"Yes, sir!" the first group responded, their figures instantly moving. Though the ground beneath their feet was previously bare, specks of dust unexpectedly kicked up, giving off an overwhelming aura of power. Furthermore, the three words Yang Yi uttered last—'kill without mercy'—were saturated with such intense killing intent that they all felt a surge of blood rushing through their veins.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!".......... Sounds echoed, the movement of their steps remarkably pleasing to the ear.

"Brother Yi!" Fatty Lin looked at these figures, his palms tingling, his entire body seemingly trembling, a dense battlelust with nowhere to discharge.

Yang Yi gave Fatty Lin a casual glance, then looked towards Shangguan Qingyun, and finally settled his gaze on Xuanyuan Bing, chuckling, "Remember, a wise man avoids a direct confrontation when circumstances are unfavorable! For now, let Ximen Ling and Tang Shen keep their lives."

"Yes!" Fatty Lin replied, nodding with a broad smile. He glanced at Xuanyuan Bing, who was watching him with utter disbelief, but said nothing; she couldn't fathom the battle intent surging within him right now. With a swing of his hands, a soft sword suddenly materialized. A sinister smile played on his lips as he sped away.

"May I take action?" Xuanyuan Bing wanted to move, but suddenly sought Yang Yi's opinion first.

Hearing this, Yang Yi smiled gently and said, "You, come here!"

"What for?" Xuanyuan Bing was genuinely nervous around Yang Yi now. His repeated teasing had nearly driven her to collapse. Having never been intimate with a man, Yang Yi touching her time and again was almost too much to bear in its sheer embarrassment. So, when Yang Yi called her over, she hesitated instinctively.

"What, are you starting to be afraid of me?" Yang Yi looked at her with feigned curiosity, blinking his eyes rapidly as he asked.

"Who's afraid of you," Xuanyuan Bing pouted, seemingly in a huff, and sat down next to Yang Yi.

It was clearly a tactic of goading, yet it worked perfectly on Xuanyuan Bing. Yang Yi watched her settle beside him and couldn't help but chuckle, "Just stay quietly by my side. You don't need to lift a finger for these matters."

"Ah—oh!" Xuanyuan Bing cried out as she felt that infamous 'wolf hand' of Yang Yi's returning, then rolled her eyes at him.

Yang Yi smiled faintly, wrapping his arms around her, and gazed ahead with a soft smile, exhaling breath heavy with masculine scent. "You should know, their objective tonight was aimed at you. And seeing me by your side made me a target as well. Tell me, how will you compensate me for this?"

"Compensation?" Xuanyuan Bing turned her head away. She was scared—truly scared—fearing she might actually sink into the mire of his influence. Blushing deeply from Yang Yi's words, she asked, "Compensate you with what?"

"Heh heh, compensate you with what?" Yang Yi retorted with a laugh!

"............" Xuanyuan Bing was speechless, pouting irritably before shifting her gaze to the fierce brawl unfolding.

"My Brother Yi said we’ll spare your life for now, hmph!" Fatty Lin shot a highly provocative glare at Tang Shen, then let out a cold snort. The soft sword in his hand whipped out with tremendous speed, striking every black-clad figure with a single, targeted blow.

"You fat pig, can't you go fight somewhere else? This is my turf," Feng Jiu snapped, clearly annoyed by Fatty Lin suddenly encroaching on her area.

"Uh!" Fatty Lin paused in momentary surprise, then leaped swiftly to another spot. Glancing at the black-clad men near the staircase, he inwardly sneered. He certainly didn't want to offend Feng Jiu, so he vented his frustration solely on those figures wielding crescent moon blades. "Hiss hiss!"

"Bang!" A faint trace of intense heat accompanied the soft sword as it struck the marble floor, resulting in a loud explosion. The black-clad men leaped back instantly, their eyes fixed intensely on Fatty Lin.

"Come on, come on! You sons of bitches!" Fatty Lin hurled a string of shameless curses, then leaped forward, relentlessly attacking the black-clad group.

Meanwhile, on the other side, a dozen or so Espers were locked in an intense struggle with the Six Paths of Reincarnation members and the Ten Armies, their bizarre energy blasts shattering tables, wine bottles, and everything else in the hall, creating a piercing cacophony of crashes.

"The ten of you handle the others; leave these ones to us!" Tian Cong said, narrowing his eyes. A chilling thermal current radiated from his entire body. The power of a Green-level Grandmaster was no joke, and within the Black God Gang, only his strength neared that of Yang Yi.

"Understood!" Long Yi hesitated not at all; he could sense precisely what that thermal current signified.

Indeed, after Long Yi and the others withdrew, Tian Cong nodded to his five brothers. The other five immediately understood, their forms flashing rapidly, their hands trailing powerful, surging heat as they fiercely engaged the high-level Espers.

