a glance. They knew the moment had come.
Powerful soul power erupted from them. They shot forward, crossed the courtyard at speed, and appeared inside the Manor's main hall.
However, the Ghost Wolf Gang was, after all, a force with a Soul Saint and a Soul Emperor. The strength of its core members could not be underestimated.
The moment Lang Zhenghui and Hua Tiguang realized something was wrong, they launched a counterattack.
Lang Zhenghui's burly body brimmed with immense soul power. With an enraged roar, he sent a powerful wave of pressure crashing toward Zhu Hefeng and the others.
Yet Zhu Hefeng did not dodge at all. Holding his Stone Armor Shield, he met the