Lu Jun walked along the road back to the Lu Clan, ambushed countless times.
He was ruthless and showed no mercy, deliberately killing his way forward in broad daylight, just to draw out all those harboring malicious intent and wipe them out in one sweep.
After all, most of the ambushers were Lu Clan members, but who knew if some opportunistic forces were mixing in as well? In the past, the siblings had always refused to join any major faction, so it was possible some bore a grudge or simply found them an eyesore.
Likewise, he had to use blood-soaked methods to intimidate the noble families across the nation if they wanted to deal with him, they would have to weigh the consequences carefully.
"No matter. Kill them all. Clean them out."
Lu Jun muttered to himself, his movements swift and fierce.
A Poison Element Mage suddenly sprang out from a corner alley, but before the poisonous mist could be spewed, he was interrupted by a Psychic Impact. Lu Jun swung his Tai'a Sword hard an enormous gash as wide as a bowl opened across the enemy's neck, a three-foot fountain of blood gushed out, and the severed, hideous head fell as the body collapsed helplessly.
Dressed in a fluttering black-and-gold coat, Lu Jun walked away gracefully over the corpse, not a speck of dust on him. Several Water stream coiled around his body, weaving into Water Armor, flinging off all bloodstains that splattered toward him.
Behind him, the once-wide and bustling street was now shattered, littered with headless corpses packed densely. Blood pooled together, forming tiny streams that flowed gently.
It could said kill every ten steps, leave no one alive across a thousand miles.
No magical conflict in any nation should involve ordinary people. Clearly, the Lu Clan had gone mad or rather, Lu Xin's entire bloodline had gone mad.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Just after taking down a Poison Element Mage and before he could catch his breath, a green Wind Blade came spinning in from afar. Lu Jun reacted quickly, slashing with his Tai'a Sword a dazzling platinum sword aura over ten feet long shot out like a rainbow.
The two clashed in the air, and a radiant golden explosion burst forth with violent tremors, dispersing the Wind Blade.
The Wind Element Mage at the far end saw his attack fail and tried to escape.
But Lu Jun didn't move. With a cold glance, one of the three Blackgold Flying Swords hovering beside him was activated. It vanished in a blink, streaking out in a black arc the Wind Element Mage's head flew into the air.
And it didn't stop there. A black-red spider thread descended from the sky, adhering to the severed head and suspending it midair. Spiritual magic energy transformed into black-red Curse Force, which was drawn from the head.
Lu Jun's body was covered with shimmering Water Phantasm Scales, and his jacket was encircled by looping Water Jiao. In the air around him, the three Blackgold Flying Swords spiraled in a triangular formation, perfectly guarding his body with minimal effort.
Above his head, a Nether Vortex opened up, dropping thousands of thin spider threads, lifting hundreds of severed heads into the air like the gnarled branches of an evil tree.
Lu Jun's current image was like that of a demon king, his entire being exuding terrifying killing aura. Dragging all those heads behind him was a sight too horrifying to imagine.
After enduring wave after wave of attacks, Lu Jun's every move was now clean, efficient. He wielded low-level spells with ease and fluid mastery truly a form of slaughter artistry. While fending off killers, he also recovered his Curse Element Galaxy Magic Energy via Fearful Mist: Dream Eater.
A big battle was still coming.
Moments later, Lu Jun passed the Wind Element Mage's corpse, his face expressionless, stepping out of the city and into Manye Town, the Lu Clan's territory.
He was indifferent to life, uninterested in the identities or pasts of the attacking mages it was meaningless. Anyone who tried to kill him should be prepared to be killed in return.
At the same time, deep in a wide forest, hundreds of mages stood hidden among the trees, their positions subtly forming a magic formation.
At the front, several high-ranking family elders barked nervously, "Everyone be ready. As soon as the enemy arrives, unleash combined spells to destroy him."
It was impossible not to feel nervous. Based on all the terrible reports so far, not a single mage who had attacked Lu Jun had made it back alive.
That's right. A one hundred percent death rate. It got so bad that the later clan mages no longer dared to go some simply defected and turned to Lu Kun's faction instead.
Moreover, other branches of the Lu Family, including the clan head's faction, were terrified of being implicated and hastily drew a clear line of separation.
It could be said that Lu Xin's entire faction was now utterly isolated and deserted. The only ones left were these few standing here.
They were only daring to stand in the way because of their numbers. Everyone silently thought the same thing: with so many people, he surely won't come for me, right?
Before long, the Lu Family Mage Corps spotted a terrifying figure at the edge of their field of vision. An elder immediately drew his star pattern azure radiance soared into the sky. With support from many Wind Element mages behind him, a terrifying tornado rose.
Wuuu Wuuu Wuuu!
A massive vortex of wind connected the heavens and the earth, roaring as it swept forward. Wherever it passed, countless trees were uprooted and swept high into the sky.
Seeing this, Lu Jun's expression remained firm and unwavering. Without a doubt, this was the combined effort of many people. The power of this Wind Element spell had already reached the peak of the Advanced Tier he could not take it head-on.
With a single thought, the ghostly figure of the Black Ghost appeared behind him, enveloping his body. He transformed into a black whirlwind and dodged far away from the sky-reaching tornado, descending on the opposite end.
The forest ground ahead had been ravaged by the storm, reduced to wreckage and ruins. Deep trenches crisscrossed the earth, and the trees had been completely swept away, revealing the mages' formation.
Boom Boom Boom!
Just as Lu Jun was about to break into the formation, the ground beneath his feet shook violently. An earthen dragon rolled forth, lunging straight at him. A swarm of Lu Family mages lit up with earthy yellow light.
He had no choice but to activate Ghost Punishment once more. A white-robed female ghost embraced him from behind, pulling him from the muddy terrain. Her grayish-white petrification power clashed with the mud-yellow elemental ripples coming from the distance, grinding and crackling.
After several attempts, Lu Jun found it hard to get through. The unending tide of Advanced Tier magic left him constantly on the defensive.
Just as he was considering spending a large amount of Water Element mana to stack the Tide effect and force his way through, several violet stars suddenly fell from the sky over the heads of the hundreds of mages, blanketing the entire formation.
A sea of leaping violet thunder and fire engulfed nearly half the mages, burning everything in terrifying, scorching heat.
Advanced Fire Magic—Thunderfire: Heavenly Flame Funeral – Flame Rain!
"This is…"
Lu Jun saw the familiar magic and hesitated for a moment.
Soon, the sound of helicopter rotor blades chopping the air echoed from above dadadada! A heavily armed helicopter hovered overhead, and at the side door stood Mo Fan, ablaze with fire, exuding heroic flair.
He spotted Lu Jun and cursed with a grin, "You ran so fast, even with a chopper I nearly couldn't catch up. So? I'm not late, am I?"
Lu Jun didn't have time to respond. Seeing the Lu Family mage formation break apart, he quickly commanded the two Ghost Fiends to charge the enemy. Still, a trace of emotion stirred within his heart.
Whether it was making the first move against Lu Yilin or crossing thousands of miles to fight by his side, Mo Fan had done it all with boundless loyalty beyond reproach.
Thud! Thud!
The two Ghost Fiends, as massive as small mountains, appeared and vanished unpredictably. One moment, they were behind an enemy, clawing out their heart in a single strike; the next, they lurked in the shadows, petrification light flashing from their eyes, turning enemies into statues.
Lu Jun himself was engulfed in surging water vapor. Dark blue mist filled the sky, suffused with the aura of death and decay.
A pitch-black River of Weathering roared forward, rising twenty meters high. With every punch he threw, wave upon wave surged forward cataclysmic and overwhelming taking control of the battle.
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