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He was already too weak to move due to his serious injuries, but now his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

His eyes gradually turned red, as if they were being corrupted by some evil force.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Dazhuang felt a chill and immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Without hesitation, he swung his thick-backed sword at Yan Fei, his whole body and face flushed red, his arm taut. He had used all his strength in this strike, aiming for a fatal blow.

With a sharp whooshing sound, Zhang Dazhuang's thick-backed sword cleaved through the air, the sound so sharp and piercing that the temperature suddenly soared.

The sharp blade wind aimed straight for Yan Fei's head. Although Yan Fei's eyes were red and he possessed the powerful life force of a Martial King, he still seemed to retain a trace of consciousness and tried his best to dodge, but his body was as if it had been frozen in place, unable to move.

In an instant, the knife cleaved his neck.

Instantly, a blood-soaked head flew off the body, spraying blood like a fountain, staining the ground red.

Yan Fei's body collapsed limply, the last glimmer of light in his eyes fading away, leaving behind only resentment. He met his end in anger, resentment, and despair.

The three men stared at the corpse on the ground, waited for a moment, but nothing changed. They felt no relief whatsoever.

As he carefully examined the area, a cold glint flashed in Yun Baiyi's eyes.

With a sudden thrust of his Dragon Fang Blade, it pierced the darkness like lightning, aiming straight for Yan Fei's waist. The Dragon Fang Blade has been known since ancient times for its power to subdue evil spirits, possessing immense destructive force against all evil.

Yan Fei had originally hidden a clay statue of an evil god at his waist. The statue was now blood-red and exuded a strange and alluring aura.

A whisper, disrupting one's thoughts, echoed in the ear: 'Offer sacrifices to me, grant me strength, and immortality.'

With a crisp crack, the evil god statue shattered instantly under the thrust of the Dragon Fang Blade, turning into a pile of dirt scattered all over the ground.

The Dragon Fang Blade swung swiftly again, seemingly slicing something into pieces, which then dissipated into the air.

Yan Fei's body also began to change. His once youthful body instantly turned deathly pale, and the redness in his eyes gradually faded.

The young body withered instantly, as if all its strength had been drained, leaving only a skeletal, yellowish-black body.

The three exchanged a glance, their eyes sparkling with joy.

Upon seeing Mu Shanlong arrive, his voice, tinged with urgency, rang out, "General, I have not failed you. The Huo family patriarch is dead."

Upon hearing this, Yun Baiyi's eyes instantly lit up with a radiant light. As if relieved of a great burden, he stretched out his body, rose into the air, straightened his chest, and stood tall, like a war god descending to earth.

He growled, "The Huo family patriarch is dead! Surrender now!"

The sound resounded throughout the entire Yansha Prefecture, deeply moving everyone.

Upon hearing Yun Baiyi's words, the direct descendants, collateral descendants, disciples, and vassals of the Huo family were immediately thrown into a panic.

With the patriarch dead, they suddenly lost their leader and were filled with doubt and unease. Many of the Huo family disciples and vassals abandoned their armor and fled in all directions.

The obese sixth young master of the Huo family, as a relative of the Huo family, lived a life of luxury and was always accompanied by two lackeys who flattered him and called him "Sixth Young Master" repeatedly.

Tonight, he brought his two henchmen to the brothel, ready to enjoy the pleasures of wine and women. With beautiful women by his side, dressed in light, revealing clothes, and leaning against him, he was naturally very happy.

This flower shop is one of the Huo family's businesses, and it can be said to be the Huo family's money pit. The girls inside are all kinds of beautiful and charming.

The Huo family naturally has ways to ensure a fresh supply of goods every now and then, so that customers can always taste new flavors.

However, at this moment, while the Sixth Young Master and the beauties were drinking and laughing, and their hands and feet were busy, a rumor spread rapidly and wildly throughout the brothel.

Many people, hearing the sounds of fighting outside, seemed a bit drunk and didn't pay much attention, laughing and whispering among themselves, "I heard the Demon Slayer Division is besieging the Huo family; the Huo family has committed a crime."

The man next to him, wearing only underwear, with fair skin and no beard, his face flushed from drinking, chuckled and said, "You've had too much to drink. How could that be? Who would dare to cause trouble here?"

Every now and then, a few hot-blooded peasants would appear, but two guards could easily take them all out.

The Sixth Young Master naturally nodded, put his arms around the two beauties beside him, and prepared to go to the room to continue drinking, chatting, and discussing life.

The lackey was naturally sent away.

However, while he was swaying and had just drunk half a pot of wine in the room, he heard a deafening thunderous sound.

Immediately, I felt uneasy, fearing that the thunderous voice I heard was real.

He thought with dread, 'This is terrible!'

He quickly opened the door and sneaked away.

Just as I stepped outside, I was suddenly confronted with a towering fire. Before it had even stopped for long, I was pulled into a dark alley.

A familiar voice came from beside him, "Sixth Young Master, it's us, let's go quickly."

They were just saying that the Fire Ancestor was dead, and that he was being besieged by the Demon Slayer Division. We can't go back!

Hearing that they were his two familiar henchmen, he immediately felt a sense of relief.

A sense of security welled up within him; true friendship is revealed in times of trouble. He thought to himself, 'My judgment was spot on. These two lackeys may only flatter him normally, but they're reliable when it matters.'

Then one of the henchmen, panting heavily, asked with a hint of urgency and tension, "Young master, did you bring any money? We need to leave quickly!"

The sixth young master was taken aback, then quickly realized what he meant and casually replied, "I naturally brought quite a lot. What about you?"

One of the thin, grey-clad servants scratched his head, forcing a nervous and embarrassed smile. His expression was somewhat menacing. "Young master," he said, "we usually just follow you around, eating and drinking for free. Where would we get any money?"

The three of them jogged deeper into the alley, and the surrounding environment grew darker and darker, as if shrouded in heavy shadows, eerie and terrifying.

The Sixth Young Master began to feel a sense of unease, and a nameless fear welled up in his heart, as if something ominous was about to happen.

Just as I was about to turn around and ask my followers how they were doing, suddenly, a chill ran down my back, followed by a sharp pain.

Turning around in astonishment, he saw a short blade piercing his back and emerging from his chest, instantly staining his clothes with blood.

A scream rang out, and terror and despair mingled in her eyes.

"How dare you! I always treated you to the best food and drink, and you've turned out to be so heartless!" Trembling, she couldn't believe it.

The two men, each wielding a short blade, had cold, indifferent eyes.

The thin, grey-robed man said with disgust, "Young Master, the Fire Ancestor is truly dead, and the others are probably finished too. Let me send you on your way, so you won't be captured and punished by the Demon Slayer Division."