Arrogant

Li Jun wasn't genuinely here to help the Mo Family.

He merely saw that Ning Yongrui's side was powerful and wanted to ally with Mo Wenjian to temporarily stall the Ning Family, giving Li Yuan and the other a chance to fish in troubled waters in the Yun Family's backyard.

Who would have thought plans couldn't keep up with changes?

Li Yuan and Li Jiao were so cleanly and efficiently dealt with by Yun Long.

"Flowing Cloud Hundred Changes!"

Li Jun roared, white qi surging around him. His figure suddenly became indistinct, as if transforming into a wispy, elusive cloud, about to flee into the distance.

Flowing Cloud Water Qi excelled at speed and change, and he was now displaying it to its absolute limit.

However, he was fast, but someone was faster.

Lu Chengze, who had been confronting Ning Shaojie without actually making a move, had his eyes flash with sharp light at this moment.

He let out a cold laugh, his figure flickered, and he blocked Li Jun's escape route.

"Patriarch Li, why the rush to leave?"

Lu Chengze formed hand seals, and a brilliant green light erupted around him.

"Green Wood Cage!"

Several thick green vines shot up from the ground. Like living creatures, they instantly intertwined to form a massive wooden cage, trapping the cloud of mist Li Jun had become.

If they were to truly fight, they were both Low-Grade Qi Refining cultivators. How could Ning Shaojie, merely at the Early Qi Refining stage, be a match for Lu Chengze, who was at the Mid Qi Refining stage?

The cloud of mist Li Jun had become thrashed within the cage, but it couldn't break through the resilient vines.

"Lu Chengze! You dare to stop me!?"

Li Jun's furious roar echoed from within the mist.

Lu Chengze, however, was unconcerned. Instead, he turned towards Mo Wenjian, who was being suppressed and forced back by Ning Yongrui, and spoke leisurely.

"Mo Wenjian, do you know why I arrived so late?"

"Because I paid your Mo Family a visit."

"Not a single person from your Mo Family escaped."

The Mo Family had long been prepared for a golden cicada's escape.

They no longer wished to struggle in the increasingly murky waters of Wanfang Lake.

They would rather pay the price of a clan elder at the peak of the Sixth Level of Qi Refining, along with some branch family members and Xiantian martial artists, to preserve their core family, flee to a distant land, and seek to rise again.

Mo Wenjian was already nearing the end of his lifespan, and now, heavily injured by Ning Yongrui, he was enraged by these words.

How could he be fooled by Lu Chengze's few words? If everyone in the Mo Family was dead, why would Lu Chengze come to him empty-handed?

"So it was your Lu Family! You're the most black-hearted one!"

Mo Wenjian's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. Thinking that his family had been targeted by the Lu Family, he was glad the Mo Family had been prepared and had secretly left Wanfang Lake!

Ignoring Ning Yongrui's Great Cold No Snow, which could freeze one's meridians, he abruptly changed direction. The remaining thirty strands of Green Lake Jade Water Qi in his body surged madly, transforming into a final strike aimed at Lu Chengze.

"I, Mo Wenjian, will die today! But your Lu Family won't have it easy either!"

"Jade Water Green Lotus!"

With a shrill roar.

A green lotus formed from pure Jade Water Qi bloomed suddenly in his palm, carrying a madness that would destroy everything, and instantly imprinted itself onto Lu Chengze.

Lu Chengze's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected Mo Wenjian to launch such a desperate, suicidal counterattack against him.

He hastily tried to dodge, but it was already too late.

The green lotus struck, directly engulfing half of Lu Chengze's body.

"Pfft!"

Lu Chengze was hit with immense force, spitting blood. The bones and flesh of half his body were corroded and dissolved by the Jade Water Green Lotus. His aura instantly weakened to its extreme, leaving him severely wounded and on the brink of death.

Just then.

A golden light flashed.

Yun Long's figure appeared at the edge of the battlefield as if teleporting.

Ning Yongrui immediately noticed and quickly pointed in Li Jun's direction.

"Patriarch Yun! Patriarch Li is over there!"

Yun Long's gaze swept over, locking onto Li Jun trapped within the Green Wood Cage.

He didn't even waste any extra words.

Taking a step forward, his figure was already outside the cage.

Golden light surged, and the Arhat phantom reappeared.

