I run a casino in the immortal realm.

The Heavenly Demon Sect has started a war.

Moreover, their attack was swift and decisive, without any probing or testing, and they immediately unleashed their main force.

"Has Ye Tianqiong gone mad? Isn't he afraid of a lose-lose situation?"

Qin Cang gritted his teeth.

But there's no time to speculate on Night Sky's thoughts now.

Falling Star Valley and Broken Soul Mountain are the most important outer barriers of the Xuan Tian Sect. Once they are completely breached, the Heavenly Demon Sect's army can advance unimpeded and directly approach Xuan Tian Market.

"Pass on my orders!"

Qin Cang made a decisive decision: "Dispatch eighty Nascent Soul cultivators, led by the Grand Elder, to the front lines immediately to provide support. We must keep the Heavenly Demon Sect outside Falling Star Valley! Activate the mountain-protecting formation in full, and put the market on high alert!"

The Xuantian Sect's massive war machine was forced to start operating.

Half of the Nascent Soul combat force and hundreds of thousands of sect disciples were transferred to the front line, while eight Nascent Soul Perfection experts were still out there chasing after Xu family father and son.

The once crowded inner mountain and market of Xuantian Sect instantly became empty.

Meanwhile, at the Jubaoge Inn in Xuantian Market.

Zheng Yifei looked at the communication jade slip that had lit up in his hand. It only had two words from Ye Tianqiong: "Activated."

Zheng Yifei put away the jade slip and turned to look at Su Wanqing, Li Jianfeng, Wang Changsheng and Xu Muyao sitting in the room.

"Fighting has broken out on the front lines. Half of the Nascent Soul cultivators from the Xuantian Sect have been transferred away. Xu Tianyang has tied down eight Perfection cultivators."

Zheng Yifei stood up and straightened his cuffs: "It's our turn to get to work."

Wang Changsheng took out several array plates and distributed them to everyone: "These are the concealment array plates I just refined. As long as we don't use our spiritual power too much, even a Nascent Soul cultivator's divine sense won't be able to detect us."

Su Wanqing drew her longsword and carefully wiped the blade with a white cloth, her eyes cold.

Li Jianfeng didn't speak, but silently tied the sword to his waist.

Xu Muyao gripped the short blade tightly. This was her first time participating in an assassination of this level. Her palms were slightly sweaty, but her eyes were very determined.

"The rules are very simple."

Zheng Yifei looked at them and said, "No head-on confrontation, no protracted fighting. One strike to kill, then leave. Changsheng will be in charge of sealing off the space to prevent the Nascent Soul cultivators' Nascent Souls from escaping. Wanqing and Jianfeng will be the main attackers, Muyao will be in charge of cleaning up the traces and finishing off the remaining enemies, and I will be in charge of bringing up the rear."

Everyone nodded.

"The first target is Zhou Hong."

Zheng Yifei pushed open the window and looked at the Xuantian Market under the night sky: "He is now in charge of patrolling the eastern part of the market, accompanied by two deacons who have just broken through to the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. Zhou Hong has barely reached the Nascent Soul perfection realm in the eyes of the spirit wind, but his foundation is unstable."

"Wanqing, you deal with Zhou Hong. Jianfeng, those two early-stage fighters are yours."

The night was deep, and the streets of the eastern district of Xuantian Market were deserted. Due to the fighting at the front and the order for maximum alert, all shops had closed their doors.

Zhou Hong walked on the bluestone path, his face gloomy.

He had just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage and thought he would be allocated a large amount of resources to stabilize his realm, and perhaps even to refine a suitable magic weapon. However, after Murong Hao left, the warehouse was empty, and he didn't even receive a single mid-grade spirit stone. Now, he was sent out on night patrol again, and his heart was filled with resentment.

"Uncle Zhou, when will this night patrol end? I heard the fighting is fierce at the front. Will we be transferred there too?"

One of the deacons following behind asked cautiously.

"Shut up."

Zhou Hong cursed irritably, "If the sky falls, the sect leader will hold it up; it's none of your business to worry about it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Hong suddenly felt the air around him freeze for a moment. The sound of the wind that he could still hear disappeared instantly, and the light from the lanterns on both sides of the street became distorted, as if they had been pulled into an independent space.

