Wu Tianjun and his group stood before a spacious estate bearing the sign of the Jun family. This was the headquarters of one of the four most powerful clans in Guanxing City.
Outside the Jun family estate, quite a few powerful cultivators were watching closely. They knew that the Jun family was currently facing the threat of total annihilation, all because their young master, Jun Wuyuan, had offended a mysterious youth!
"This humble one, Jun Renyi, greets you, fellow Daoists!" As soon as Wu Tianjun and his group arrived, a crowd emerged from the Jun estate. The elderly man leading them bowed and spoke; surprisingly, he was a cultivator of the First-stage Divine Realm.
"Hmph! Cut the chatter. Our Young Master only wants Jun Wuyuan's life. Hand him over," Mo Lian said coldly. On their way here, Wu Tianjun had instructed them to address him as "Young Master" from now on.
"This..." Jun Renyi hesitated, caught in a difficult position. If they allowed someone to come to their doorstep and execute their Young Clan Master, how could the Jun family ever show their faces in public again?
"Hehe! I was just looking for an excuse to wipe out your entire Jun family," one of the Saint Gods sneered.
"Sir! This is the territory of the Yan family. If you commit murder here, I am afraid the Yan family will not stand for it," a cultivator at the peak of the First-stage Divine Realm said as he stepped through the air toward them. He appeared to be the City Lord of Guanxing City.
"Heh! The Yan family? Let them try to interfere first, then we'll talk," another Saint God said with a bizarre chuckle.
"Young Master, this..." Jiang Wu was somewhat at a loss. Wu Tianjun did not wish to commit a massacre, yet there seemed to be no shortage of people eager to seek their own deaths.
"Hmph! Make it quick. I will not go back on my word to kill Jun Wuyuan. Anyone who stands in the way—kill them!" Wu Tianjun said, his voice laced with a trace of chill.
"Understood!" One of the Saint Gods eagerly volunteered and stepped forward. "Who do you think you are, daring to stand above me? Get down here!" He glared at the peak First-stage Divine Realm cultivator in the air and swept his hand. Instantly, the City Lord felt as though he had been struck by a massive force, dragged violently from the sky and slammed straight into the ground.
*Boom!* He crashed through several buildings, leaving a massive crater in his wake, his fate unknown.
"Now, back to you! Hand over Jun Wuyuan, and your Jun family will be spared from annihilation." This was not usually the Saint God's style, but he had no choice. The Young Master did not want to slaughter entire clans. It seemed that because the Young Master's own family had suffered a similar tragedy, he did not wish to inflict it upon others.
"Ah! Your Excellency, please wait..." Jun Renyi cried out in terror. "Bring him out!" He was referring to Jun Wuyuan.
"Ancestor... spare me!" Jun Wuyuan was dragged out from the crowd by a middle-aged man, weeping and begging. But when he saw his ancestor's fierce glare, he immediately shut his mouth and turned to Wu Tianjun. "Young Master Wutian, please spare my life! I will never offend you again..." Jun Wuyuan fell to his knees, begging desperately.
"Save your breath. I gave you a chance, but you refused to take it. Now, you must bear the consequences," Wu Tianjun said indifferently. "Kill him. I don't want to dirty my hands." He turned to the Saint God powerhouse.
"Yes, Young Master!" the Saint God replied solemnly. He then turned to Jun Wuyuan with a smirk. "Hehe! To die at my hands is your good fortune..." The Saint God chuckled. He hadn't killed anyone in twenty thousand years, and now his target was an ant so minuscule it was almost laughable.
"Young Master Wutian, could you perhaps spare his life?" A clear, melodious female voice suddenly rang out. The newcomers were the three young women Wu Tianjun had met in the Jufu Pavilion, and the speaker was the girl named Qingqing.
"Ah, it's you again... This is the second time you've tried to stop me, isn't it? My dear sister, why on earth should I spare him?" Wu Tianjun asked, looking at her with mild amusement.
"It is not for any particular reason. He is one of the preparatory students from the Six Demon Star for our Martial God Academy, and he will be enrolling in a few months. I cannot let him die here." Mentioning the Martial God Academy, she seemed proud, her voice filled with confidence. She believed that as long as she brought up the name of the Martial God Academy, he would show some respect and spare Jun Wuyuan.
"The Martial God Academy..." Wu Zixian trembled when he heard this name. It seemed that girl, Qingqing, was indeed the descendant of his old friend, and she had even joined the Martial God Academy...
Hearing the name of the Martial God Academy, even the Sacred Gods felt a bit uneasy. Although they weren't exactly afraid of the academy, it was, after all, one of the twelve super forces of the Human Race!