"Blazing Fist Burst!" An Esper saw the five martial arts experts charging toward him. He immediately shouted, and a bizarre sound abruptly materialized around his fist, accompanied by streaks of fiery red flames appearing on his knuckles. "Boom!" A fiery fist shot out...

Fatty Lin, having never witnessed Espers fight, suddenly looked over. He saw that after the Esper threw his punch, a projectile fist of fire shot out, detaching from his actual hand. "Damn, is this how Espers attack? If I wasn't convinced to the bone that there's no God in this world, I never would have believed an Esper's attack could be this mystical!"

"Whoosh whoosh!" "Bang!"........ Five figures evaded the fiery ring, allowing it to strike the railing of the nearby staircase instead, causing it to detonate. Tian Cong saw this, drew a deep breath, his internal energy completely overflowing. His figure shimmered, and he instantly appeared before the Esper who had just unleashed the fire fist, roaring, "Grandmaster First Level Domain!"

"Hiss hiss!" A bizarre sound, accompanied by a 'boom!'—the sound of air being pierced by intense heat. In an instant, a Grandmaster Domain centered on Tian Cong spread outwards, manifesting flames even redder than the Esper's fire fist from moments before.

Of course, just as usual, those outside the domain couldn't perceive much, but those within were struck with shock, simultaneously feeling the palpable threat this domain imposed. "Deal with them immediately!"

"Yes!" The other five instantly flashed into action upon hearing Tian Cong's command. Because Tian Cong's domain was specifically targeting the Espers, the five moved freely within it, their stealth maximized. Most importantly, by leveraging their own strength, they caught the enemy completely off guard; after all, inside Tian Cong's domain, he was the deity, the God reigning over these Espers.

"Are all these people Grandmaster experts?" Shangguan Qingyun stared fixedly at the combatants, muttering in disbelief, "Heavens, since when did Grandmaster experts start mingling with gangsters?"

"Master, while those people aren't quite Grandmasters, they are close. I estimate our own..." The old servant paused, his eyes locked onto Long Yi and his group.

And it wasn't just the two of them in disbelief; Tang Shen and Ximen Ling were even more astonished. Tang Shen wasn't focused on anyone in particular but stared solely at Fatty Lin—the man who had just threatened to kill him.

With every move Fatty Lin made, with every person he killed, the killing intent in his eyes grew stronger. Tang Shen was no slouch either among the eight great families; he could instantly gauge the level of a Gu practitioner. If he couldn't discern their power, it meant they had far surpassed his own.

"What is this, like seeing a ghost today?" Ximen Ling murmured, his face a mask of disbelief. However, his mind was working quickly at this moment. Seeing that all the opponents were engaged with his men, he immediately turned to the dozen or so most skilled assassins beside him and shouted, "Quickly! You go kill those two people right now, hurry!"

"Yes!" The dozen black-clad figures responded and instantly rushed towards Yang Yi's position.

"Damn it, those guys are courting death! How dare they provoke Brother Yi?" Fatty Lin cried out, looking as if something astonishing was about to unfold before him after delivering a sword strike.

"Don't move..."

Xuanyuan Bing was about to step forward to meet the charging assassins, but Yang Yi suddenly pulled her back, looking at him quizzically. "The enemies are here, and you tell me not to move?"

"Dragon Lord is in danger, you all..."

"No need. You all focus on your own fights!" Yang Yi stood up and called out to the Six Paths of Reincarnation group. Then, with a phantom-like smile, he faced the black-clad men who had now surrounded him and chuckled, "I didn't intend to kill anyone tonight, but people insisted on forcing my hand. There's nothing to be done; in this world, strength truly is everything!"

"Strength is everything?" Shangguan Qingyun heard Yang Yi's statement and forced his gaze back to him.

"Very well. Consider this a warning for someone. Although I know you were trying to test me, I hope that after tonight, you will obediently adhere to the agreement between us. Otherwise!" Yang Yi's gaze suddenly shifted, radiating icy coldness, his messy hair stirring without wind. As he began to unbutton his cuffs, a strange smile played on his lips, "I wouldn't mind seeing a few of the eight great families fall into ruin."

"What arrogance!" Tang Shen's eyes widened upon hearing Yang Yi's words. He seemed to take every word as if it were directed solely at him, immediately roaring, "Kill them!"

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!".......... Countless black figures moved with ghostly speed, their target clear: Yang Yi. Simultaneously, in a dark corner hidden from sight, a shadowy figure muttered to himself, "Could he have meant those words for me too?" After speaking, the figure seemed to shudder slightly, though whether it was a cold smile or a tremor, it was impossible to tell.