The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

Inside the Chixiao's cabin, the air pressure was so low it was suffocating.

Lei Shan stopped wiping the Gatling gun and placed his rough, large hand on the barrel.

Ye Hongyu lowered her crossed legs, and the allure in her narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes faded.

Mo Yuan, who was in the shadows, also stopped shuffling the cards, his withered fingers gripping the edge of a tarot card.

All three of them, along with Xiao Zong, focused their gazes on the command seat at the very front.

Of all those present, only Shen Cang, the First Garrison Commander, knew the inside story of this emergency mobilization order.

Shen Cang, leaning on his black cane, slowly opened his eyes.

"Shen Family Manor, on the western outskirts of Jiangcheng."

Shen Cang's voice was deep and cold, carrying a chill that went straight to the bone.

"The Nine Infants lineage has mobilized all five elders."

There was a moment of deathly silence in the cabin.

Xiao Zong's pupils suddenly contracted, and he spoke in a daze.

"The Nine Infants and the Five Elders? Weren't they wiped out by the Righteous Path three hundred years ago?! The five S-level energy sources, are they them?"

Shen Cang nodded.

"Not only did they come out, but they also laid down a barrier between heaven and earth over the Shen family manor."

Shen Cang's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped his cane.

"The target is the four Daoist treasures in the possession of the Shen family."

Xiao Zong swallowed hard.

No matter how carefree he usually was, he now realized the seriousness of the situation.

Those were five S-level evil cultivators.

An old monster that has lived for hundreds of years.

"Boss."

Xiao Zong's voice was dry.

"Five S-rank enemies... can we defeat them?"

Although all five of them were at the peak of A+ level, they could work together to kill S-level opponents even if they were of a higher level.

But now they are facing five S-level evil cultivators who are closely allied with each other, and they are also protected by an array.

This is not going to provide support at all.

This is suicide.

Shen Cang looked at Xiao Zong with no sign of backing down.

"Even if we can't win, we have to fight."

Shen Cang spoke in a cold voice.

"Behind us are the millions of ordinary people of Jiangcheng. The rule of Tian Shu is: as long as we are here, the city will remain."

Lei Shan grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and continued cleaning his gun.

"Whether you die sooner or later, you're going to die anyway. Killing one isn't a loss, killing two is a huge gain."

Ye Hongyu crossed her legs again and straightened the hem of her cheongsam.

"My newly done manicure is going to be ruined tonight."

Mo Yuan flipped the tarot cards in his hand and slapped them onto the alloy floor.

It's still the Death card.

"Not only that."

Shen Cang continued to release intelligence.

"The situation in Jiangcheng right now is more complicated than you think."

"Lu Chen, the head of the Punishment Hall of the Righteous Path, led forty-nine sword cultivators to take up residence at the Shen family's residence."

Xiao Zong was completely stunned.

"The Hall of Punishments has sunk?"

Xiao Zong felt that his worldview had been shaken.

"Did those lunatics from Zheng Yi Dao come down the mountain?"

"right."

Shen Cang closed his eyes.

"Tonight in Jiangcheng, it's a battle of the gods. If we go, we'll just be acting as a shield."

……

Outside the gate of Shen Family Manor in the western suburbs of Jiangcheng.

Five hundred corpses of suicide soldiers lay scattered on the asphalt road.

In mid-air, the black barrier enveloping the manor continued to reinforce itself.

The elder looked down at Lu Chen, his eerie green eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"kill!"

In an instant, the First Elder, Second Elder, Fourth Elder, and Fifth Elder, four dark figures carrying overwhelming Yin energy, swooped down from mid-air.

The third brother didn't move. He flashed and disappeared into the darkness outside the manor, his hands quickly forming hand seals.

Lu Chen stood still, his single eye, now uncovered from his sunglasses, staring intently at the four people rushing down.

"Form ranks."

Forty-nine disciples in black suits stepped forward simultaneously, their longswords pointing diagonally.

