Late at night, Seven Treasure City was especially quiet. Ning Fengzhi had already evacuated the residents to the back mountain.

The lights in the homes were just a ruse to fool the enemy—they were all soul masters inside.

Under cover of darkness, nearly ten thousand troops had assembled at the foot of the mountain. Even if faced with 100,000 regular soldiers, they could wipe them out in half an hour—because all were soul masters, and several were Title Douluos.

"They're here?" On the hall roof, Tianlin opened his eyes. His killing intent wasn't yet released, but the air was already growing cold. Tonight, he would kill without mercy.

Gulp!

At the city gate, a young guard named Xiao Yi, whose martial soul was an owl like Flender's, nervously swallowed. He knew what was coming.

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Yi. No matter how strong the enemy, I'll face them with you," Qin Ming reassured him.

Qin Ming was now a Soul Sage, a mid-level leader in the sect, and, thanks to Flender, always looked after Xiao Yi.

"Yes, Master Qin Ming!" With a Soul Sage by his side, Xiao Yi felt much better.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from all directions, like the tide.

"Enemy attack!" Xiao Yi screamed, his voice echoing in the night.

A spear shot toward his chest, but Qin Ming caught it and launched a giant fireball into the sky.

"Damn, there's an expert among the guards—they've signaled!" a Spirit Hall elder cursed. "No more subtlety—full assault!"

With that, a tide of black shadows surged toward the city. At the same time, the sect's castle lit up in full defense.

"Just as the sect master predicted. Spirit Hall would never give up the Spirit Hunt. Once discovered, they'd switch from stealth to all-out assault to speed things up," Qin Ming smiled. "Seven Treasure disciples, ready the Zhuge God Crossbows—fire!"

On the city wall, unknown to the enemy, a line of disciples fired volley after volley. In the darkness, Tang San's hidden weapons were especially deadly—many enemies died without even seeing what killed them.

After three volleys, hundreds of bodies lay below the wall.

"Damn, what is that, so deadly?" Suddenly, a huge man appeared—Huyan Zhen, master of the Elephant Armored Sect!

The disciples fired at him, but his first soul skill, Iron Wall, made him invulnerable.

"The Elephant Armored Sect has moved. These weapons are useless now—fall back!" Qin Ming ordered.

Huyan Zhen smashed open the gate and led the Spirit Hall army in, but the disciples were too quick, escaping into the inner city with strange steps.

"Bastards, slaughter the city! I want no survivors!" Huyan Zhen roared.

Many black-clad men burst into homes, ready to kill.

A Soul King kicked open a door to find a frightened couple. He sneered, "Blame your lives under the sect's protection."

As he raised his blade, a silent streak flashed—a hidden sleeve arrow pierced his head. The woman smiled, "Sorry, I'm proud to live in the sect. Rest in peace."

The Soul King, thinking they were ordinary, died in disbelief.

Similar scenes happened all over the city. Screams of Spirit Hall echoed everywhere.

"Sir, something's wrong—the houses are full of soul masters. We're being ambushed, heavy casualties!" a survivor reported to Huyan Zhen.

"What?!" Huyan Zhen was furious, but a majestic voice spoke behind him.

"Useless. You broke in and haven't killed a single person?"

Huyan Zhen bowed. "Sir, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was prepared—both our sneak attack and first assault failed."

"Hmph. Against absolute power, preparation is useless!" The man summoned a snake spear—two yellow, three purple, four black, nine rings—a Title Douluo: She Long.

"Third Soul Skill: Shadow-Splitting Nine Slashes!"

She Long unleashed nine sharp attacks, not even bothering to enter the city—he'd just destroy the buildings.

"Fifth Soul Skill: Dragon Transformation—Divine Dragon Tail Whip!"

A huge blue dragon flew from the inner city, its tail sweeping away all nine attacks.

Two figures stood on a rooftop opposite She Long—the dragon flew back and became a three-meter staff.

"Dragon Duke Meng Shu, Snake Lady Chao Tianxiang!"

She Long was wary. Either alone was no match, but together they could fight him evenly.

"Hmph! Dragon Snake Clan, Dragon Duke Meng Shu, here to face the Snake Spear Douluo!" Meng Shu raised his staff, unafraid even in the face of a Title Douluo.

He was now at the peak of level 89, and Snake Lady had reached level 70—their combined attack was stronger than ever.