At the moment when the sky was about to brighten, it was the time when people felt the most exhausted. In the courtyard, aside from eight guards and some soldier officers, many other servants were so tired that they were about to fall asleep standing there.

“Gah gah... Only officials can stay at the post station, they're all fat cats. Don't leave a single man alive, and capture the women for the brothers to enjoy. Move!” Suddenly, more than a dozen figures dropped onto the rooftops from the night sky, and then more figures appeared from other directions. In the darkness, a man with a hideously twisted face, half of which was just exposed bone, let out a chilling, bizarre laugh.

“They're here, so let's begin. Boom...” William Carter had been waiting for this moment. When Jack Smith led his men to the highest rooftop and spoke, everyone was drawn in, and chaos erupted. At that instant, William Carter ignored all distractions and fully activated his golden spiritual pool, which was more than twice the size of an ordinary Foundation Establishment spiritual pool.

“Not good, prepare for battle immediately...”

“Oh my god, that's... that's Jack Smith...”

“Oh my god...”

...

Inside the post station, because this group landed on the highest building, as soon as he spoke, everyone in the courtyard looked over. Since no one had slept that night, the people from the surrounding post stations immediately recognized this man whose half face was all bone, like a skull.

Wasn't this the infamous Jack Smith from within several hundred miles around? True to his name, Jack Smith was a madman, a ninth-level Qi Drawing cultivator. Though he only had a few dozen men, they were all at the Qi Drawing stage. Ordinary soldiers were no match for them. If someone powerful came, they would just run away. Every time they gathered to commit a crime, they would scatter afterward, and they had been causing trouble in the area for many years.

So, at the sight of Jack Smith, many people at the post station were nearly scared out of their wits, while the prince's guards and the escorting soldiers all prepared to fight.

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Bang bang...” Streaks of flying light, driven by spiritual energy, were much stronger than the arrows of ordinary soldiers. In an instant, a large number of regular soldiers and officers fell.

“Hold them off, bang...” Three guards immediately rushed forward, but Jack Smith was vicious and powerful, directly knocking his opponent flying.

Although the other guards were stronger than Jack Smith's men, they were outnumbered. Ordinary soldiers were of little use against them, and these people were extremely ruthless. The moment they landed, they even killed the common servants, and soon the courtyard was filled with corpses.

“Damn it, Deputy Steward, hurry... hurry and take the young prince away, kill them!” The guard captain, who had been knocked aside, ignored his own injuries and charged at Jack Smith again.

“Gah gah... the little... prince, is it... Demon Hammer... Boom...” The descending Jack Smith let out a strange laugh, and suddenly a bizarre hammer appeared in his hand, glowing as he smashed it toward the oncoming guard. Although this Demon Hammer was only a ninth-grade spiritual weapon, it was still a spiritual weapon, and his strength far surpassed that of the guard captain. Having already seriously injured him, now, even though the captain fought bravely, his chest was smashed in by the hammer, his whole body collapsing.

“Captain, Deputy Steward... hurry, do something!” At this moment, the other guards shouted, desperately resisting Jack Smith's men.

But what they couldn't understand was, in this situation, why hadn't the Deputy Steward acted yet? What was going on?

“They're here, finally here.” David Bolton kept his eyes closed, listening to the sounds of fighting and screams around him. He tilted his head back, feeling the moment, then slowly stood up. Jack Smith was actually someone he had invited, so why would he act? As for William Carter, he would settle accounts with him later.

“Gah gah... you're quite cunning, not telling me this was the young prince. Don't go! Touching the young prince isn't the same price.” Seeing David Bolton get up to leave, Jack Smith swung his Demon Hammer, which buzzed as it blocked his way.

Blocked, David Bolton slowly turned to look at Jack Smith, and said coldly, “Name your price, whatever you want, I'll give it to you. In a moment, everything here will be yours, but you must kill everyone else.”

After speaking, David Bolton's aura of black flames surged, a layer of black light swirling around him. With a bang, he knocked aside the Demon Hammer and strode into the house.

He never intended for Jack Smith and his men to survive. He planned to use Jack Smith to kill everyone, then kill Jack Smith himself, and finally fake his own death. He had even stopped those he had bribed from sending Foundation Establishment helpers, just to keep everything under his control.

“Gah gah... I bet you wouldn't dare not to pay...” A fierce light flashed in Jack Smith's eyes. As he spoke, his hammer smashed toward another eighth-level Qi Drawing guard whom several of his men couldn't suppress.

“You damn useless fool, just a commoner, and you dare hit me? Soon I'll have you kneeling before me, and I won't... hmm...” Step by step, David Bolton walked inside, muttering about what had happened before. But suddenly, as he passed through the corridor, he abruptly stopped, staring up at the sky in shock.

He saw a massive vortex of spiritual energy above the house, reaching from earth to sky, like a giant tornado, wildly drawing in the spiritual energy of the surrounding world.

“Ah... this...” David Bolton looked down and saw that all the spiritual energy was pouring into the house, leaving him speechless.

What was happening inside? Was someone establishing their Foundation?