The night was dark and windy, a night for murder.

Ye Lingyue touched her chin playfully and lifted her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly as her Divine Sense spread out far and wide.

Ahead, behind, left, right, waves of Primordial Power were rapidly approaching.

The people from Sha Sect had arrived.

Just as Ye Lingyue retracted her Divine Sense, she heard the sound of the swift wind, like the figure of a bat, already appearing in the airspace above the street.

"Hong Shisan, I didn't expect you'd dare to issue a challenge note to this Sect Leader." With a nearly arrogant stance, Sha Sect Master Liu Qing appeared!

Liu Qing had been enjoying a tender moment in Green Moon Building with Wulei tonight when a ghost note abruptly interrupted him.

"Ghost Sect Leader Hong Shisan summons you," the simple words instantly snapped Liu Qing back to reality.

Hong Shisan, the very man whom Crown Prince Hong and Grand Protector Hong Fang had been desperately seeking for days, turned out to be the leader of the Ghost Sect.

Hong Shisan, much to the Crown Prince's and Grand Protector's fury, capable of refining Flying Elixirs and Invisibility Elixirs, the news made Liu Qing overjoyed, and he accepted the challenge note almost without thinking.

For Liu Qing, capturing Hong Shisan and exterminating the Ghost Sect was killing two birds with one stone.

As Liu Qing appeared, nearly a thousand Sha Sect disciples also came from all directions, overwhelmingly surrounding the area and blocking the exits of nearby streets and alleys.

Standing for over a decade in Xia Capital, Sha Sect's familiarity with the terrain decidedly surpassed that of Ghost Sect.

In terms of numbers, Sha Sect had over a thousand disciples. With geographical advantage and manpower on his side, Liu Qing looked at Hong Shisan with a dominant posture.

"Hong Shisan, in your next life, remember, some people you simply cannot afford to offend," Liu Qing said, looking at the still upright and unmoving Hong Shisan and Yan Che. Liu Qing lifted his palm, clenched his fingers into a fist as a gesture— the command for Sha Sect to attack.

"Heh~ thanks for the reminder, Sect Master Sha." Compared to the tyrannical Liu Qing, Ye Lingyue appeared very calm. She smiled slightly, her smile like the hazy moonlight.

Yet, beside her, Yan Che shuddered, as beneath that smile, he sensed the scent of blood.

The Sect Leader was enraged.

After Ye Lingyue finished speaking, nearly a thousand Sha Sect disciples on the other side surged forward with impressive momentum, like a lidless dark cloud pressing down.

A rumbling sound could be heard as the "dark cloud" approached, and countless plumes of Purple Smoke erupted from the shadowy street.

When the wind blew, the smoke spread quickly like a wildfire.

The Ghost Sect disciples were unprepared as the Purple Smoke touched their skin and entered their mouths, making them struggle to breathe, feeling as if countless insects were crawling in their throats.

"It's poison!" The disciples at the front fell one by one; the ones in the middle trampled over those in front, and those at the back descended into chaos.

The Poison Smoke was extremely potent; just a touch caused their bodies to redden, and within three breaths, they collapsed, stiff as cooked shrimp, breathless— in the blink of an eye, Sha Sect lost a third of its disciples.

"All disciples, use the Evil-Repelling Fire."

Liu Qing, an expert in using poison himself, faced such an unexpected turn without much panic. At his command, his disciples took out bamboo tubes the size of a firework stick.

These tubes were a unique weapon of Sha Sect, filled with a large amount of self-burning Black Powder. A simple stretch would ignite the powder inside into flames.

The moment the Purple Smoke encountered the fire, it was immediately burned away completely.

Flames soared into the sky, and Ye Lingyue watched, a chill flashing across her eyebrows.

"This is what you brought upon yourselves."

With a burst of flames, suddenly countless cold gleams flickered in the alleyways, whooshing through the air.

Like numerous flying locusts, countless poison arrows coated with instant-death poison shot out from the alleyways, targeting the Sha Sect disciples holding Evil-Repelling Fire.

Originally, it was difficult as climbing to heaven for the dark arrows to aim at the numerous Sha Sect disciples under the dim streetlights.

But as soon as the Evil-Repelling Fire appeared, the disciples of the Sha Sect were completely exposed, turning into live human targets.

One by one, the Sha Sect disciples fell, and Liu Qing's face looked as if he had seen a ghost.

In just two rounds, the majority of the Sha Sect disciples lay dead, with the remaining few hundred huddling together like startled birds.

On the other hand, not even a finger was lifted by the Ghost Sect.

Purple Smoke, Poison Arrows, even the Evil-Repelling Fire had all been predicted.

"It seems I have underestimated the Ghost Sect. Our sect also has a poison expert. Since that's the case, I must humble myself and take action personally," Liu Qing said, his gaze shifting coldly over Ye Lingyue like a venomous snake.

Innate Minor Success?

Liu Qing, who had already stepped into the Great Primordial Dan Realm, never expected to be driven to such a dire state by the mere Ghost Sect.

But this was the only way left.

From beneath Liu Qing's sleeves, a strange noise emanated, and his fingertips grew several sharp tiger claws, making his hands resemble the claws of a wild beast.

But unusually, those tiger claws flickered with a green light — Liu Qing's Spiritual Artifact, the Mid Xuan-level Hundred Poison Claw.

A mere scratch from the tiger claw would allow the poison to meet blood and rapidly infiltrate the internal organs.

Last time, Yan Che had encountered this poison, and if he wasn't half a Thousand Refinement Poison Body, he would have probably died cleanly.

Ye Lingyue saw Liu Qing reveal his killing intent and her lips curled into a cold smile; she remained still.

Beside her, Yan Che burst forth. Though he had no Primordial Power, his aura was astonishing, and his punch exploded out.

Liu Qing had crossed hands with Yan Che before and knew his movements were elusive. Even though he did not cultivate Martial Arts, his Qi was astounding and his skin was as tough as iron.

Last time, Liu Qing had nearly lost his life to Yan Che.

Yan Che's Fist Technique was straightforward, aiming directly at Liu Qing's vital points.

"You ignorant boy, let you taste my Hundred Poison Claw," Liu Qing sneered viciously, targeting Yan Che's Iron Fist with his Ghost Claw.

With a snap, Yan Che's fist was caught in Liu Qing's claw.

Liu Qing narrowed his eyes, waiting for Yan Che to succumb to the venom and die, but Yan Che's expression did not change. He exerted force again, and his punch, swift as a gale and filled with endless fierceness, brutally hit Liu Qing's chest.

"How?"

When his chest bones emitted a terrifying crackling sound, Liu Qing's face drastically changed, intense pain engulfing him, and he stared incredulously at Yan Che's fist.

"Liu Qing, are you wondering why your Hundred Poison Claw didn't work?" a piercing female voice came from the Ghost Sect side.

Lai Gu walked out from among the Ghost Sect disciples; seeing her, Liu Qing swallowed hard, his lips turning pale as he trembled and asked,

"Wulei, is it you..."