First punch!

The Green Wood Cage shattered in response, scattering wood chips everywhere.

Li Jun's face paled in shock, and just as he was about to make a move.

The second punch!

The fist wind had already arrived, and the Flowing Cloud Water Qi protecting Li Jun's body was instantly torn apart.

The third punch!

The golden fist, carrying an invincible might, landed squarely on Li Jun's chest.

"Bang!"

Li Jun's body flew backward like a tattered sack, his chest bones shattered, and his life extinguished.

Yun Long didn't even glance at Li Jun's corpse, turning his gaze instead to Mo Wenjian, who was on the verge of death with almost no Qi Refining fluctuations.

He took a step forward, arriving in front of Mo Wenjian.

It was still a single punch.

Unremarkable, yet containing ultimate power.

"Puff."

Mo Wenjian's head exploded like an overripe watermelon.

Red and white matter splattered.

Ning Yongrui and Ning Shaojie, father and son, stared blankly at the scene.

Ning Shaojie, in particular, felt a chill surge from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head. His body stiffened, and he forgot to breathe.

That was Li Jun, the head of the Li Family, at the Mid Qi Refining Stage!

That was Mo Wenjian, the Ancestor of the Mo Family, at the peak of the Sixth Level of Qi Refining!

And yet...

They were so easily dealt with by Yun Long, in three punches, one punch?

The pure, extreme killing intent emanating from Yun Long, the invincible, mighty fist intent, was deeply imprinted on their souls.

What kind of monster was this Yun Family?

The night wind, carrying a strong scent of blood, stirred the strands of hair on Yun Long's forehead.

He didn't even spare a glance at the corpses of Li Jun and Mo Wenjian on the ground.

It was as if he had casually crushed two bothersome insects.

Ning Shaojie's mind was a complete blank.

His body was stiff, his blood almost frozen.

Yun Long's gaze finally fell upon the Ning father and son nearby.

His eyes were calm and placid, yet they sent a chill from the depths of Ning Shaojie's soul.

"Too weak."

Yun Long spoke indifferently, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone present.

"I didn't expect the three major cultivation families of Wanfang Lake to be such trash."

Ning Shaojie stood there dumbfounded.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Yun Long's words were like an invisible slap, fiercely striking him, Ning Yongrui, and all the cultivators of Wanfang Lake.

Yun Long's gaze shifted to Li Jun's head, which lay not far from his feet, its eyes wide in death.

He casually kicked it.

Li Jun's head rolled, stained with blood, and stopped at Ning Yongrui's feet.

"Commander Ning."

Yun Long's voice remained calm.

"You haven't dealt with these meager individuals in over forty years."

Ning Yongrui's facial muscles twitched imperceptibly.

His pupils contracted sharply.

Yun Long continued, "Mid-Grade Qi Refining wouldn't just have this much power."

The contempt and condescension in his words struck Ning Yongrui's heart like a massive hammer.

His proud cultivation was so pathetic in the eyes of this young Yun Family head.

Yun Long's gaze didn't even linger for a moment on Lu Chengze, who was lying nearby, critically injured and on the verge of death.

He turned directly around, about to leave.

"Commander Ning, the Yun Family will not interfere with what happens next."

He spoke as he walked, his back straight as a pine tree, carrying an air of undeniable resolve.

"My Yun Family only wants cultivation techniques and secret manuals."

"Especially sword techniques from Xiantian realm martial artists. My Yun Hu can use them."

Ning Yongrui and Ning Shaojie could only watch his retreating figure.

Yun Long's footsteps didn't falter in the slightest.

"Hey, about those Three Treasures of Wanfang Lake."

His voice carried a hint of playful mockery as it drifted back.

"Commander Ning, why not unify them before redistributing?"

"You are the County Guardian of Wanfang Lake, after all."

As his voice faded, Yun Long's figure had already merged into the distant night.

He completely ignored the reactions of the people behind him.

Arrogant.

Looking down on everyone.

Ning Yongrui stood rooted to the spot, his expression shifting rapidly as he clenched his fists tightly.

Ning Shaojie felt a chill run through his entire body, as if his very bones had been frozen through.

Yun Long of the Yun Family.

This name, after tonight, would become an indelible nightmare in the hearts of all cultivators in Wanfang Lake.