The sound of the flute began.

The entire city was instantly enveloped in a murderous atmosphere.

Although it was already spring and summer, Moon Manor, located at the north latitude, had a tolerable temperature.

In the daytime, it could reach around seventeen or eighteen degrees Celsius, and even at night, it was about ten degrees.

But today, the wind was calm and the sun was shining.

The sunshine was abundant.

Yet the temperature dropped sharply the moment the sound of the flute rang out.

"It's so cold!"

"What's happening... Am I experiencing kidney deficiency?"

"I'm freezing and turning purple!"

The members of the Undead Tribe from Boulevard couldn't help but shiver in the city.

They were all martial artists with some resistance to cold.

Even at minus ten degrees, they wouldn't feel cold without clothes.

But today, the temperature in the teens made them feel like they were in an ice cellar.

"Commander, what's going on?"

Someone followed closely behind Larkin Davenport, asking softly.

Strange!

This wasn't a physical cold, but a tremor from the soul.

It seemed like a terrifying force was causing them to shake instinctively in a state of extreme fear.

"Damn it! We have the numbers, no matter who it is, get rid of them!" Larkin Davenport cautiously looked at the guards, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.

"Damn it, something freaky is going on! Speed up, we have to rescue Mr. Han Caldwell, and as for Sutton, even if you see him, act like you don't, mark the location, and wait for Mr. Han Caldwell's decision."

Being Han Caldwell's trusted aide, Larkin Davenport naturally knows Han Caldwell's strategy and their attitude towards the Undead Tribe.

"Mr. Lake," Larkin Davenport looked at the cultured scholar behind him, "This environment is peculiar, take some men to search and find the root cause."

"On it!"

Mr. Lake's real name was Brenner Ridge, and he was a skilled soothsayer.

The Boulevard is vast, naturally inseparable from the most primitive Daoist principles.

Brenner Ridge was born on Dragon Elephant Mountain, adept at Strange Skills.

After receiving the mission, he immediately took his disciples and scattered throughout the city.

"Master, any movement?"

One of the disciples spoke and asked.

"Almost." Brenner Ridge sat cross-legged on the ground, arranging a yellow cloth, incense burner, large coins, and a copper sword in front of him.

Holding his breath and focusing!

A wisp of faint spiritual energy began to disperse around Brenner Ridge's forehead.

He suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the copper sword with his right hand, and fiercely clutched the large coin!

Then, he tossed the copper sword towards the sky!

His right hand turned into a finger, pointing at that copper sword!

Something bizarre happened.

The copper sword hovered in front of him, spinning continuously!

The tip of the sword seemed to sense something like the big coin, and after spinning a few circles, pointed toward a nearby tall building.

"Misty Rain Tavern?"

Brenner Ridge collected his copper sword and took out binoculars from his chest, just in time to see a silhouette on the top floor.

When he faced that silhouette, the sweat on his back nearly formed frost.

"Let's go! We found it!"

Brenner Ridge grabbed his sword, leading his eight disciples quickly to the tavern!

In his impression, those who pretend to be mystical usually have no combat capability, only hiding in the shadows to secretly cause trouble.

The Daoists capture not the ghosts in stories but those who pretend to be mystical!

Once caught by them, there's only one way for such scoundrels—death!

In a short time, the group arrived at the tavern.

"Masters, several groups have already been here. There's really nothing left," the hotel owner said lamentedly.

After being robbed twice, there's not a dime left.

"Tell me, who's on the top floor?" Brenner Ridge drew his sword, pressing it against the hotel owner's throat.

"I... I don't know! All I know is that person was generous, directly booked the entire top floor..." The hotel owner trembled in fear.

Moon Manor originally was a very stable and prosperous city.

But now, it was being bullied like this.

The local residents were very puzzled, who exactly did Manor offend?

Why were so many people flocking in!

And the Manor Owner and Sword Cultivators were nowhere to be found.

There wasn't even any response.

If there was a response, it would most likely be death.

After all, there were too many enemies.

They were everywhere.

"Go! Up!"

Seeing he couldn't get any answers, Brenner Ridge directly led his men upstairs.

Taking a big stride, they reached the top floor.

What they saw was a floor full of corpses and countless songstresses.

Judging by their attire, it could be deduced that they were Demarco Mount's people.

Could it be their own people?

Seems unlikely!

"Ah..." The songstresses, seeing Brenner Ridge and his men holding weapons, were scared and rushed to Julius Reed, embracing him.

The flute sound ceased.

"Please let go," Julius Reed said calmly.

"We won't affect your sword speed," the songstresses said cautiously, "We might even make you faster."

"Who! Who exactly is pretending to be mystical here!"

Brenner Ridge shouted loudly.

The flute sound stopped, and the temperature began to recover.

It was indeed this guy causing trouble.

"Do you see those corpses on the ground?" Julius Reed said calmly behind the songstresses, "They were decent people when they were alive. If you take one more step, you'll die."

As soon as the words fell!

A line slowly appeared on the tavern floor!

"Good skill!" Brenner Ridge was a bit excited. "I'd like to learn a thing or two!"

The songstresses stood between him and Julius Reed, so they couldn't see each other's faces.

"The tuition is a bit steep, I'm worried you can't afford it," Julius Reed held up the teacup beside him, calmly stating, "Life only happens once."

"Haha! I'm with the Undead Tribe! I have ten thousand lives!" Brenner Ridge took a bottle of alcohol from his chest and drank it in big gulps!

Puh!

Immediately after, he sprayed a mouthful of wine on the copper sword!

The sword actually turned completely red due to the high temperature!

"How do you like my move, is it worthy to test your skill?"

Clang!

Brenner Ridge thrust his sword!

The floor beneath began to crack.

"Formation!"

He sat cross-legged on the ground, and his disciples immediately drew their weapons, surrounding him in the center.

"Make your move! If you can defeat me today, you may leave! Otherwise, I will devour you alive!"

Brenner Ridge was very confident.

He extended his hand and took the three sticks of incense handed to him by a disciple.

Before killing, the incense must be lit.

This is the rule.

The thin incense actually pierced through the hard floor, undamaged.

Instantly!

The smoke and incense scent permeated, creating a mist over the entire tavern.

The smoke spread in the air like clouds.

"Dragon Elephant Mountain, Brenner Ridge! Today, I shall duel with a fellow Daoist!"

He flicked his middle finger lightly against the sword blade!

Bang!

A loud noise.

The smoke actually became like dark clouds, emitting bursts of lightning!

"One clap of thunder!"

Brenner Ridge's face was full of smugness.

He flicked again! "Two winds rise!"

Whoosh!

The smoke and incense scent in the air began swirling, like a giant vortex!

The air suddenly became stagnant!

"Three rains fall!"

Brenner Ridge's finger suspended in the air, he laughed and said, "Once I strike, you all will suffer the pain of being pierced by thousands of arrows to die!"

"Ah..." The songstresses cried out again.

But suddenly.

From between their gaps, a dark weapon box extended its opening.

Zoom!

The weapon box sounded.

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