Iron-like Moonlight Manor.

Flowing City Lords.

Pranay Martinez is very demanding; he holds high expectations for himself and even higher for his subordinates.

In this world, everything is in short supply, except people.

If unsatisfied, just dig a hole and bury them.

The world is so vast, there is always a Manor Owner who can get things done.

A mound quickly formed over Levin Lake's grave.

This simple burial method obviously does not conform to the rules of the Funeral Alliance.

All that talk is just nonsense; when it comes down to it, it's all business.

But the village where the Earth Killers are situated cannot be found by the Funeral Alliance, nor do they dare search there.

This village, hidden within a mysterious formation, looks no different from a primitive tribe.

They have no desire to emerge unless someone as renowned as Gerrit Harris arrives; maybe then they can discover some clues.

If someone weaker comes, they'll only see the mist.

After all, seeing isn't always believing, and hearing isn't always the truth.

Levin Lake's grave is not conspicuous here since this place was originally a burial ground.

One hundred and eight graves.

Burying one hundred and eight former City Lords of Moonlight Manor.

As for whether there's a hundred and ninth, no one knows.

Everything depends on Pranay Martinez's decision.

After dealing with Levin Lake, the Earth Killers leisurely headed towards Moonlight Manor.

This trip, for slaughter and plunder.

...

"Commander, the person hasn't been found, but this is the only place left we haven't searched."

Covered in blood and wearing tattered clothes, an Undead Tribe member approached Larkin Davenport, pointing to a luxurious manor not far away.

"What's that place?" Larkin Davenport stood atop the mound of Demarco Mount's people's corpses, gazing distantly at the luxurious manor.

"Could it be the Manor Owner's residence?"

He muttered to himself.

Generally, such opulent places are usually the mansions of local administrators.

"Yes, it is." The person beside him nodded: "There are many sword cultivators guarding outside the Manor Owner Residence, and they strictly ordered that our people cannot enter."

They wanted to go inside, but were stopped by the sword cultivators.

Given the previous renown of Moonlight Manor, these subordinates didn't dare make decisions and directly sought Larkin Davenport to give orders.

Having wiped out so many Demarco Mount people, the Undead Tribe is in a state of excitement.

With just one word from Larkin Davenport, these people would rush in to kill without hesitation!

No matter if you're a sword cultivator or not, everyone must die!

"Has the entire city been searched?" Larkin Davenport seemed to be weighing his options.

"Almost completely searched. We have people scouring smaller places. We're even checking the toilets, but so far, there's still no sign of Han Caldwell."

The junior leader reported truthfully.

After a thorough search yielded no results, they set their sights on the manor.

"If that's the case..." Larkin Davenport looked back; the city gates were filled with their people, some from the Undead Tribe were still looking for Demarco Mount's guards feigning death to finish them off.

Under these circumstances, there's virtually no chance of escape from the city.

If the letter's content is accurate, Han Caldwell should indeed be here.

So why can't he be found?

Could it be that Han Caldwell is trapped inside the Manor Owner Residence?

"I'll go there myself." Larkin Davenport jumped down from the pile of bodies and led his men forcefully toward the Manor Owner Residence.

After the chaos, the sword cultivators at the Manor Owner Residence were also in poor mental shape.

They witnessed the horror of the Undead Tribe firsthand and were worried those people might break in recklessly.

Sure enough, what you fear most is what happens.

The people from the Undead Tribe have come.

"Leader, what should we do?" a sword cultivator asked.

When he spoke, his voice trembled, and his palms were sweaty.

Clearly frightened.

The others also looked at their leader.

"Before departing, the Manor Owner instructed that, under no circumstances, should anyone be allowed in!" The leader tightly grasped the sword at his waist, his palms sweating.

If a fight really broke out, their small number would be useless.

But if they let people in, could the rampaging Undead Tribe just let them go?

With their backs against the Manor Owner Residence, relying on the Manor Owner's prestige and their own swords, they have the confidence to negotiate.

Putting down their weapons would be no different from stretching their necks for others to chop.

The Undead Tribe drew closer, and the sword cultivators' grip tightened around their swords, trembling more.

"Excuse me, is this the Manor Owner Residence?"

Larkin Davenport led his men to the manor's entrance and pointed at the plaque above inscribed with "Moonlight Manor." "I want to speak with your Manor Owner."

"The Manor Owner is not here; they left earlier by helicopter." The leader raised his head and said loudly.

This shout surprised Larkin Davenport.

He turned his head to find indeed over a hundred people were standing behind him.

His opponent wasn't being that brazen.

"What did they leave for?" he asked again, this time in a much calmer tone.

"Maybe to mobilize forces." The sword cultivator leader was not sure, but he left himself some room by saying this.

"Moonlight Manor never meddles in worldly affairs, yet you have been too much. To infight within the manor openly scorns us!"

Hearing this, Larkin Davenport pondered briefly and said, "We are looking for someone, but despite searching all over Moonlight Manor, we haven't found them."

He pointed at the gate: "The only place we haven't searched is here. This person is very important—for me, for the brothers of the Undead Tribe behind me! So, please allow us to go in and search. If there's nothing..."

"Impossible!" The leader interrupted Larkin Davenport decisively: "We can tolerate everything you've done before. But to forcibly search the Manor Owner Residence is to trample on our dignity! Please understand, this is Moonlight Manor, not your home!"

After saying this, the atmosphere turned peculiar.

"What if we insist on searching?"

An Undead Tribe member stepped forward, face showing contempt.

Having defeated Demarco Mount, what is Moonlight Manor to them?

In terms of numbers, they were overwhelming.

"Then don't blame us for not being polite!"

A young sword cultivator stepped up, lacking confidence but showing no fear.

"Say that again?" An Undead Tribe member walked up to the sword cultivator, placing a hand to his ear. "Louder!"

"Don't blame us for not being polit—"

Smack!

Before the young sword cultivator could finish speaking, an Undead Tribe member slapped him, knocking him to the ground.

"I'm being impolite to you first, how about it?" The Undead Tribe member finished, and his group roared with laughter.

"Apologize immediately!"

The leader stepped forward, blocking in front of the young sword cultivator.

At this moment, there's no retreat. "Apologize to our sword cultivator immediately! Otherwise, we will..."

"For just you few people?"

The Undead Tribe directly drew their blades, pointing them at the Manor Owner Residence behind the leader. "Today, we'll break in! Anyone blocking the way, dies!"

Throughout, Larkin Davenport remained silent.

He clearly approved this behavior.

"Brothers, charge!" An Undead Tribe member strode forward.

But suddenly!

A rolling pin came whistling through the air!

Crashing into the man's skull.

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