Wen Fengyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression exceptionally grim. The screams and pleas for mercy from the Wen Family members in the distance were like sharp arrows tearing through the sky, wave after wave crashing toward him.
Yet those voices brimming with despair and pain failed to stir the slightest ripple across Wen Fengyuan's face, not even a trace of emotion.
Wen Fengyuan's eyes remained calm and still, as though those Wen Family members being slaughtered one-sidedly by the Blackbird Guard—
In his eyes, they were no more than insignificant dust, utterly unrelated to him.
For Wen Fengyuan had long been prepared. From the moment he allied himself with those two great families and harmed the Star Moon Princess as his token of allegiance—
The Wen Family had only ever faced two possible outcomes.
Either it would soar into the heavens, transcend the mundane world, and join the ranks of the Eight Great Families—
Enjoying wealth and glory, wielding overwhelming authority, and commanding the power of a Ten-Pattern Sun-Rank Ritual Artifact!
Or it would fall into a place of eternal damnation, crushed as easily as ants, vanishing completely from the history of the Great Xia Dynasty without leaving behind a single trace.
Judging by the current situation, the Wen Family was already on the verge of collapse, existing in name only.
The decree to execute the entire clan had already been issued. The Wen Family's destruction was now only a matter of moments.
Wen Fengyuan stood amid the ruins, his gaze deep and complicated as he looked ahead.
At that moment, a sliver of regret quietly rose within him, like a tiny thorn piercing deep into his heart.
Yet that trace of regret did not last long before it was swiftly drowned beneath Wen Fengyuan's cold-blooded