Night Raid in the Storm

Yizhen and Yichi exchanged a glance. They appreciated Xiao Chen’s decisiveness. After a moment, Yizhen spoke. “Counting Rand, the Undying Alliance seems to have three members who didn’t move out. But be careful—the Illusory Alliance and the Flying Dagger Alliance, which are on good terms with them, are both camped nearby.”

Xiao Chen pressed for details and learned that the Illusory Alliance was founded by a spiritist named Kailuo, whose innate power was the unfathomable art of illusion—half real, half false, impossible to guard against. According to Yizhen, Kailuo was very powerful, a notable rising genius of the Western tribes, and there were few young opponents on Dragon Island who could match him.

As for the founder of the Flying Dagger Alliance, Wang Tong, his background was no less impressive—he was a descendant of the legendary Li Xunhuan, the man known for the Little Li Flying Dagger. Who hadn’t heard of Li Xunhuan? The Little Li Flying Dagger never missed a target; throughout his life, it had never failed. In the end, he shattered the void with his flying dagger and entered the World of Immortality, leaving behind a myth that would endure for millennia.

Even in the World of Immortality, no one knew who could evade the Little Li Flying Dagger. Legend said that upon first entering this realm, he had slain a god with his world-shaking flying dagger. As Li Xunhuan’s descendant, no practitioner dared take Wang Tong lightly. The Little Li Flying Dagger never missed—it had terrorized entire generations of cultivators.

Xiao Chen frowned, muttering to himself, “Kailuo, founder of the Illusory Alliance, a genius spiritist. Wang Tong, heir of the Little Li Flying Dagger, impossible to defend against.”

Yichi suddenly recalled something important. “Strange—Kailuo and Wang Tong haven’t been seen for days.”

The same thought struck all three at once. Yizhen said, “Don’t act rashly. Let me send someone to investigate.”

Two hours later, Yizhen received word: the spiritist Kailuo and Wang Tong, the Little Li Flying Dagger’s heir, had indeed been missing for several days.

“Hah—they’re probably with Yan Qingcheng, aren’t they?” Xiao Chen sneered. “They really think highly of me.”

“Don’t act recklessly. Let me send more people to verify the situation.” Yizhen dispatched another scout from the Dharma Alliance.

By dusk, they had confirmation. Someone had seen Kailuo and Wang Tong leading a group of people into a primordial mountain range together with the Undying Alliance.

“They really do want to join forces to eliminate me!” Xiao Chen stood by the wooden window, gazing at the setting sun’s glow. “Since that’s the case, I won’t hold back. They’re all out in force, aren’t they? Then I’ll uproot what they left behind in one strike.”

“Don’t be reckless. Kailuo and Wang Tong might have gone after the Companion Dragon King. Acting rashly could make powerful enemies,” Yizhen advised.

“I know what to do. The Undying Alliance is still on my list. I don’t like waiting until someone attacks me first before retaliating. If the Illusory Alliance and Flying Dagger Alliance’s leftover members don’t interfere, fine. If they do, don’t blame me for being merciless.” Xiao Chen’s actions were decisive, especially in matters of life and death—he would never be foolishly merciful toward his enemies.

Night fell, the stars scattered like dust. The endless primeval forest had not yet quieted. The roars of savage beasts echoed through the hills, and gigantic ferocious monsters rampaged with earth-shaking steps, cruelly hunting their prey in bloody spectacles.

Xiao Chen led the three skeletons through the ancient woods, silent and unseen, bypassing many alliances. They entered a stretch of mountain ranges and crept toward the Undying Alliance’s encampment.

Several dark clouds drifted slowly, blotting out the starlight. Darkness swallowed the primeval forest, and a heavy rain seemed inevitable. By then, Xiao Chen and the three skeletons had already reached the Undying Alliance’s location.

“Boom—!”

A lightning bolt split the darkness, illuminating the night. Xiao Chen strode forward and swung his hand like a blade. A dazzling blade-light blazed through the mountain, merging with the lightning in the sky. The colossal energy blade instantly cleaved the wooden hut in half!

“Who?!”

Two figures rushed out. Xiao Chen stared at them coldly, not seeing Rand among them. Without pause, he swept toward the surrounding area, leaving them to the three skeletons, who were on the verge of stepping into Mortal-Shedding Third Heaven.

“It’s you—help!” The two Undying Alliance members felt a chill of terror. They hadn’t expected the demon himself to come knocking. In panic, they screamed, hoping the Illusory Alliance and Flying Dagger Alliance would intervene.

The shouts alarmed the nearby alliances. Many practitioners stood in the distance watching. From the Illusory Alliance and Flying Dagger Alliance garrisons, several figures rushed over.

“Ah—!”

Screams of anguish cut through the night, unnaturally distant. Even the thunder could not drown them out. Qin Guangwang, Yanluowang, and Lunhuiwang—all near Mortal-Shedding Third Heaven—overwhelmed two Mortal-Shedding Second Heaven members of the Undying Alliance. In the span of a few breaths, they tore one of them apart.

“Boom—!”

Lightning lashed down wildly, the electric glare casting the three skeletons in ghastly white. The distant onlookers saw them clearly: bone-white frames, fresh blood smeared, and the screams that echoed still—truly nightmarish!

Lightning flashed, and rain began to pour.

By the time the Illusory Alliance and Undying Alliance members charged over, the torrential rain could not wash away the acrid smell of blood. Under the erratic lightning, two torn corpses lay at the feet of three snow-white skeletons. Blood and rainwater mingled, dyeing the ground red. And not far away—a tall, straight demonic figure stood with his back to them!

Xiao Chen whirled around, speaking with icy contempt. “You two alliances want to eliminate me?!” He raised his hand like a blade and slashed forward. A brilliant blade-light seemed to connect with the lightning in the sky. In that blinding radiance, the entire mountain forest trembled! Xiao Chen was like the Grim Reaper himself!

“Ah—!”

…

Screams rang out in succession. At Mortal-Shedding Fifth Heaven, there was no resistance—none could stop him!

In the dark, rainy night, beneath the crashing thunder and blinding lightning, Xiao Chen’s tall, upright silhouette was burned into the memories of every observer in the distance. This was a one-sided massacre!

Then, Xiao Chen strode toward the Illusory Alliance’s camp. The terrifying blade-light pierced through the thunder and lightning. In the rain and darkness, he was like a demon god! The radiance of the blade swept everything before it. Where it passed, forests fell, huts shattered, and blood splattered.

Afterward, he turned toward the Flying Dagger Alliance. Again, the killing aura soared to the heavens, and blood erupted everywhere!

In the pitch-black rainy night, the pungent smell of blood could not be cut off by the downpour. The mountain ranges reeked of gore, detectable from a great distance. Many alliances in the vicinity watched the spectacle, and the terrifying demonic image that flashed into view with every lightning strike left an indelible scar on their hearts.

On that rainy night, the Undying Alliance, the Illusory Alliance, and the Flying Dagger Alliance were wiped from existence.