At the foot of Jade Dragon Mountain.

The five Su Elders of the Celestial Patrol Department were directly carried by disciples of the sect and thrown at the base of the mountain, their followers could only watch helplessly, not daring to voice any opinion.

Elder Yun Mo's earlier sword strike still instilled deep chills and terror in them.

Suppressing their inner fear and shame, they lifted their masters and began withdrawing in the direction of the Central Capital.

However, they had not gone far before they suddenly stopped.

In front of them, the other five experts who had just descended the mountain all had serious expressions and spread out, each holding a pitch-black card in their hands.

A sinister shadow hovered above them, the mastery of its Lightweight Technique was astounding, leaving trails of phantoms, and an eerie laughter echoed through the nearby woods.

"Jie, jie, jie, the ancestor sent me to deliver the Black Wind Token to your masters, please take them back quickly. If you are late and delay the ancestor's grand plan, you know the consequences best."

All members of the Celestial Patrol Department's group froze upon hearing this, not daring to make the slightest move. An older one seemed to recognize the high-skilled silhouette, murmuring in a dry voice, "It's the Yin Bat Envoy under the Black Wind Ancestor, one of the Yin Bat and Poison Crow envoys, reportedly reached the Half-Step Celestial Human Realm twenty years ago. His self-created Profound Yin Invisible Sound Killing Skill can kill with sound alone..."

Before he could finish, a raspy voice from above suddenly spoke, "I didn't expect, after such a long time away from the Martial World, that a junior could still recognize me."

"I've come all the way from Black Robe Wind Ridge, crossing mountains and rivers, and now I'm terribly thirsty, and you've arrived just in time."

The voice still echoed from the heavens and earth, and the group from the Celestial Patrol Department had already turned pale with fright.

"Mercy, sir, we are members of the Celestial Patrol under orders from the Heaven-Suppressing King..."

"Ah..."

"No!"

Puff! Puff! Puff!

As these people were speaking, they suddenly clutched their heads, screaming in agony, soon after their ears, nostrils, and eyes burst open, with blood gushing out like a fountain.

Aside from the five key figures, the remaining seventeen in the Celestial Patrol group were wiped out in an instant.

The shadow in the sky swooped down swiftly, revealing a thin old man with silver hair, clad in a black robe with a cloak over it, passing over the corpses.

With a mere slap of his hand, the bodies were instantly drained of all essence and blood, turning into withered corpses.

He did not spare even the five key figures, smashing their heads like watermelons with one palm each, then draining all their essence and blood.

After finishing, his previously sallow face became rosy, his silver hair appearing brighter and smoother, "Not bad, not bad, who would've thought, such a fine meal, jie, jie, jie, allowing this old one to feast."

The other forces' experts only watched from afar, having no intention to intervene at all.

This old bat, whose cultivation had reached the Half-Step Celestial Human Realm, and with his excellent Lightweight Technique, was amongst the top tier of supreme masters in the world.

Though they possessed profound cultivation and mastery of Martial Path True Intent, to become enemies with this old bat was nothing but a path to death.

The stewardess of Immortal Tower, with her pretty face turned pale, trembled as she glanced at the Black Wind Token in her hand, thinking, "If it weren't for the old bat needing us to return this Black Wind Token, we might not have escaped death either."

She stood rigidly, not daring to move, as the old bat had not given the order to leave, they dared not make any other movements.

Not until the old bat had satisfactorily drained all the blood and transformed back into a shadow that swept through the woods and disappeared, did these people come back to their senses.

By then, their clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.

They exchanged glances, looking at the Black Wind Tokens in their hands, not daring to linger any longer and quickly returned to their lairs.

Though the forces they belonged to were dominant in their territories, just the two envoys of Black Wind Ridge could put them on high alert, not to mention the Black Wind Ancestor, who had been called the first demon of the Underworld sixty years ago.

…

Seven days later.

At the foot of Jade Dragon Mountain, by the bank of the Three Rivers, in a tavern that opened a few years back, it was bustling with people, numerous martial world figures carrying weapons were eating meat and drinking ale, swearing loudly, and if you listened closely, all were related to the Yuncang Sword Sect and Jade Dragon Mountain.

This tavern had three floors, with the third floor containing private rooms.

The first and second floors of the nine-floor tavern were very lively, but the third floor was quite deserted, with only a few people gathered together.

Their attire was varied, and their backgrounds even more diverse.

In the center of the private room, there were two low tables, each with a mat to sit on either side.

A young Daoist occupied one of the tables.

His clothes were wide open, hugging two beautiful women, fondling them, with one feeding him wine from the left with tender lips, while the woman on the right, disregarding the gaze of others, served him zealously with her jade hand.

Such a provocative scene attracted much attention.

The other table was taken by a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, sitting properly, not looking around, immersed in a bamboo scroll in his hand, lost in his own world.

In a corner, an old man dressed as a beggar was holding a dirty bowl in his left hand, a bamboo staff in his right, with messy hair and a body covered in grime.

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