The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

The enormous blood lotus that suddenly bloomed above the Netherworld Cult was both dazzling and eerie.

The regent's tent was set up on a high slope outside Yanjing City, offering a wide view.

He held a luminous cup in his hand, sipping wine from the Western Regions, and quietly admiring the blood mist in the night sky.

"Good! That old dog, the High Priest, has finally given the signal!"

The regent stood up and crushed the luminous cup in his hand.

Crimson wine dripped through his fingers, his eyes gleaming with a fanatical and greedy lust for power.

If we can take Ye Honglian's head tonight, we can swallow up the Divine Cult's immense wealth.

This dragon throne of the Great Yan Kingdom belongs to him, the regent!

He turned his head and looked at the thick, impenetrable shadow in the corner of the tent.

Where are the Night Assassins?

From the shadows, a ghostly black figure slowly emerged, kneeling on one knee.

This is the ultimate trump card that the Great Yan Kingdom has secretly cultivated for ten years with all its national treasury and heavy investment.

The entire group of three hundred Night Assassins were cold-blooded machines devoid of pain, knowing only how to kill.

"Master, the suicide squad has assembled." The leader's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

With a wave of his wide sleeves embroidered with a four-clawed dragon, the Regent issued a swift and deadly order in a chilling tone.

"The main force will launch a feint attack from the front to draw enemy fire."

"You three hundred men, immediately take advantage of the night and infiltrate the cult's headquarters like ghosts!"

"Remember this, I have no prisoners. I swear to behead Ye Honglian! Bring me her head!"

The leader bowed his head: "Yes, sir!"

Three hundred assassins dressed in tight black clothes and wielding poisoned short blades.

Like a group of intangible ghosts, they silently blended into the night and sped towards the headquarters of the cult.

Meanwhile, inside the headquarters of the Netherworld Cult.

Outside, an army of 100,000 surrounded the city, their killing intent soaring to the heavens, and the war drums thundering.

Inside the main altar's inner courtyard, the atmosphere was so bizarre that it made one question the meaning of life.

This wicked family of four (one is currently absent) actually lit a charcoal fire in the center of the inner courtyard!

A large, antique-style pure copper hot pot is bubbling and boiling over charcoal.

There was no chilling, bloody smell in the air.

It's all about the domineering yet rich and spicy aroma of beef tallow hot pot broth.

"Dad, slice the lamb thinner! If it's too thick, it won't absorb the flavor well when cooked!"

Su Yaoyao was holding a large colander.

Her little face was flushed red from the glow of the charcoal fire as she pointed out the world to her father beside her.

Su Zhen, the ruthless and ruthless ruler of the Great Abyss Kingdom.

At this moment, he was rolling up the sleeves of his silk robe, showing no airs of an emperor.

He held in his hand the legendary Longquan sword, known for its ability to cut through iron like mud and its ability to drink countless blood.

Lamb was being sliced ​​with a "swish swish swish" sound on the golden nanmu wood cutting board.

Each slice of mutton was sliced ​​as thin as a cicada's wing, crystal clear, by his internal force.

"Don't worry, my daughter, my swordsmanship is far more effective at cutting flesh than killing!"

While cutting the meat, Su Zhen didn't forget to fawn over Ye Honglian, who was sitting next to him.

"Honey, this piece of pork tenderloin is the most tender. I'll heat it up for you first!"

Ye Honglian, dressed in red, leaned lazily against the armchair.

She held several dark green poison darts that she had used to kill people during the day, which had now been washed clean.

She used it as a toothpick, precisely skewering several large, fresh shiitake mushrooms.

She glanced at Su Zhen and snorted coldly, "You're smart to know what's good for you."

This is not a deadly trap surrounded by enemies; it's clearly a happy family outing and a late-night snack party!

The red oil in the hot pot was boiling, and the lamb rolls were put into the pot, filling the air with a wonderful aroma.

Su Yaoyao was just about to stick the strainer into the pot to scoop out the meat to eat.

Just then.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Three crisp, rhythmic knocks—a very polite knocking sound.

Suddenly, it came from outside the tightly closed, heavy wooden door of the main kitchen.

The sudden knocking sounded particularly abrupt in the night filled with the deafening roar of war drums.

Su Zhen paused in his cutting of meat.

Ye Honglian stopped stringing mushrooms together.

There were 100,000 enemy troops surrounding them, and assassins were lurking in the shadows.

At a time like this, who would be so polite as to knock on the kitchen door?

Could it be an enemy assassin?

But what assassin would knock on the door and greet you before carrying out an assassination?

"I'll go take a look!"

Su Yaoyao wasn't flustered at all. She held a strainer in one hand and wiped her mouth with the other.

With its short legs, it trotted to the kitchen door.

She didn't even look through the crack in the door, and directly pulled open the heavy wooden door.

"Who could it be in the middle of the night?"

The wooden door creaked softly and slowly opened to both sides.

In the darkness outside the door stood a tall and slender figure.

He was a young man with stunningly beautiful features that made everyone envious.

He was dressed in white, as white as the first snow on a high mountain, pristine and untouched.

However, on this white robe that resembled that of a banished immortal.

Yet a few drops of glaring scarlet blood were scattered here and there.

Like plum blossoms quietly blooming in the snow, they exude an eerie and bewitching beauty.

The most fatal flaw was this seemingly gentle and sickly young man.

In his long, fair, well-defined right hand.

He was carrying two bloody human heads!

They were two enemy spies dressed in the uniforms of the Great Yan Kingdom, their faces still frozen with the extreme fear of death.

The blood from the severed neck had not yet congealed and dripped onto the bluestone steps at the kitchen entrance with a "plop, plop".

When the young man saw Su Yaoyao open the door, a tenderness welled up in his previously calm eyes.

He casually tossed it around, as if he were throwing away two bags of trash.

He casually tossed the two bloody human heads outside the door, and they rolled into the nearby bushes.

The young man took out a clean white silk handkerchief and elegantly wiped his hands.

Then, he gave Su Yaoyao, who was holding a strainer, a gentle and warm smile.

"Yaoyao, your brother was getting bored reviewing memorials while overseeing the state, so I stopped by Yan to see you. I hope I didn't disturb your meal?"