Killing people is easy, but it’s a big deal.

Especially in this world, and facing such a scene, with a sea of people before you, you don't know their fate, their blessings, or if they have any unique skills.

Even more so, you don't know if killing them will lead to vengeful ghosts seeking your life, or if it will add a debt of karma to your existence in the dark. So, for transmigrators, killing people is something best avoided if possible. Just living life…

But that was all before this transmigrator gathering was initiated.

Before, they didn't dare to show their faces. Even when two people met to cooperate, they had to be extremely cautious, exchanging passwords before meeting. But now, even those who didn't dare to show themselves had gathered here in large numbers, wearing masks and participating in the excitement.

And the habit of not daring to kill had been subtly influenced after seeing Hu Ma's methods. Perhaps the risk of killing and exposing oneself wasn't really that great?

"Look at that two-bit who started this gathering. He's not very capable, but he managed to become a senior official in the Town Demon Bureau. He kills people with that ghost-head saber like chopping melons and vegetables, without even batting an eye."

"Does that mean we've been too careful?"

"..."

Gradually, some people couldn't hold back anymore. There were indeed many minor monsters in the Yan family mansion. They couldn't just watch one person clear them all out, could they?

After all, those two Blood Food Pills still depended on him...

So, gradually, some people started to join in, and the excitement in the Yan family mansion was about to become uncontrollable.

The Iron Gate Yan family was indeed a top-tier wealthy family. Just the private slaves and family generals in the Yan family mansion were clad in armor, skilled in martial arts, and, moreover, loyal and fearless.

Each branch of the family also employed experts from various mystical paths, and the mansion was full of traps and various powerful magical artifacts, both righteous and evil, and demonic monsters. But now, it had suddenly become a joke.

Wave after wave of family generals charged over to protect the four pillars of the mansion, only to be led by the Walking Corpse Executioner, whose saber rose and heads fell, killing them in a river of blood. Not only could they not capture these people, but they couldn't even delay them for a moment.

Hu Ma's ghost-head saber became excited, and the wind of the blade carried a wild laugh.

As for the various traps, they had long been figured out by those with sharp eyes. Before they could even be activated, someone had already set them on fire.

The Yan family's chief steward, seeing the situation was bad, shouted and rushed into a room in the Yan mansion sealed with talismans to retrieve old items to defend against the enemy. But as soon as he entered, he saw a Walking Corpse Minor Executioner playing with his precious treasure.

Beside him, three other Minor Executioners were reaching out to grab it, shouting, "Give it to me, give it to me!"

The one who had the item dodged while admiring it, saying, "No, I won't give it to you! If you want it, then tell me first, is sweet wine mash..."

The second steward ran into the eldest young lady's courtyard. As soon as he pushed open the door, he kowtowed. The eldest young lady's courtyard had a parrot, also born from a monster, that could speak human words. It could kill people simply by saying so. He had to ask it for help.

But as soon as he entered, he saw several Minor Executioners surrounding the parrot, one of them even grabbing the parrot's neck and shouting:

"Call me Daddy, call me Daddy..."

"..."

As for the other spirits, ghosts, and mystical experts, they were either dead or wounded. And there were a few unlucky ones. When the Yan family's masters and mistresses were forced to seek the protection of their ancestors, they saw that the ancestral hall had been smashed to pieces.

Several ancestors wearing official robes were kneeling against the wall, slapping themselves in the face, shouting, "I was wrong, Grandpa, I was wrong, Grandpa..."

"...Is that three hundred times yet?"

"..."

"How... how could this be?"

The entire Yan family was terrified by the sudden chaos, feeling that their worldviews had been shattered. "How could the Iron Gate Yan family be so vulnerable?"

"How could the Ten Families be so capable? No, no, even the Ten Families shouldn't treat the Yan family like nothing..."

"..."

When it came to assessing their own position, the Yan family had always felt that even if they couldn't compare to the Ten Families, they shouldn't be too far behind. Especially the Hu family among the Ten Families, which had declined for twenty years and was ignored by everyone, and was also restrained by the Head-Harmer. It was probably not as good as the Yan family anymore...

But now, just one Executioner had come and actually defeated the Yan family to this extent?

To be honest, it wasn't surprising that the Yan family seemed so flustered. They hadn't expected things to involve their family at all.

At first, they only thought about the outcome being decided on the Sentient Earth Serpent, but who knew that they were actually aiming to exterminate the family?

"Whoosh..."

As one pillar after another was pulled out, the family generals were killed, and blood flowed like a river. Various rare treasures in the mansion were either looted or smashed to pieces to hear the sound.

Even the people in the Yan mansion were scared out of their wits. They wanted to run but couldn't escape. They cried out to their ancestors for help, but there was no response. The dignified Iron Gate Yan family seemed to have collapsed in an instant.

