The Wen Clan, wielding long swords, charged forward menacingly with ferocious expressions.
Some people, though also carrying long swords, had shifty eyes and hesitated to step forward.
Suddenly, he took flight, his figure light and graceful, floating gently in the air before landing lightly behind the crowd. His demeanor was truly that of an immortal.
At this moment, the System Light Orb commented, "The costume here is quite convincing, but unfortunately it's not as attractive as the host's, and the movements appear rather stiff."
The Wen Clan patriarch roared, "Elders, follow me and attack!"
Before he finished speaking, he charged towards Long, brandishing his longsword with a swift, swirling motion, the sword flashing and gleaming, as he pressed directly towards Long.
Meanwhile, the Wen Clan disciples roamed the perimeter, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
For a long time, the fight remained evenly matched, raging on.
In the void, the System Light Orb muttered softly, "How is this ever going to end? With the skill he uses to deal with the Wen Clan, the host has already wiped out several powerful families."
Nan Xunran chuckled softly upon hearing this.
In the midst of this chaos, Long was momentarily caught off guard, and a disciple of the Wen Clan seized the opportunity.
A fierce glint flashed in the disciple's eyes. He mustered all his strength and thrust out his sword.
Long seemed to intentionally not dodge, only slightly turning his body to avoid vital areas, but the sword pierced straight through his shoulder.
The disciple laughed wildly, "Hahaha, I've hit him!!"
However, the laughter quickly turned into a mournful wail.
Suddenly, flames burst forth from the man's body.
In the blink of an eye, the intense heat melted the sword embedded in Long's body, turning it into wisps of smoke.
The blood dripped onto the ground, corroding the surface with a hissing sound and wisps of black smoke.
The flames spread rapidly, engulfing the entire Wen Clan compound in the blink of an eye.
Some Wen Clan were accidentally smeared with the flames. They desperately patted the flames off their bodies and rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish them.
He kept shouting, "Ahhh! How can I put out this fire?!"
However, the flames only grew stronger.
"Ouch, that hurts!"
In an instant, the entire Wen Clan was plunged into chaos.
The Wen Clan patriarch's expression was grave. He shouted, "Quickly surround us! This fire can burn the soul!"
With that, he flicked his sleeves, and as his spiritual energy surged, he erected a barrier that barely held back the raging flames.
But the barrier crackled and popped under the scorching flames, as if it might shatter at any moment.
The Wen Clan patriarch's face was grim as he roared, "We must kill him as soon as possible! This barrier won't hold for much longer!"
Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze toward Long.
They were all stunned at that glance.
The disguise he wore appeared to be on the verge of collapse due to the rapid loss of spiritual energy.
His face kept changing, sometimes showing his own face, and sometimes transforming into Nan Xunran's appearance.
The head of the Wen Clan was startled at first, then exclaimed loudly, "You are not the Divine Son Xunran?!"
Long's body suddenly stiffened, and he bowed towards the void, his voice trembling slightly, "... My lord, I was wrong."
He originally wanted to show off his skills in front of his lord and prove his strength, so he directly unleashed his most powerful move.
Unexpectedly, his rapidly depleting spiritual energy directly shattered his disguise, revealing his true appearance.
The Wen Clan members showed no reaction to his strange behavior, continuing to stare at him warily.
The Wen Clan patriarch's gaze sharpened as he roared, "Attack! He's not the Divine Son Xunran; he's not that powerful. There's no need for such cowardice!"
The Wen Clan disciples all breathed a sigh of relief upon learning that Long was not Nan Xunran.
As long as it's not the Divine Son Xunran, they still have a chance to save their lives.
At this moment, Long felt that the mark left by Nan Xunran was slightly hot, like a red-hot branding iron.
He gritted his teeth; if he didn't kill them soon, he would be the one to die.
With this in mind, he no longer hesitated, and the remaining spiritual power in his body exploded instantly.
In an instant, raging flames roared out from his body, completely engulfing the entire Wen Clan.
The protective shield that the Wen Clan patriarch had painstakingly maintained finally collapsed under the impact of the flames, creaking under the strain.
Immediately afterwards, the flames rushed towards them.
The Wen Clan family was suddenly in dire straits, surrounded by raging flames, with their escape route completely blocked.
They had nowhere to escape and could only struggle desperately in the sea of fire.
The Wen Clan disciples were almost completely wiped out, and screams of agony filled the air.
The elders of the Wen Clan unleashed their respective magical artifacts in an attempt to stop the raging flames, but to no avail.
"What kind of evil thing is this flame?!"
Wen Clan patriarch gritted his teeth and summoned his Supreme Artifact, attempting to extinguish the raging flames.
At first, the flames seemed to be successfully suppressed, and their momentum weakened slightly.
The Wen Clan patriarch had just shown a slight hint of joy when his smile froze on his face.
With a "crack," the Supreme Artifact suddenly shattered, countless fine cracks spreading rapidly, instantly breaking into countless fragments.
Before the Wen Clan patriarch could even feel sorry for the damaged Supreme Artifact, the flames had already engulfed him.
At this moment, he was in dire straits.
He turned around with difficulty and saw that the Wen Clan's disciples and elders were all writhing on the ground in pain.
Some of them had already been burned to black ash, with specks of white fluorescence drifting out—signs of the soul's annihilation.
Just as the flames were about to engulf him, his eyes narrowed, and he made a snap decision, raising his right hand sharply, a razor-sharp dagger appearing in his palm.
Without hesitation, he stabbed himself in the heart.
Then, his soul fled in panic.
Seeing this, Long tried to capture him, but ultimately missed and could only watch helplessly as he escaped.
At this moment, Nan Xunran's cold voice rang out, "Merak, kill him."
Merak immediately replied, "Yes, Master."
Immediately, a black hole suddenly appeared in space.
Her figure flashed and disappeared into the void in an instant.
Then, Nan Xunran slowly stepped out of the void, his gaze sweeping over everyone. At this time, everyone in the Wen Clan except for the patriarch had perished.
He knelt down, his voice trembling slightly, "My lord."
Nan Xunran lowered his head slightly, his well-defined knuckles pressing against his neck with an irresistible force.
Long's body trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his balance.
Nan Xunran applied a little force, and Long's face instantly turned pale.
The mark on his neck suddenly turned scalding hot, and a sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body.
He clenched his teeth, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, but he remained silent.