182: Everyone in Wanling Manor could be used as a tonic.

Mysterious Ink's figure, like a reaper from Hell, unleashed a one-sided, bloody massacre within the City Lord's Mansion!

Wherever he passed, severed limbs were scattered, and blood flowed like a river!

"You beast! How dare you act so presumptuously!"

A roar erupted from deep within the mansion!

A middle-aged man wearing the official robes of a City Lord, with a dignified countenance, soared into the sky!

The aura of a Golden Core Great Perfection swept across the surroundings!

It was none other than the City Lord of All Spirits City, Li Wei!

When he saw the head of his only son, eyes wide with resentment in death, and the corpses of the guards littering the ground, his eyes instantly turned blood-red!

"I will have you die!!!"

Li Wei, appearing like a madman, summoned a crimson Flying Sword. It transformed into a hundred-foot-long fiery sword aura, carrying the power to burn mountains and boil seas, and slashed down towards Mysterious Ink!

However, Mysterious Ink merely raised his head indifferently.

The next instant, his figure vanished from where he stood.

Li Wei's sure-kill strike slashed at nothing but air!

"What?!"

Li Wei was struck with great terror; a deadly sense of crisis descended from behind!

Without a second thought, he tried to teleport away!

But it was too late.

A cold, slippery tail, having appeared from nowhere, had already wrapped around his neck and tightened abruptly!

"Urgh..."

Li Wei's entire body's mana was instantly and completely sealed by an unrivaled, terrifying force!

His face flushed a liver-purple color, his eyes widened, and he stared fixedly at the vertical pupils burning with golden flames before him.

At this moment, endless fear completely engulfed him!

Nascent Soul!

No!

This was an existence countless times more terrifying than a regular Nascent Soul!

He... what kind of monster had his son provoked!

"Senior... spare me..."

Crack! A crisp sound of breaking bones echoed.

Li Wei's head hung down listlessly.

His life force was extinguished.

Mysterious Ink tossed his corpse aside and swept his cold gaze over the shivering family members and servants of the City Lord's Mansion below.

The slaughter had not yet ended.

A moment later, when Ye Feiyan stepped slowly into the gates of the City Lord's Mansion, the entire estate had turned into a dead zone.

There was not a single living Soul left.

Mysterious Ink hovered quietly in the center of the courtyard, the Killing Intent around him slowly receding.

His golden eyes, which had been burning with rage, gradually returned to their usual profound depth.

The slaughter had allowed most of the pent-up frustration in his heart to be vented.

Yet, the sorrow stemming from the depths of his Soul still lingered.

He flew slowly back to Ye Feiyan's side, coiled once more around her wrist, and buried his small head into her sleeve, like a child who had done something wrong seeking comfort.

Ye Feiyan reached out her other hand and gently stroked him.

"Let us go home."

Her voice was still so light, so soft, as if the blood-stained massacre in All Spirits City just now had been nothing more than a dream.

Just as Mysterious Ink was unleashing a monstrous slaughter in All Spirits City, venting the grief in his heart with endless bloodshed, in the distant Three Seas City, deep within the City Lord's Mansion...

The mansion that had been reduced to ruins by True Lord Jian Chen's Nascent Soul self-detonation had now been rebuilt, appearing even more majestic and imposing than before.

Only, in the air, there seemed to linger a faint, difficult-to-dispel scent of blood and resentment.

Inside the great hall, the atmosphere was as oppressive as iron.

Jia Wenmo, dressed in a black robe, his face still bearing a sickly pallor, sat calmly on the towering City Lord's throne.

The lingering power of True Lord Jian Chen's Mortal World sword strike and the terrifying impact of his Nascent Soul self-detonation were still gnawing at his Dharma body like maggots on bones, preventing him from recovering to this day.

Yet his eyes were brighter, and more... sinister, than at any time before!

"Your Highness." A gray figure knelt on one knee; it was the Earth Guard who had just returned from Holy Border Mountain.

"Lord City Lord."

The Earth Guard's voice carried a hint of uncontrollable excitement.

"I have fulfilled the mission! The Ten Thousand Poisons True Man of the Hundred Poisons Sect has agreed to join forces with our Three Seas City!"

Upon hearing this, Jia Wenmo finally pulled a sinister smile across his pale face.

"Oh?" He drew out his tone, seemingly unsurprised by this result.

"What conditions did he propose?"

The Earth Guard respectfully replied: "The Ten Thousand Poisons True Man requests that after the matter is accomplished, Lord City Lord must activate the cross-domain teleportation array for his Hundred Poisons Sect to send him and a hundred Core Disciples away from this barren land of the East Sea."

"Heh heh... What a huge appetite."

Jia Wenmo let out a low, cold laugh, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest.

"However, trading a barren East Sea that is destined to be abandoned for the Hundred Poisons Sect, such a useful blade, is quite a good deal."

A bone-chilling cold light flashed in his eyes.

"You have done well."

Receiving the City Lord's praise, the Earth Guard was overjoyed and hurriedly kowtowed.

"To relieve the Lord City Lord's worries, this subordinate is willing to die ten thousand deaths!"

Jia Wenmo nodded in satisfaction, then changed the subject, his voice becoming increasingly cold.

"Since the Hundred Poisons Sect has entered the game, our plan can now begin."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of the palace hall, casting toward the distant East.

"You, take the Black Dragon and go to Myriad Spirits Manor immediately."

The Earth Guard was slightly stunned, somewhat confused.

"Lord City Lord, what do you mean...?"

The corners of Jia Wenmo's mouth curled into a cruel arc.

"The Beast Taming Sect and Myriad Spirits Manor have always been cut from the same cloth. If we want to chew through the hard bone that is the Beast Taming Sect, we must first sever its support!"

"As long as Myriad Spirits Manor is wiped from the East Sea, the Beast Taming Sect will become isolated, with no one left to aid them!"

"By then, with our Three Seas City and the Hundred Poisons Sect attacking from both sides, what will the Beast Taming Sect... have to stop us?!"

"Furthermore..."

A flicker of imperceptible wariness flashed in Jia Wenmo's eyes.

"The Black Dragon was injured by that Sword Cultivator previously, and now its injuries are compounded; its Dragon Soul is severely damaged and desperately needs a large amount of Divine Soul to nourish it before it can recover."

"Is this Myriad Spirits Manor, along with the hundreds of millions of living beings under its jurisdiction, not... the best supplement?"

His words were understated, yet they revealed a chilling bloodthirst and malice!

It was as if, in his eyes, those hundreds of millions of living beings were no different from pigs and dogs raised in captivity!

"As long as the Black Dragon Senior's injuries are fully healed, and it restores its supreme Divine Might of the Spirit Transformation Realm, a mere Beast Taming Sect can be destroyed with a snap of the fingers!"

"This subordinate understands!"

The Earth Guard's heart shook violently, awestruck by Jia Wenmo's ruthless plan, and he immediately accepted the order!

"Roar—!"

Just at this moment, a dragon roar filled with resentment and hunger suddenly resounded within the great hall.

A dense mass of black mist appeared out of thin air beside the Earth Guard, condensing into the phantom image of a hideous dragon head.

Those dragon pupils, scarlet as blood, stared fixedly at Jia Wenmo, and its Divine Thought fluctuations were incredibly violent.

"Jia Wenmo! This seat's Divine Soul is about to give out!"

"This seat... needs sacrifices! Needs countless living Souls to fill this damned emptiness!"