Chapter 1 The Night Harbor Battle

Twenty xenon lamps nearby and six searchlights in the distance illuminated the entire port, turning night into day.

They also illuminated the group of evil professionals leaping from the yachts to the shore. Clad in uniform black robes and hooded, they concealed their faces, ambushing from behind the containers.

A dozen New York County police officers, armed with six portable rocket launchers, pulled the trigger on the robed figures.

*Whoosh, whoosh!*

Six trails of smoke screamed towards the black-robed figures. *Boom!* The explosions engulfed the evil professionals from the Second District.

The firelight distorted their figures, and the black-robed figures vanished like phantoms. Instantly, they reappeared dozens of feet away, as if they had always been there, and the New York County officers, under the influence of illusions, fired at empty ground.

"Sending a bunch of ants to disgust people?" one of the black-robed figures stepped forward, his eyes revealing dizzying vortexes.

Meeting those eyes, which contained transparent vortexes, the police officers holding the portable rocket launchers experienced an explosion of fear, throwing away their weapons and fleeing the port in panic.

Facing these ant-like mortals, this illusionist didn't even bother to use a mental attack. He didn't think they were worthy of him losing his morality points.

*Whoosh!*

Suddenly, a piercing whistle sounded. A crisp "bang" came from behind the illusionist, and a deep cut appeared. The illusionist's body slowly separated, bisected by a sudden wind blade.

Organs spilled out with a "splatter," accompanied by blood.

The Saint-stage illusionist returned to the Lingjing Xingzhe just like that. *Whoosh,* a gust of wind swept through. Six or seven figures flashed across the port like fighter jets. Leading them was Noth, a peak Saint of the Heavenly Punishment. The swift wind blade just now came from his hand.

The wind mages swept past the port, unleashing dense wind blades, forming a barrage covering the enemy below.

The black-robed figures dodged, using various means to deal with the terrible barrage, but one Saint still died in the first wave of attacks, and two Saints were seriously injured...

In one exchange, the Second District lost two Saints and two were seriously injured.

A black-robed figure snorted coldly and raised his head, letting out a piercing shriek.

As he raised his head, Zhang Yuanqing, standing on top of the lighthouse, looking down, clearly saw the other party's face and recognized his identity.

Illusionists, though ever-changing, needed a fixed persona to maintain relationships. Therefore, most of the time, they wouldn't change their appearance.

This person's Lingjing Xingzhe ID was Mengmo!

A peak Saint of the Southern School, a senior executive stronger than the former spirit servant Yin Chuanmei.

Mengmo was active in Fujian Province year-round, so Zhang Yuanqing had only seen him on the Five Elements Alliance's wanted list and never interacted with him. Otherwise, he would have already sent him back to the Lingjing Xingzhe.

In the shriek, both the Saints of the Second District and the wind mages in the sky felt like they had been hit on the head with a club. Their heads ached, and blood gushed from their eyes and nostrils.

Seizing the opportunity, another black-robed figure pressed his head, enduring the pain, and spewed out a stream of yin energy.

The yin energy transformed into a group of grimacing, clawing vengeful spirits, pouncing on the wind mages who were dizzy from the mental attack. Under normal circumstances, the spirit servant's flying speed couldn't catch up with the wind mages. Zhang Yuanqing, who specialized in the power of Taiyin, narrowed his eyes, carefully examining the other person's appearance, and at the same time, he opened his Star Eyes to observe the other party's Fate Palace.

Unfortunately, he discovered that he had never seen either the appearance or the fate.

*I'll note it down first. If I can kill him this time, then good. If he escapes, I'll go to the Taiyi School later to look for him. There aren't many level six peak Saints.*

Zhang Yuanqing stopped paying attention and turned his gaze to the night sky. As vengeful spirits drilled into their bodies, completing possession, the wind mages in mid-air gradually lost control, spinning around, one after another, as painful as drunken birds.

Seeing this, a black-robed figure stepped out, his robes exploding, revealing a bronze-colored body. He was 1.8 meters tall, with closely cropped hair and a black cloth wrapped around his eyes.

Legend has it that the Jealousy God General liked to cover his eyes with black cloth because it could suppress his jealousy to the greatest extent.

If you can't see, it doesn't exist, so you won't feel jealous. If you're not jealous, you won't impulsively kill people.

When facing ordinary people, the Jealousy God General disdained to cover his eyes. First, there were too few things that mortals could make him jealous of. Second, he could kill ants whenever he wanted, so why bother. Only when joining forces with Spirit Realm professionals of the same level, or participating in gatherings of the evil faction, would he cover his eyes.

