Arrogant

Li Jun had never sincerely come to help the Mo Family.

Seeing that Ning Yongrui's side held overwhelming power, he had merely wanted to join forces with Mo Wenjian and stall the Ning Family for the time being, giving Li Yuan and Li Jiao a chance to fish in troubled waters in the Yun Clan's rear courtyard.

Who could have expected that plans would fail to keep pace with change?

Li Yuan and Li Jiao had actually been dealt with so cleanly and decisively by Yun Long.

"Flowing Cloud Hundred Changes!"

Li Jun roared furiously. White currents of Qi surged around him, and his figure suddenly blurred, as though he had transformed into a shifting cloud of mist, about to flee into the distance.

Flowing Cloud Water Qi excelled most at speed and transformation, and he had pushed it to its utmost limit now.

Yet while he was fast, someone was faster.

Lu Chengze of the Lu Family, who had been confronting Ning Shaojie all along without truly making a move, had a sharp glint flash through his eyes.

With a cold sneer, his figure flickered, and he blocked Li Jun's escape route.

"Li Family Head, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Lu Chengze formed hand seals with both hands, and azure light surged brilliantly around him.

"Green Wood Cage!"

Several thick azure vines burst from the ground. Like living creatures, they instantly intertwined into a massive wooden cage, trapping the cloud mist Li Jun had become within.

If they truly fought, both being Low-Grade Qi Refining cultivators, how could Ning Shaojie, with his mere early Qi Refining cultivation, possibly be a match for Lu Chengze, who was at the Mid Qi Refining Stage?

The cloud mist Li Jun had become rammed left and right within the cage, yet he could never break through the resilient vines.

"Lu Chengze! You dare stop me?!"

Li Jun's furious roar came from within the cloud mist.

Lu Chengze paid it no mind. Instead, he turned toward Mo Wenjian, who was being forced back step by step under Ning Yongrui's suppression, and spoke leisurely.

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

"Because I took a stroll through your Mo Family."

"Not a single one of your Mo Family members got away."

The Mo Family had actually long since prepared to shed their shell like a golden cicada.

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

They would rather pay the price of an elder at the peak of the Sixth Level of Qi Refining, along with some collateral branch clansmen and Xiantian martial artists.

They would preserve the core of their Lineage, flee far away, and seek to rise again after making a comeback.

Mo Wenjian's lifespan had already been nearing its end, and now he had been heavily injured by Ning Yongrui. Upon hearing this, his fury attacked his heart even more fiercely.

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

"So it was your Lu Family! You're the truly black-hearted ones!"

Mo Wenjian's eyes turned bloodshot, and he looked like a mad demon. The ones who had wanted to steal from his Household had actually been the Lu Family! Fortunately, the Mo Family had long prepared and secretly left Wanfang Lake!

Ignoring Ning Yongrui's Great Cold No Snow, which was enough to freeze his meridians, he abruptly changed direction. The thirty remaining strands of Green Lake Jade Water Qi within him surged wildly, transforming into his final strike as he lunged at Lu Chengze.

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

"Jade Water Green Lotus!"

A shrill howl rang out.

An azure lotus condensed from pure Jade Water Qi suddenly bloomed in his palm. Carrying madness that sought to destroy everything, it instantly struck toward Lu Chengze.

Lu Chengze's expression changed drastically. He had never expected Mo Wenjian to launch such a desperate final counterattack against him.

He hurriedly tried to evade, but it was already too late.

The green lotus descended, directly shrouding half of Lu Chengze's body.

"Pfft!"

Lu Chengze was struck as if by a heavy blow, violently spraying blood. The bones and flesh of half his body were corroded and dissolved by the Jade Water Green Lotus, and his aura instantly withered to its lowest point. He was gravely injured and on the verge of death.

Just then.

A streak of golden light flashed.

Yun Long's figure appeared at the edge of the battlefield as though he had teleported.

Ning Yongrui immediately noticed him and hastily pointed toward Li Jun.

"Yun Family Head! The Li Family Head is over there!"

Yun Long swept his gaze over the scene and locked onto Li Jun, who was trapped in the Green Wood Cage.