"Formation? Enemy attack!"

Zhou Hong, being a seasoned veteran, instantly realized that they had walked into the enemy's trap and was about to unleash his flying sword while simultaneously opening his mouth to let out a long howl as a warning.

But he had no chance; the formation suppressed his cultivation.

A faint cyan sword light suddenly appeared from the darkness without warning, without any sound of it cutting through the air or any fluctuation of spiritual energy. It was so fast that it exceeded the limits of Zhou Hong's divine sense.

Su Wanqing appeared beside Zhou Hong like a ghost, her long sword already sheathed.

Zhou Hong's eyes widened, his mouth remained open, but the sound was stuck in his throat.

A thin red line appeared on his neck. The next moment, his head slid off his neck, blood gushing out. His nascent soul didn't even have time to leave his body before it was directly shredded by the sword intent remaining in the wound.

Two sharp sword energies pierced precisely between the brows of the two early-stage Nascent Soul deacons. Before they could even retrieve their magical treasures, they collapsed to the ground.

The whole process took less than three breaths.

Xu Muyao quickly stepped forward, skillfully removed the storage bags from the three people, and then sprinkled a few drops of corpse-dissolving liquid. The corpses emitted a puff of white smoke and quickly turned into a pool of blood emitting a pungent odor.

Wang Changsheng put away the array plate, and the surrounding space returned to normal. The night wind blew through the street again, as if nothing had happened.

"Let's go, next target: Elder Zhao, who is in charge of the market's array."

Zheng Yifei didn't give it another glance and turned to disappear into the darkness.

That night, Xuantian Market became the hunting ground for Zheng Yifei's team.

Elder Zhao, who was in charge of the array's central structure and was in the mid-Nascent Soul stage, died under Li Jianfeng's swift sword, and the array's central structure was destroyed.

Elder Sun, who was in charge of the pill storehouse and was in the late Nascent Soul stage, was pierced through the heart by Su Wanqing's sword, and the pill storehouse was looted.

Two Nascent Soul stage deacons in charge of the city's defense were shattered by Zheng Yifei's finger during their shift change.

The Soul Tablet Hall is located within the inner mountain of the Xuantian Sect.

The disciple responsible for guarding the soul tablet was dozing against a pillar when he suddenly heard a crisp "crack" sound. He was jolted awake and looked up to see that the life tablet representing Zhou Hong had split in two.

"Elder Zhou...has fallen?"

The disciple was startled. Before he could react, there were several more "crack" sounds.

The life tablets representing Elder Zhao, Elder Sun, and several Nascent Soul deacons shattered one after another within a short half hour.

The guard's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground. He then scrambled out of the Soul Tablet Hall, his mournful voice piercing the night sky above the inner mountain: "Sect Master! Something terrible has happened! The elders' life tablets... are shattered!"

Inside the main hall of the main peak, Qin Cang was overwhelmed with worry as he looked at the battle reports from the front lines.

Night Sky's offensive was too fierce. The demonic cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Sect were fighting with a death-defying style, and the defensive formation of Falling Star Valley was about to collapse.

Upon hearing the report from the guard, Qin Cang suddenly grabbed the guard by the collar, his eyes bloodshot: "What did you say? Whose life was cut short?"

"Elder Zhou, Elder Zhou Hong... Elder Zhao, Elder Sun... and the four newly promoted Nascent Soul deacons... all... all destroyed!"

The disciple was so frightened that he stammered.

Qin Cang flung his disciple away, his face instantly turning pale.

These were the core personnel who remained in the market town to oversee logistics and defense. They weren't on the front lines, so how could they suddenly die on their own turf?

"Investigate! Activate the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array immediately and sweep the entire market! Don't let a single fly escape!"

Qin Cang roared.

"metropolitan……"

Elder Wan, who was in charge of the formation, looked troubled and said with a forced smile, "The Zhou Tian Star Formation requires a huge amount of mid-grade spirit stones, but the mid-grade spirit stones in the warehouse have already been... taken away by Sect Master Murong."

"The spirit stones we have left are only enough to maintain the outer protective array and the teleportation array at the front line; we simply can't activate the Star Array."

Qin Cang was struck dumb, and collapsed onto the throne.