At this moment, the manor was undergoing a brutal massacre.
Nine figures, their bodies shrouded in black robes, flickered through the manor like ghosts. Any soldier or guard they touched was instantly decapitated.
Just five minutes.
In just five minutes, hundreds of soldiers and guards were slaughtered by these nine, turning the once beautiful private manor into a living hell.
Inside the study, Ian Song, hearing the brief, dying scream, immediately activated Clairvoyant Vision.
What he saw stunned him.
A manor this large, with hundreds of guards, had actually been wiped out by just nine powerful martial artists in black robes.
With a thought, Ian locked onto the nine assassins using Clairvoyant Vision.
One Innate Eighth Layer, two Innate Sixth Layer, and the remaining six were all Innate Fifth Layer experts.
Without warning, Ian slapped his palm onto General Chachai's chest.
"Young Master Song, you...?"
General Chachai's eyes widened, about to counterattack, but instantly realized Ian's palm carried no force. Instead, a mysterious energy surged from Ian's hand, rapidly repairing the wounds in his dantian.
In just three seconds, General Chachai was stunned to find his injured dantian completely healed.
Boom!
His true qi erupted, forming a fiery red qi armor around his body. Chachai's strength was restored to Innate Sixth Layer, complete with a protective barrier.
Suddenly, Chachai stood up and bowed to Ian: "Young Master Song, please accept my thanks!"
"No need for formalities, General. Nine intruders have wiped out your men! The three of us are about to face a tough battle!"
Boom!
As soon as Ian finished speaking, the study door exploded open, and the nine black-robed figures entered one after another.
"Who are you people?"
General Chachai glared coldly at the group and barked out a question.
The black-robed leader, whose cultivation had reached Innate Eighth Layer, swept his icy gaze over Ian Song and the other two, then finally fixed it on Chachai. "A survivor of Pure Yang Palace, huh? Who would've thought you'd end up as one of Blackfield's five warlords!"
Chachai's face changed dramatically at those words. Pure Yang Palace was the name of his sect, wiped out decades ago. Now that these black-robed men had spoken it aloud, their identities were all too clear.
"You're with Tiger Leopard Gate?"
"Ha! At least you're not completely stupid!" the black-robed leader laughed loudly.
As the saying goes, enemies meeting always brings bloodlust. Now knowing these men were from Tiger Leopard Gate, Chachai's face twisted with murderous rage. "You Tiger Leopard scum! I'll avenge my sect!"
But just as he was about to charge forward, Xiang Shan blocked his path.
"Don't be rash!"
Chachai took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppress the murderous fury and hatred inside.
At that moment, Ian Song slowly stood up, his gaze heavy as he looked at the black-robed leader. "You've already killed enough. If you leave now, I'll spare your lives."
The black-robed leader was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.
The other eight black-robed men couldn't help but laugh too. Some punk who didn't know his place actually dared to threaten them.
"Are you done laughing?" Ian's voice rang out again. "If you're done, then get lost!"
"Who's going? Kill that brat!" the black-robed leader cut off his laughter, his eyes cold as he stared at Ian.
"I'll do it!"
One of the black-robed men stepped forward.
Seeing this, Ian sighed and shook his head. "Since none of you want to leave, then you can all die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a Jade Bangle appeared in Ian's hand.
What looked like an ordinary Jade Bangle suddenly erupted with a terrifying aura.
Just that aura alone made everyone present feel a bone-chilling cold and overwhelming dread.