The Jealousy God General grabbed a dark red hard bow from the void, aimed it at a wind mage spinning in the air, and pulled back the bowstring. At the same time, his fingertip spat out a red aura, condensing into a thin, long arrow.

Seeing the hard bow bent like a full moon, a figure leaped along the containers, arriving at the battlefield. It was the knight Xia Zuo with golden short hair and a masculine and handsome face.

The knight leaned on his cross longsword, his voice low and majestic, like a king announcing a royal decree, a judge announcing the law: "Rules of this battle: the use of bows and arrows is forbidden."

The Sword God burst out with a sacred white light. The law was signed, and the rules descended.

The Jealousy God General's arm trembled slightly as if bound by a thousand-pound boulder. He couldn't release the bowstring no matter what. Only by putting down the bow could he escape the suppression of the power of the rules.

A coin shot from a distance, flipping and hitting the Jealousy God General, landing with a "ding." At the same time, a low, hoarse voice accompanied it, "This time, it's not a bow, it's a crossbow!"

The silver coin exploded with a "boom," and the power of the rules applied to the Jealousy God General disappeared instantly.

The profession after the Drunkard's job change was called Disorder, specializing in disrupting order, and good at exploiting loopholes in the rules. They were two professions that mutually restrained each other.

The knight could restore chaotic order, while the Disordered could create loopholes in the rules set by the knight.

"*Beng*!" The Jealousy God General released the bowstring. The crisp and pleasant sound of the string echoed in the night sky. The arrow turned into a blood-colored stream of light, instantly piercing a wind mage. After shooting out dozens of meters, it returned and pierced the second wind mage possessed by a vengeful spirit.

At that time, the wind mage was fighting with the vengeful spirit for control of his body, unable to spare any attention to dodge, becoming a living target.

"*Zzz*..." Arcs of electricity appeared in mid-air, forming an electric net, enveloping the four wind mages. The fragile wind mages instantly stiffened, their hair standing on end and their eyes rolling back.

Three of them fell directly from the high altitude, their bodies rising in black smoke, and Zhang Yuanqing heard the heart-rending screams of the vengeful spirits.

In terms of dispelling evil spirits, domineering lightning was second only to the Night Wanderer's spirit devouring and the Sun God's power.

Noth, a level six peak Saint, had not lost his mobility, nor had he been electrocuted. On the contrary, he used the lightning's dispelling effect to regain control of his body, calmly erecting a wind wall to scatter the blood-colored stream of light on the wind wall.

He manipulated the airflow to roll up two unconscious companions and retreat quickly.

On the other side, the High Saint of the Sea God Church, "Deep Sea Horror," summoned seawater and condensed it into a horse, riding the horse to crash into the Jealousy God General at high speed.

The black-robed figures along the way dodged one after another.

*Bang!*

The horse crashed into the Jealousy God General's chest, making a muffled thunderous sound. The Jealousy God General flew backward and fell into the sea.

The sea surface "splashed" and a three-meter black-scaled tongue emerged, opening a huge mouth full of sharp teeth, swallowing the Jealousy God General in one gulp, then diving into the sea.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Deep Sea Horror, who had just knocked the Jealousy God General away, suddenly coughed violently, his face turning pale, his eyes bloodshot, and his complexion sickly.

He was sick. A water ghost was hidden among the black-robed figures, and it was a late-stage level six water ghost, otherwise, it would have been impossible for a strong and sturdy sea demon to quickly contract the disease.

The operation of the yachts treading waves to escape just now was also the work of this water ghost.

At this time, Deep Sea Horror was located in the center of the black-robed figures' area. In an instant, several black-robed figures attacked at the same time, using their professional skills or taking out props. Overwhelming attacks covering various fields enveloped this sea demon.

If he were at sea, Deep Sea Horror might be able to resist with the Sea Demon's 50% domain, but this was land after all, even if the ocean was close at hand, and he was seriously ill, in a weak state. Moreover, the Sea Demon didn't have any escape skills. In such a dense attack, he was bound to die.

At that moment, Lei Youjin, with his dark golden back-combed hair, wearing a blue suit, and exuding sophistication from head to toe, appeared next to "Deep Sea Horror," pressed his shoulder, and at the moment before the attack landed, the two disappeared together.

Teleportation!

Lei Youjin supported Deep Sea Horror and appeared next to a container dozens of meters away. "I saved your life. How about giving me five million!"

Deep Sea Horror glanced at him, "I'll give you another 100,000 to buy a medicine that can cure the disease."

