Xu Qing moved with shocking momentum, accompanied by the golden crow. He headed directly toward the distress signal, peerless, bewitching, leaving behind flames in the sky. As he closed in on his destination, incomparable fire burned in heaven and earth, sending out intense waves of heat toward the fourth Night Dove headquarters. Rumbling echoed out left and right as a sea of flames covered everything. Fleeing Night Dove operatives screamed in agony as they were reduced to ash. Crashing sounds could be heard as entire buildings collapsed.

This area was in the district administered by the Fifth Peak. The headquarters itself was a huge, three-story tower that supposedly sold spell formations. Though it didn’t maintain any official ties to the Fifth Peak, the reality was that it did have some business connections with the disciples there.

Xu Qing wasn’t sure if the Fifth Peak knew that this place also had ties to Night Dove. Nor did he care. After this night, the place wouldn’t exist.

As he arrived, and the sea of flames he brought swept over everything,...