Under the cover of night, several thousand Ling Family cultivators silently closed in on the fleet of Tianzhou Skyboats.

At this distance, the enemy should have noticed them by now, yet the many Tower Boats remained completely silent. Not a single cultivator emerged to investigate.

Following the strategy of "to catch bandits, first catch the king," Ling Qiyue's primary target was the largest flagship, located in the center of the fleet.

The Haoyue Sect's remaining elite forces had already left to attack the Ling Family's headquarters and its Protective Array, so the forces left behind were quite limited.

As they drew closer, Ling Qiyue took out several Breaking Charms and distributed them to the women by her side.

A few breaths later, as incandescent clouds of light appeared, the multiple layers of defensive light screens outside the flagship silently crumbled, revealing its undefended hull.

"Alright, now!"

Ling Qiyue said, abruptly activating the Fenghuo Panyun Bell.

Following the urgent ringing of the bell, all sorts of Divine Techniques bloomed like fireworks, smashing into the flagship's hull.

The massive flagship trembled violently as a dazzling golden radiance spilled out from within, easily blocking nearly all of the attacks. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"...I knew you country bumpkins would come. Now, all of you will stay here!"

An old, majestic voice echoed faintly.

"A Nascent Soul?"

Fu Yin Xue's expression changed slightly. Just now, she had indeed felt the oppressive aura of a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

An air of fear instantly enveloped all the Ling Family cultivators present. If the Haoyue Sect's Nascent Soul True Monarch was truly still alive and capable of acting, then this surprise attack was undoubtedly a suicide mission.

"Don't panic!"

Meng Feiyu, whose expression had been grim, quickly calmed down. "His current state is unstable. He's most likely injured and just putting on a brave front."

With her experience as a Great Power in her past life, it wasn't difficult for her to discern his true condition, so she immediately spoke up to clarify.

Reassured, Ling Qiyue immediately commanded her Magical Treasure Flying Sword. A blazing Sword Aura dozens of yards long swept down, slicing more than ten cultivators who rushed out from the flagship in half at the waist. Blood pooled on the ground.

Instantly, battle cries rose from all around as the numerous Ling Family cultivators formed teams and attacked, engaging in a relentless slaughter with the Haoyue Sect cultivators who had appeared.

On the surrounding Tianzhou Skyboats, more Haoyue Sect cultivators continuously appeared, swarming toward the Ling Family cultivators to surround and kill them.

Ling Changqing's gaze was calm as he activated his Flying Sword and charged the nearest Haoyue Sect cultivator. Ling Zhiqing, Ling Yulu, and the other women followed close behind.

The Haoyue Sect's remaining forces were larger than expected, but they were mostly cultivators at the Foundation Establishment and Qi Cultivation Stages. The Pseudo Core Cultivators were few and far between.

Amidst a heart-pounding roar, the flagship's front deck suddenly split open. With a surge of violent air currents, a dozen Heavy-Armored Daoist Soldier Puppets flew out. Each was several yards tall, pitch-black, and shrouded in golden light as they ferociously counter-attacked.

Ling Qiyue snorted coldly. Amidst the deafening chimes of the bell, streaks of blood-red lightning struck down, intercepting the enemy's assault.

As brilliant light flashed, twelve Daoist Soldier Puppets, also at the Third Grade of power, rushed forward to meet them, beginning a frenzied battle.

The two leading Daoist Soldier Puppets were blocked by surging Sword Qi. With the added support of Ling Changqing and Fu Yin Xue, their defenses were soon shattered, and they plummeted from the sky, bodies spewing flames and green smoke.

Ling Qiyue's icy gaze swept the area. She fully unleashed her vast Divine Sense and soon discovered several Pseudo Core Cultivators hidden deep within the hull. They were the ones controlling the Daoist Soldier Puppets' counter-attack.

With a mere flicker of her Divine Thought, ruthless Sword Qi poured down, sending flesh and blood flying wherever it passed. It tore through multiple layers of the ship's deck, heading straight for their hiding place.

The few Pseudo Core Cultivators turned pale with fright. The several Defensive Spiritual Artifacts they hastily activated were all destroyed by the Sword Qi. They had no choice but to command the Daoist Soldier Puppets to fall back and defend, but it was already too late.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, several heads, wrapped in a bloody light, flew into the sky. Their eyes were still wide open in an expression of eternal discontent as their mangled bodies collapsed limply to the ground.

But in the blink of an eye, even more Haoyue Sect cultivators rushed out from the cabins, resisting with their lives on the line. The light from their various Divine Techniques momentarily lit up the dark night sky.

By now, they all understood that their Sect had no path of retreat. If they didn't want to be completely annihilated, their only option was to fight to the death.

Meng Feiyu was mixed in the middle of the attacking forces. Her beautiful eyes were cold and serene as she held an ancient-looking, iridescent Jade Zither. Her slender fingers casually plucked the strings, and a heavenly melody echoed and lingered in the air.

Any Haoyue Sect cultivator who met her gaze would have their Divine Soul locked by the zither's music. Without exception, they would feel dizzy and disoriented, their Magical Energy Mechanism in chaos, and their combat strength greatly reduced.

This gave the Ling Family cultivators ample opportunity to suppress their opponents and then kill them in one fell swoop.

Ling Qiyue and Meng Feiyu managed the overall situation. Whenever a late-stage Foundation Establishment or Pseudo Core Cultivator appeared, they would prioritize killing them at the first opportunity to prevent heavy casualties among the Ling Family cultivators.

With three Golden Core Masters personally overseeing the battle, plus a powerhouse like Ling Changqing who was no weaker than a Golden Core Master, the Haoyue Sect's remaining forces were soon at a complete disadvantage.

A moment later, accompanied by a scorching and violent aura, a pitch-black War Axe and a long, elegant Battle Saber abruptly appeared, blocking Ling Qiyue's Flying Sword attack.

Two True Pill Cultivators with relatively light injuries finally could not hold back any longer. They emerged from the cabins to provide support, followed by a dozen or so terrified Pseudo Core Cultivators.