"Two hundred thousand!"

"Fifteen thousand!"

"Deal!" Lei Youjin reached out and took out a yellow pill from the void and handed it over.

Deep Sea Horror swallowed the pill, his complexion gradually turning rosy, and the burning sensation on his face, the weakness in his limbs, and the symptoms of headache and dizziness quickly alleviated.

At this time, a loud noise came from the sea surface, and heavy waves splashed. A figure jumped out of the sea and landed heavily on the shore. It was the Jealousy God General.

The black robe on his body had been torn into pieces, and he was naked, his bronze-colored body with distinct muscles, containing terrifying power. Half of his face was covered with strange tattoos. Anyone who looked directly at him felt dizzy and confused. Four illusory arms protruded from his back, slightly opened, in a strong posture ready to tear people apart at any time. Behind him, the huge serpent's body slowly floated up, the serpent's head already burst, but strangely, no blood flowed out.

The Jealousy God General was actually injured, but after killing the sea beast, the bewitching Bloodlust and Berserk passively allowed his injuries to recover instantly and his combat power to be boosted.

At this time, his aura was extremely arrogant, surpassing his companions.

After the first round of engagement, neither side immediately fought, but rather examined and observed the enemy. The two sides, totaling more than thirty Saints, were in a standoff.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't make a move. He suspected that the evil faction's real target in tonight's Saint war was "Jumang," to kill him and seize the Sovereign-level item. In this way, even if the battle at the Sovereign level didn't gain an advantage, the evil camp would also make a lot of money.

So he had to take another look and couldn't rush forward rashly.

At this time, the Sovereigns had already moved away from the battlefield. Only the distant horizon could be seen from the port, with hurricanes howling and lightning flashing, and from time to time, the desolate and high-pitched cries of sea beasts could be heard.

Obviously, they had consciously avoided this place, and neither wanted to perish in a jade-shattering manner, causing the peak Saints of their respective sides to suffer heavy casualties. After all, peak Saints were Sovereign reserves and the pillars of the future.

Lei Youjin looked at the peak Saints who had just made a move, his tone like he was counting goods.

"A Plague God, a Mist Master, a Dream Weaver, a Star Official, a Disordered... In terms of numbers, we have the advantage, but they have more peak professions, so the odds of winning are about 50%."

As his voice fell, a tall figure wearing a black robe and a hood walked out from beside a container.

This person was at least two meters tall, his frame far exceeding that of ordinary adults. His face was wrapped in white bandages, revealing only a pair of demonic red vertical pupils.

Seeing this person appear, Xia Zuo and the others' expressions instantly became serious, as if facing a formidable enemy. Lei Youjin also put away his relaxed expression and frowned.

Typhon!

The Demon Ancestor Typhon, a native of New York County, ranked first on the wanted list and second on the Heavenly Punishment headquarters' wanted list, was a peak Saint. This Demon Ancestor had been famous for ten years. When he roamed the Free Federation, many of the Saints present were still newcomers.

In the world of Lingjing Xingzhe, age meant strength. On the one hand, it was the accumulation of combat experience and skill proficiency, and on the other hand, older Lingjing Xingzhe, like ancient cultivators, had time to ponder and cultivate some secret techniques.

Typhon was this type of existence. Legend had it that when he had just become a Saint, he had been contaminated by an indescribable creation left behind in a high-difficulty dungeon, causing his body to undergo a terrible distortion, becoming a demon from then on, never able to return to human form.

Therefore, he wore a black robe and bandages year-round.

Typhon regarded this as a gift from God, doing his best to develop his demonic body, deliberately staying at the Saint stage, refusing to advance to the Sovereign rank.

Every time he passed a Saint-stage dungeon, his demonic body would become stronger. No one knew how he did it, only that he had mastered some secret technique. Repeatedly clearing Saint dungeons could constantly accumulate background. This type of famous figure was very special, similar to Fu Qingyang of the Second District and the Evil Eye Heavenly King. Once they advanced to Sovereign, they would be like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, far more powerful than ordinary underground Sovereigns.

Facing such a figure who could sway the balance of battle, the tension and vigilance of the Saints of the Lawful faction were written on their faces.

Typhon's vertical eyes swept over the Saints present, and a hoarse voice came from under the bandages.

"A bunch of trash. My target isn't you. Let Jumang come out!"

"Typhon, tonight we'll send him back to the Lingjing Xingzhe!" Zhang Yuanqing narrowed his eyes on the tower. *Is the evil faction's plan to deal with Jumang, the Assassin, on Typhon?*