He did not even waste words.

Taking one step, he was already outside the cage.

Golden light surged, and the phantom of an Arhat appeared once more.

First punch!

The Green Wood Cage shattered on impact, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Li Jun's face drained of color as he was about to react.

Second punch!

The force of the fist had already arrived, instantly tearing apart the protective cloud mist formed by the Flowing Cloud Water Qi around Li Jun's body.

Third punch!

The golden fist, carrying an unmatched might, landed squarely against Li Jun's chest.

"Bang!"

Li Jun's body flew backward like a tattered sack. His breastbone was completely shattered, and his life force was extinguished.

Yun Long did not even look at Li Jun's corpse. Instead, he turned toward Mo Wenjian, whose breath was faint and who had almost no Qi Refining fluctuations left.

He took one step and arrived before Mo Wenjian.

It was still just one punch.

Ordinary and unremarkable, yet containing ultimate power.

"Pfft."

Mo Wenjian's head exploded like an overripe watermelon.

Red and white matter splattered everywhere.

Ning Yongrui and Ning Shaojie stood there blankly, staring at the scene.

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

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

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

And yet...

Yun Long had simply dealt with them so lightly—with three punches and one punch?

The utterly pure killing aura around Yun Long, along with that incomparably fierce fist intent, branded itself deeply into their souls.

What kind of monster was this Yun Clan?

The night wind carried a thick stench of blood as it stirred the hair before Yun Long's forehead.

He did not even glance once at Li Jun and Mo Wenjian's corpses on the ground.

It was as though he had merely crushed two irritating insects to death.

Ning Shaojie's mind was completely blank.

His body was stiff, and his blood seemed nearly frozen solid.

Yun Long's gaze finally fell upon the Ning father and son not far away.

That gaze was calm and unruffled, yet it made Ning Shaojie feel a chill rising from the depths of his soul.

"Too weak."

Yun Long spoke indifferently. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached every person present.

"I never expected the three great Cultivation Families of Wanfang Lake to all be this sort of trash."

Ning Shaojie stood there dumbly.

He opened his mouth, but not a sound came out.

Yun Long's words were like an invisible slap, viciously striking Ning Shaojie, Ning Yongrui, and every cultivator of Wanfang Lake across the face.

Yun Long shifted his gaze toward Li Jun's head, whose eyes remained open in death, lying not far from his feet.

He casually kicked it.

Li Jun's head rolled through the blood and grime before stopping beside Ning Yongrui's feet.

"Commander Ning."

Yun Long's voice remained even.

"With just these scraps, you still haven't resolved things after more than forty years."

Ning Yongrui's cheek muscles twitched almost imperceptibly.

His pupils abruptly contracted.

Yun Long continued, "How could Mid-Grade Qi Refining possess only this much power?"

The contempt and instruction in those words made Ning Yongrui feel as though a massive hammer had smashed viciously into his heart.

The cultivation he had been so proud of was actually so worthless in the eyes of this young Yun Family Head.

Yun Long's gaze did not linger even for a moment on Lu Chengze nearby, who was barely alive and gravely injured to the point of death.

He directly turned around and began to leave.

"Commander Ning, the Yun Clan will not interfere in what comes next."

He spoke as he walked. His back was straight as a pine, carrying an unquestionable resolve.

"My Yun Clan only wants cultivation manuals and secret texts."

"Especially the sword techniques of Xiantian realm martial artists. My Yun Hu has use for them."

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

Yun Long's steps did not pause in the slightest.

"Oh, and those so-called Three Treasures of Wanfang Lake."

His voice carried a hint of teasing mockery as it drifted over.

"Why doesn't Commander Ning unify them first, then distribute them?"

"You are the commander of Wanfang Lake, after all."

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

He paid no heed whatsoever to the reactions of those behind him.

Arrogant.

Looking down on everyone.

Ning Yongrui stood where he was, his expression shifting unpredictably as he clenched his fists tightly.

Ning Shaojie only felt cold all over, as though even his marrow had been frozen through.

Yun Clan Yun Long.

After tonight, this name would become an inescapable nightmare in the hearts of every cultivator in Wanfang Lake.