Jianchen's face was filled with astonishment. He then smiled and said, "Brother Qing Yun is willing to help me. Of course, I am very grateful. However, what I am puzzled about is that Brother Qing Yun is not afraid of offending the Xia Clan and causing trouble for the Huatian Sect."
"Brother Jianchen, you may not know this, but although our Huatian Sect and the Xia Clan are very far apart, there have been some conflicts in the past. Later on, a few of our Huatian Sect's disciples mysteriously disappeared. We guessed that it was most likely the Xia Clan's doing, but we could not find any concrete evidence. As for the Xia Clan, our Huatian Sect has long wanted to exterminate them. However, once the war starts, although we are confident that we can exterminate the Xia Clan, our Huatian Sect will also suffer great losses. Therefore, this matter has been delayed. Now that Brother Jianchen wants to find trouble with the Xia Clan, the three of us should lend you a hand, "Qing Yun said calmly.
"Hehe, since that is the case, Jianchen will thank the three of you for your help." Jianchen's face was filled with joy. With the three of them, the difficulty of this trip would undoubtedly be reduced by a lot.
Jianchen, Qing Yun, and the other two did not say much. They all rode their demonic beasts at full speed in the direction of the Xia Clan.
At this moment, it was already early in the morning, and the sky was already pitch black. Layers of dark clouds covered the sky, completely covering the full moon hanging high in the sky. Within the thick dark clouds, there was even the sound of rolling thunder that resounded through the sky from time to time.
Three hundred kilometers away from Wake City, there were over a hundred tents scattered around the area. Dozens of bonfires were slowly burning, and the bright light from the flames was like a naughty child jumping around, illuminating the surroundings.
In the center of the campsite, a flag was raised high. Under the weak light of the flames, one could faintly see the large word "Xia" written on it.
At this moment, most of the people in the campsite were already resting. Only a few people in charge of patrolling the tents, occasionally adding some firewood.
"Boom!"
A muffled sound of thunder suddenly exploded. The sound was very loud and deafening. The flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the entire night as if it was daytime.
Shortly after, bean-sized raindrops began to pour down from the sky, quickly extinguishing the burning bonfire. The entire campsite was plunged into complete darkness. The bean-sized raindrops fell densely onto the ground, creating loud noises.
"What bad luck, to actually encounter such terrible weather." Several people in charge of patrolling cursed one after another as they crawled into their tents to take shelter from the rain.
Five hundred meters away from the campsite, several figures were moving forward in the dark rain like ghosts. The loud sound of the rain hitting the ground completely covered the movement of these people.
These people were none other than Jianchen's group that had set off from Wake City in the evening.
When they were about two hundred meters away from the campsite, Jianchen's group paused for a moment and gathered together to discuss the situation. Soon after, Jianchen carefully snuck into the campsite alone while the others waited in place.
Jianchen arrived at the outermost tent and paused for a moment. Then, he carefully opened the tent and snuck in. The inside of the tent was pitch black and he couldn't even see his own fingers. He couldn't even see half a person's shadow.
Jianchen relied on his powerful divine sense to detect the breathing of three people in the tent. Without any hesitation, the Light Wind Sword appeared in his right hand and he stabbed out three times before immediately retreating.
Jianchen was very confident in his swordsmanship. Just now, he had accurately stabbed the throats of the three people, instantly ending their lives without making a single sound.
Jianchen carefully approached the rest of the tents, allowing the rain to fall on his body. Right now, he looked like a drowned rat. His clothes had long since been soaked and his entire body was dripping with rainwater.
Originally, Jianchen had planned on fighting the Xia family, but the sudden rain made him change his plan. If he could assassinate a few of the Xia family members before the battle started, then it would greatly weaken the Xia family's strength. If he could assassinate the old patriarch of the Xia family who was already an Earth Saint Master, then these people wouldn't be much of a threat to Jianchen.
However, Jianchen still didn't have the confidence to assassinate an Earth Saint Master. So right now, he only wanted to clean up a few small fries and weaken the Xia family's strength as much as possible.