And at this moment, deep within the Yan family mansion, the sound of rattling chains rang out, and there were faint rumbling breaths and roars, as if something could no longer be suppressed with the downfall of the Yan family mansion and was eager to come out.

"Ruined, ruined! The Yan family calculated everything, but they didn't expect this disaster..."

In the front yard, the Yan family master, who didn't even know why he hadn't been killed yet, was now in despair. He was terrified by the roars from the depths of the mansion, and his eyes were unfocused as he looked anxiously outside the mansion.

He only held a glimmer of hope in his heart: "Where is the Iron Threshold King? The Iron Threshold King's army should have entered the city already. Why haven't they come yet?"

"It's impossible. The Yan family can't be destroyed by you just like that..."

"If you really think about it, the Iron Threshold King is the real Yan family general. When he leads his army into the city, in the face of that majestic battlefield formation, no matter what methods you Jianghu (martial world) demons have, how much can they be worth?"

"You all will pay a great price for this..."

"..."

It seemed that even the heavens heard his call. Outside the Yan family mansion, the sound of heavy footsteps gradually appeared, drawing closer, and the momentum was like a thousand troops and ten thousand horses. One could even see the Iron Threshold King's banner approaching rapidly over the high walls.

Rumble!

That battlefield aura of slaughter approached ferociously, and the momentum was indeed extraordinary.

Just the heavy footsteps seemed to shake the Yan family mansion slightly.

And the sound of galloping horses and the clash of swords was even more terrifying than any movement of ghosts and gods.

Even the excitement in the Yan family mansion was gradually suppressed by this sound.

"Huh?"

Many Walking Corpse Minor Executioners who were searching around the Yan family mansion for fun stopped what they were doing.

"The Iron Threshold King's army is really here?"

"Are we going to retreat?"

"..."

People in the Jianghu, even if they have real skills, won't provoke officials unless absolutely necessary.

And those in the mystical paths, no matter how great their abilities, no one really wants to challenge the army.

When there are many people, the human qi is strong, and ordinary ghosts and monsters have to avoid them, let alone these trained, unified armies that have seen blood and carry a baleful aura. In front of them, all spirits and ghosts have to give way.

Now it was like this. Walking Corpse Minor Executioners, no matter what their abilities, had to give way when it was time to give way.

If they really fought, who knew what variables would arise?

But, even though they thought so, they were also hesitating. The Walking Corpse Great Executioner was still leading people to charge towards the last pillar in the Yan mansion. Most of the transmigrators who had come to the gathering were there with him. If they left, wouldn't they miss this excitement...

...No, wouldn't they be too embarrassed to ask for the two Blood Food Pills that they had promised earlier?

Boom!

But before they could think too much, the Iron Threshold King's troops arrived so quickly that they had already rushed outside the Yan mansion in an instant. They could hear the sound of fighting and killing inside the Yan mansion, but they couldn't care about etiquette.

The army's siege ram, carried by two rows of soldiers in iron armor, was pushed heavily forward.

With a crack, the gate was broken open, and countless people rushed in.

The Yan family master in the front yard had heard the movement of the Iron Threshold Army and was overjoyed. He quickly got up, thinking that now that the army had arrived, he would have the Iron Threshold King order the slaughter of these lawless Walking Corpse Minor Executioners.

But as soon as he got up, he was stunned.

...

...

"General, there's no one here..."

At this time, the Iron Threshold King led his Dharma Protector Generals and three thousand well-equipped Iron Threshold troops into Guazhou City, his heart filled with anxiety.

Knowing that the Yan family couldn't fall, and hearing the chaos inside the mansion, with the smell of blood that could be smelled from afar, he ignored etiquette and ordered his subordinates to forcibly break open the Yan family's gate and rushed in with his troops.

But as soon as he entered, he was directly stunned. He saw that the mansion was empty, without a single person.

"No, this isn't the Yan family mansion..."

The Iron Threshold King himself was a close friend of the Yan family's son and was very familiar with the Yan family. At a glance, he suddenly realized that the plants, trees, bricks, and pavilions in this courtyard didn't have the aura of the Yan family at all. He was confused and had actually gone to the wrong place.

He quickly whipped a few of his subordinates, ordering them to search again, but to no avail. Every house they searched was the wrong one.

The sounds of chaos and screaming from the Yan family were clearly ringing nearby, constantly piercing into his ears.

The scenery on this street was clearly familiar to him, but the Yan family mansion, which occupied most of the street, the Yan family mansion that should have been here, the Yan family mansion that he had visited a few days ago, was simply nowhere to be found, as if it had never existed.

"General, we can't find it..."

The subordinates who had been whipped in the face by him shouted in horror with wounded faces, "The Yan family should clearly be here, but our men can't find it no matter how much they search..."

"It's as if it's been hidden..."