"Kill!"
The Dark Night Pavilion Master shouted.
A group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, dressed in black and with masked faces, each holding a long sword, leaped forward to attack Jun Mohan and the others. Over fifty people immediately engaged Jun Mohan and his group.
Jun Mohan swiftly drew the soft sword at his waist, then gathered a surge of internal energy and injected it into the soft sword. The soft sword immediately glowed with a silvery-white luster, becoming extremely sharp and gleaming with cold light.
Jun Mohan also gripped his soft sword and soared into mid-air, slashing through the air at the black-clothed men. Those caught by his sword wind had their throats severed and fell from the sky, smashing into pulp.
Meanwhile, Jun Mohan's subordinates, Ye Ying and Yin Chen, fought alongside him against these black-clothed men.
"This brat really has some skills? Your few hundred men will probably be wiped out by him in a few moves," Huo Ying said with amusement.
"If he didn't have some skills, would I need you and Yin Gong to come out of seclusion?" the Dark Night Pavilion Master replied sinisterly.
"Ah, Yin Gong has been in seclusion for many years. It's quite surprising that you could convince him to come out of retirement again," Huo Ying teased.
"Heh! Yin Gong owes me a favor. As long as I, the Pavilion Master, ask him, he must come out and work for me," the Dark Night Pavilion Master sneered.
"Haha…"
"You're truly amazing!"
As they spoke, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals they brought had already suffered heavy casualties, more than half dead or injured.
This angered the Dark Night Pavilion Master, a ball of fire building up in his chest. His eyes narrowed, and his gaze turned even colder, like a gleaming blade, as if he could carve Jun Mohan's flesh piece by piece to quell his resentment.
Because the Cold King and his consort were too detestable, they had taken advantage of his absence from the capital to ransack his stronghold. Not only had they massacred his men in the underground city, but they had also stolen his accumulated wealth over the years.
If his subordinates hadn't unearthed a few unknown small metal tubes (bullet casings) in the underground city, he wouldn't have discovered who had destroyed his Dark Night Pavilion stronghold.
Previously, when he was in the Beichen Kingdom, the Cold King and his consort had used such hidden weapons against his assassin carriages. At that time, a subordinate had retrieved two of them to show him. So, when his subordinates unearthed these small metal tubes and presented them to him the day before yesterday, he quickly realized that it was the Cold King and his consort who had led the raid on his underground city.
He then swiftly gathered more than half of the Dark Night Pavilion's manpower and invited Yin Gong out of seclusion to help set up formations, planning to destroy the Cold King's mansion and reclaim what was his.
The Dark Night Pavilion Master was lost in his fantasies, but his dreams were about to be shattered.
Leng Ruoli, inside her spatial dimension, soon heard the lively fighting outside. She casually grabbed a sniper rifle, flashed out of the dimension, and opened her room door. She saw the ground in her courtyard littered with corpses.
"Good heavens, the fight outside has already become so fierce."
Then, she stomped her feet, leaped into the air, and landed steadily on the highest ginkgo tree in her courtyard.
Leng Ruoli stood on a thick branch. Taking advantage of the ginkgo leaves to conceal herself, she observed the black-clothed men fighting, who hadn't noticed her.
Seeing the man in the black cloak on the roof ahead, she raised her sniper rifle, immediately attached the silencer, aimed, and pulled the trigger. A bullet shot out from the muzzle like a lightning bolt, flying towards the man in the black cloak.
Huo Ying, standing beside the Dark Night Pavilion Master, although small in stature, possessed greater alertness and martial arts skills than her master. The moment Leng Ruoli fired, her sensitive ears detected a faint whistling sound, causing her small ears to twitch twice. Then, with lightning speed, she pushed the Dark Night Pavilion Master aside. However, Leng Ruoli's bullet still hit the Dark Night Pavilion Master's left arm, but he managed to survive.
It was important to note that Leng Ruoli's bullet had been aimed at the Dark Night Pavilion Master's heart from behind.
This infuriated Leng Ruoli. She fired two more shots. One still hit the Dark Night Pavilion Master. Due to the previous shot from Leng Ruoli, the pain in his arm made him grit his teeth. Then, Leng Ruoli fired another shot, hitting him directly in the calf. The Dark Night Pavilion Master stumbled, half-falling onto the roof. He didn't even realize that the warm jade he wore had fallen out.
As for Huo Ying, her alertness and martial prowess were exceptional. When Leng Ruoli fired at her, she used the art of shifting to quickly dodge the bullet. She extended a small hand, quickly pulling the Dark Night Pavilion Master up, while with her other hand, she swiftly unleashed balls of thick, dark mist. Then, they vanished into the air in the blink of an eye. Leng Ruoli couldn't even clearly see how they had escaped, leaving only the remaining hundred or so of their unharmed shrimp soldiers and remnants to resist Jun Mohan and his group desperately.
Later, Leng Ruoli aimed at the remaining black-clothed men, headshot after headshot. This time, Leng Ruoli fully utilized the advantages of combining ancient martial arts lightness skills with modern firearms. After more than ten exchanges, not a single shot missed.
Even Jun Mohan could spare the time to give his consort a thumbs-up.
Finally, under the blade of Jun Mohan's sword, these shrimp soldiers and remnants of the Dark Night Pavilion all reported to the King of Hell.
Ye Ying and Yin Chen looked down at the corpses scattered across the ground of the Cold King's mansion. Worried about any survivors, they arranged for their men to thoroughly inspect the bodies. If any were not dead, they immediately finished them off with another stab.
Jun Mohan, however, his sword brows tightly furrowed, stood on the rooftop where the Dark Night Pavilion Master and Huo Ying had been, looking at the swirling vortex of golden light in the sky with a troubled expression.
Leng Ruoli, seeing that everything in the mansion had returned to peace, put her sniper rifle back into her spatial dimension and used her lightness skill to fly towards Jun Mohan.
"Jun Mohan, what are you looking at?"
"Our Cold King's mansion has been sealed with the Golden Bell Cover formation. As far as I know, the only person capable of setting up such a formation is Yin Gong, who has been in seclusion for many years. Could it be that this Dark Night Charm Master has also brought out that stubborn old man to deal with us?"
"Golden Bell Cover formation? Yin Gong?"
Hearing this, Leng Ruoli murmured softly. As someone with a modern soul, she didn't understand formations very well, but she could sense something was wrong with the sky. It was as if their Cold King's mansion had been enclosed in a giant cage, preventing even sounds from escaping.
For instance, despite the great commotion within the Cold King's mansion just now, people passing by outside the mansion walls couldn't hear the fighting inside. Leng Ruoli guessed that the people inside the Cold King's mansion couldn't get out either.
"Don't you understand a bit about formations? See if you can break it," Leng Ruoli suggested.
"I observed it carefully earlier, but I truly couldn't find any flaws in this formation," Jun Mohan replied, frowning.
"Then how did those two people get in and out just now?" Leng Ruoli asked again.
"They held the eye of the formation in their hands!"