Although assassination wasn't Jianchen's forte, because the downpour completely covered up the movements caused by Jianchen's actions, no one noticed him. In just a short incense stick's worth of time, Jianchen had already killed over a hundred people through assassination, accounting for a third of the total number of people here.
After another incense stick's worth of time, the number of people who had died at Jianchen's hands had already neared two hundred. Right now, more than half of the tents in the surroundings were completely filled with blood. Quite a lot of blood had dripped outside, slowly spreading in all directions along with the rain. A faint smell of blood drifted around the campsite.
Right in the center, in a huge tent, the old patriarch of the Xia family sat cross-legged on a prayer mat with his eyes tightly shut in cultivation. His entire body didn't move at all, as if he was a stone statue.
At this moment, the old patriarch's nose twitched slightly. Following that, his tightly shut eyes suddenly opened and two rays of light flashed through them.
The old patriarch fiercely sniffed the air and slightly wrinkled his brows as he muttered, "Strange, why is there a faint smell of blood in the air?" As soon as his voice fell, the old patriarch's ears slightly twitched as if he had sensed something. His expression greatly changed as he immediately roared, "Everyone, wake up! There's an enemy!" Before his voice even fell, the old patriarch had already disappeared from the tent.
Within the Xia family's tent, everyone who was still alive was startled awake. Not caring about the heavy rain outside, they all quickly rushed out of their tents.
Since his tracks had been exposed, Jianchen no longer concealed himself. With the Light Wind Sword in his hand, he immediately charged towards the people closest to him. He had to kill as many people as possible in the shortest amount of time.
Jianchen immediately attacked with all his strength. In the darkness of the night, the Light Wind Sword transformed into countless sword shadows that instantly enveloped several people and pierced their throats.
The old patriarch of the Xia family also discovered Jianchen and immediately let out an angry roar. With a machete in his right hand, he charged towards Jianchen.
At the same time, two hundred meters away, the seven Great Saint Masters of the Raging Flame Mercenaries and the three new members of the Qing Yun Sect also quickly rushed over.
The Light Wind Sword in Jianchen's hand emitted a layer of hazy silver light. In the darkness of the night, it was extremely clear. A trace of intense and sharp Sword Qi was emitted, causing those who were closer to Jianchen to be able to clearly feel the sharpness of the Light Wind Sword.
Right now, everyone in the tent was rushing towards Jianchen. With the Light Wind Sword in hand, Jianchen directly charged into the crowd of people and killed them, avoiding the attacks of the old patriarch of the Xia family. In a short period of time, close to ten Saint Masters had died under Jianchen's sword. With the Light Wind Sword's extreme speed, even Great Saint Masters had to carefully avoid it. Furthermore, these people who were only Saint Masters had no way of retaliating against Jianchen's swift sword. Those who had their throats slit didn't even have time to scream before dying.
Facing Jianchen who had already charged into the crowd of people, the old patriarch of the Xia family was greatly restricted. In the darkness of the night, it was difficult to see Jianchen and the dozens of people from the Xia family. Even with the old patriarch's eyesight, it was difficult for him to distinguish them. Even if he caught sight of Jianchen's figure, it would only be a flash, making it difficult for him to make a move. Otherwise, he was afraid that he would injure his own people.
Seeing the people of the Xia family fall one after another in the darkness of the night, the old patriarch of the Xia family was so angry that his chest began to heave up and down. He immediately roared, "Everyone, disperse!"
Hearing this, the people of the Xia family all scattered, leaving Jianchen for the old patriarch to deal with. As the people of the Xia family scattered, the old patriarch finally locked onto Jianchen's figure. Without any hesitation, he immediately swung his machete towards Jianchen.
Feeling the strong wind coming from behind him, Jian Chen's eyes became even sharper. The Light Wind Sword in his hand suddenly glowed with a faint purple and green light. Without any fear, Jian Chen swung his sword towards the Xia family head's broadsword and slashed it towards the old master's broadsword.
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