An eerie silence enveloped the Makino Manor. Han Feng stood atop a tree a hundred meters away, his eyes behind night-vision goggles calmly observing the patrol routes within the manor. He pressed his earpiece: "Team A, in position."
"Team B, in position." Liu Xiaoran's cold voice rang out.
"Group C, stand by." That was Iron Tower's deep voice.
Han Feng's lips curled into a slight smile. Tonight, this team—Wang Hao's speed, Chen Feng's precision, Iron Tower's strength, Liu Xiaoran's ruthlessness, plus the Star Power cultivated by everyone—was enough to make the Mu Ye family pay the price.
\"action.\"
Three dark figures darted over the wall like ghosts. Wang Hao took the lead, his fingertips gathering starlight into thin lines, which he easily severed the manor's main electrical circuit. The instant darkness fell, Chen Feng's sniper rifle had already locked onto the first target.
\"Bang!\"
The gunshot, fitted with a silencer, was almost inaudible, but the patrolling guard from the Makino family, armed with a gun, fell to the ground with a bullet specially made by Han Feng embedded in his forehead—the compressed stellar power inside the bullet would explode upon impact, completely disrupting the ancient martial artist's true qi circulation.
The alarm finally sounded, and the experts from the Muye family swarmed out of the main house. Han Feng counted them from the treetops: six mid-stage Innate Realm experts and three late-stage Innate Realm experts. Just as the intelligence indicated, there were no Great Perfection experts.
"The rats are out." Wang Hao's voice was excited through the earpiece. "Boss, are you sure you don't need to do anything?"
"Today is your performance day," Han Feng chuckled. "Let me see the results of your training."
The first to engage was Iron Tower. This two-meter-tall giant smashed through the artificial hill and charged into the enemy ranks, his fists wreathed in silvery-white starlight, each strike carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks. Two mid-stage Innate Realm warriors from the Makino family had just raised their katana when they were blasted into the wall along with their swords by the force of his fists.
"Brutal fool." Liu Xiaoran sneered, his figure moving like a venomous snake along the edge of the battlefield. His energy was a rare dark silver color, and each strike accurately hit the opponent's pressure points. An old man in the late stage of the Innate Realm had just condensed the Heaven-Burning Fire Shield when Liu Xiaoran pierced his palm with a single finger, the dark silver energy rushing along the meridians of his arm straight to his heart.
Chen Feng, occupying the high ground, unleashed a barrage of Star Bullets. Unlike ordinary bullets, these specially designed rounds would finely adjust their trajectories according to his will. The most outrageous shot even bypassed three obstacles, piercing through the back of an Onmyoji who was forming hand seals.
"Beautiful!" Han Feng couldn't help but exclaim. He had personally instructed Chen Feng in "Star Trajectory Ballistics," but the fact that Chen Feng could apply it to this extent was entirely due to Chen Feng's own talent.
Wang Hao's fighting style was the most flamboyant. He condensed the power of the stars into countless fine threads, almost invisible in the moonlight, yet he could manipulate his opponents like puppets. A Makino family swordsman's katana suddenly turned, cutting down his own comrade; another ninja's shuriken inexplicably spun around and pierced his own thigh.
"Damn it! Who dares to trespass on the Makino family's property?!" Makino Yuta finally appeared, his eyes bloodshot. When he saw the starlight emanating from the attackers, his face turned deathly pale: "Chinese? Who are you people?!"
Iron Tower slammed the last guard away with a punch, grinning, "Old dog Makino, remember what happened at the R country docks?"
Yuta Makino trembled, not from fear but from rage: "You killed my son!" He ripped open his kimono, revealing eerie patterns on his chest. "I'll make you all pay!"
The sky was filled with the aura of the underworld, erupting like a volcano, and Makino Yuta's aura instantly surged to the peak of the Innate Realm. But Han Feng on the treetop merely sneered—the secret technique of forcibly increasing cultivation was nothing more than a death struggle in the face of the power of the stars.
Liu Xiaoran was the first to step forward. The power of the Dark Silver Star and the Netherworld Qi collided, producing a crisp sound like metal clashing. After exchanging more than ten blows, Liu Xiaoran suddenly changed his move, striking Makino Yuta in the ribs with a single finger.
"Ah!" Yuta Makino screamed in agony as his internal energy suddenly became chaotic. He was horrified to discover that his true energy was being devoured by that dark silver energy!
"The power of the stars, the source of all laws," Liu Xiaoran said coldly. "Your Netherworld energy is nothing more than nourishment for the power of the stars."
Chen Feng's sniper rifle fired again, the bullet accurately shattering Makino Yuta's knee. Taking advantage of the moment, Iron Tower punched him in the back, slamming the family head into the fountain. Wang Hao's Starry Silk Threads immediately wrapped around him, binding the drenched Makino Yuta like a dumpling.
The battle lasted no more than fifteen minutes from start to finish. The Makino family's elite troops were completely wiped out, and the main house was engulfed in flames—a "memorial" deliberately left behind by the Iron Tower.
Han Feng then gracefully descended from the treetop, starlight forming invisible steps beneath his feet. He walked to the dying Makino Yuta and knelt down: "Let me ask you a question. Which side do you choose, the Nether Crystal Clan or the Moon Demon Clan?"
Yuta Makino looked up blankly: "Wh...what race?"
Han Feng narrowed his eyes. Makino Yuta's reaction didn't seem fake, but when he scanned the other person's body with the power of stars, he found that the other person did not have the energy aura of the Nether Crystal Clan or the Moon Demon Clan.
"Interesting..." Han Feng stood up. "Take him away. I'll make him talk."
Just as everyone was about to leave Makino Manor.
"Boom—"
The ground suddenly exploded, and a hunched figure soared into the sky with overwhelming power. The old man had disheveled white hair, and his withered fingers gleamed with a metallic luster. The pressure of the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm caused the rubble within a hundred meters to levitate.
"Who dares to destroy my Makino family?!"
The roar was like thunder, causing several Dragon Abyss warriors to bleed from their ears and noses. Han Feng narrowed his eyes—this old monster had already stepped one foot into a higher realm, making him far more troublesome than he had anticipated.
Makino Shinichi's cloudy gaze swept over the mess on the ground, and when he saw Makino Yuta bound by star threads, his pupils suddenly contracted: "Yuta!"
"Ancestor... save..." Makino Yuta had barely opened his mouth when Wang Hao tightened the silk threads, causing him to faint from the pain.
"You...all must die!" Makino Shinichi's white hair stood on end, and crimson runes appeared all over his body. The runes wriggled like living things, and with each flash, his aura surged.
Han Feng was about to step forward when Wang Hao stepped in front of him, blocking his way: "Brother Feng, let me do it."
Under the moonlight, the Star Soul Priest's glasses reflected a cold light, and a signature cynical smile played on his lips: "Challenging opponents of higher levels is the most interesting thing."
Han Feng gave Wang Hao a deep look, sensing the absolute confidence in his eyes, and finally nodded: "Be careful of his blood sacrifice technique."
Wang Hao adjusted his glasses and walked to the center of the arena. With each step he took, almost imperceptible silver threads extended from beneath his feet, disappearing into the ground and spreading out silently like a spider web.
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