"Arrogant!"

The Grand Elder was the first to land.

The withered hand transformed into a jet-black claw, carrying a potent corpse poison, aimed straight for Lu Chen's throat.

Lu Chen did not retreat.

He gripped the hilt with his right hand and drew the sword.

"Clang!"

A flash of sword light appeared as the longsword clashed with the black claws, producing a piercing metallic clang.

The Grand Elder felt an extremely pure and deadly sword energy surge into his body, causing him to stagger back three steps.

"A sword cultivator at the Golden Core stage, truly living up to his reputation."

The elder's face was gloomy.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Lu Chen flicked his wrist, and the sword emitted a dragon's roar.

He transformed into a blur, charging into the encirclement of the four elders.

The second elder waved his hands, unleashing dozens of eerie green ghost flames.

The Fourth Elder and the Fifth Elder, one on each side, drew two short blades made of white bones, blocking Lu Chen's retreat.

Lu Chen wielded his sword with only one arm.

The sword light resembled a dense, impenetrable silver net.

The will-o'-the-wisp extinguished instantly upon touching the sword light.

The bone dagger struck the sword, sending sparks flying.

Lu Chen's fighting style is extremely fierce.

They completely abandoned defense, and every sword strike was a suicidal attack.

"Pfft!"

Lu Chen endured the bloody gash on his left shoulder caused by the Fourth Elder, as the longsword pierced directly through the Fifth Elder's abdomen.

The sword energy erupted within the Fifth Elder's body, shattering half of his dantian.

The Fifth Elder let out a piercing scream and retreated hastily, clutching his stomach.

On the other side, forty-nine disciples of the Punishment Hall faced off against the First Elder and the Second Elder.

The Seven Star Sword Formation moved with lightning speed.

Ninety-eight sword energies crisscrossed each other.

Although the First Elder and the Second Elder were S-rank, they couldn't gain any advantage in the face of this purely killing formation.

The sword energy continuously left wounds on their bodies.

The black robe was torn, revealing the shriveled body underneath.

The evenly matched situation completely tilted after less than three minutes of fighting.

The sword cultivators of the Punishment Hall had no idea what retreating meant.

They have only their target in mind, and their swords always draw blood.

The Fourth Elder glanced at the heavily injured Fifth Elder, then at the First Elder who was suppressed by the sword formation, and a chill ran through his heart.

The Punishment Hall of the Righteous Path is full of a bunch of reckless lunatics!

"Third brother!"

The second elder shoved two disciples away with a single palm strike, then turned and roared angrily into the darkness.

"Are you done setting it up yet?! We can't hold on much longer!"

On the outskirts of the manor, in a secluded corner.

The third brother sat cross-legged on the ground, covered in sweat.

His hands had reached the ultimate in forming hand seals, and all ten of his fingers had broken nails due to excessive force.

"It'll be soon...it'll be soon!"

The third brother gritted his teeth, letting out a low growl like a wild beast.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

He clasped his hands together, forming the final, extremely complex mudra.

"boom!"

The ground suddenly shook.

Outside the manor gate, the corpses of the five hundred assassins suddenly underwent a bizarre transformation.

The blood-red talisman remaining in his heart burst forth with a blinding red light.

The blood inside the corpse seemed to be summoned by something, bursting out of the body.

The blood of five hundred people gathered in mid-air to form dark red streaks.

Blood lines intertwined and spread, quickly outlining an enormous, evil array on the ground surrounding the Shen family manor.

The strong smell of blood rose straight to the sky.

Lu Chen forced the Grand Elder back with a sword strike, then turned to look at the blood-red array forming on the ground, his single eye suddenly contracting.

"Nine Infants' Severed Meridians".

Lu Chen gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

The third brother stood up from the darkness, his whole body shrouded in bloody light.

He spread his arms wide and laughed wildly, looking up at the sky.

"Lu Chen! So what if your swordsmanship is superior!"

"Nine Infant Severing Meridian Formation!"

"rise!"