"Ha! Isn't he just a preparatory student? Even if he were an official disciple, anyone who offends me must die!" Yu Tianjun said coldly. To think she was trying to intimidate him with her backing.
"Hmph! You are an official student of the Martial God Academy? And yet you're shielding such a vile person?" Wu Zixian suddenly snorted coldly. He had always been quite mild-mannered before this.
"He is about to become an official student anyway, the academy will..." Before Miss Qingqing could finish, a gust of wind cut her off.
"So noisy! If you interfere in this matter again, don't blame me for being ruthless." Yu Tianjun suddenly moved in front of Qingqing, lightly brushing her aside with his hand, and walked up to Jun Wuyuan. "Don't get your hopes up. The Martial God Academy cannot save you!" Yu Tianjun looked coldly at Jun Wuyuan. Since he had spoken, he should resolve this quickly.
"Ah! You can't kill him..." Qingqing cried out in panic. She hurriedly threw out a jade slip, quickly formed several hand seals, and pushed them into the slip. The jade slip shattered, forming a giant golden fist that blasted toward Yu Tianjun. It was actually a sealed strike from a peak Divine Venerable. The process was so fast that the surrounding experts didn't even have time to react.
"Ah..." Qingqing cried out in shock. She hadn't wanted this strike to hit Yu Tianjun directly. Moreover, the power of the fist was immense; she feared many innocent people would be caught in the crossfire.
"Not good! A strike from a peak Divine Venerable..." Mo Lian gasped in shock and rushed toward Yu Tianjun, but it was already too late. At the same time, the other experts also lunged toward Yu Tianjun, but they were all too slow.
"Peak Divine Venerable..." Seeing the golden fist hurtling toward him, Yu Tianjun immediately let his Demon Infant take control of his body. His cultivation realm instantly surged to the mid-stage Divine Lord level, and he swung his fist. "Overturning Demon Fist!" Yu Tianjun roared. This was one of the ultimate techniques inherited from the Archaic Demon Lineage.
"Boom!!!" A figure was forced back more than thirty zhang before finally coming to a halt.
"Cough! Cough! Very good!" Yu Tianjun coughed up blood. Wiping the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, he spoke. This was only the second time in his life that he had bled.
"Young Master! Are you alright?" Mo Lian asked anxiously upon seeing Yu Tianjun cough up blood. At the same time, he was incredibly shocked. The strike from the Divine Venerable just now was no simple matter, containing sixty percent of its power, yet it had only lightly injured the Young Master. He had only been heavily injured because he used his own strength to block it head-on to prevent the people around him from being caught in the blast.
"Young Master..." the others also said anxiously.
"Do you want to die?" Yu Tianjun said coldly, then leaped into the air and lunged toward Qingqing. At this moment, his cultivation was actually only at the late-stage of the First Order Divine Realm. His Demon Infant had been heavily injured and had likely fallen into a deep slumber!
"Young Master! Please show mercy..." Wu Zixian hurriedly cried out, shielding Qingqing.
"Are you trying to rebel...?" Wu Tianjun said coldly.
"You dare betray the Young Master?" Mo Lian also stepped forward, questioning Wu Zixuan in a cold voice. For him to actually dare protect someone who had just tried to kill the Young Master—if that wasn't rebellion, what was?
"Boss Wu! You..." Jiang Yu also stepped forward, his eyes cold as he stared at Wu Zixuan. The remaining few people then gathered behind Wu Tianjun, all glaring coldly at Wu Zixuan. As they did, their auras erupted, quickly enveloping the entire Lumo Star before continuing to sweep out into the starry sky, making the atmosphere oppressively terrifying.
"Young Master! I am not rebelling. I beg you to spare her life. You saw it yourself just now—she didn't do it on purpose." Wu Zixuan quickly explained. He had no intention of rebelling. To a cultivator, a vow was of utmost importance. He had sworn to follow the Young Master for ten thousand years; if he broke his oath, he would likely suffer from inner demons on his path of cultivation. That was a catastrophic tribulation for any cultivator.
"Hmph! If the Young Master weren't so powerful, would you even be standing here talking?" Mo Lian snorted coldly. Even with Wu Zixuan there, he was determined to kill that young girl, Qingqing.
"Exactly! If the Young Master didn't possess heaven-defying capabilities, would you still be able to speak?" Jiang Yu added, his voice filled with cold anger.
"Not on purpose, you say...?" Wu Tianjun said coldly. He waved his hand, grabbing the trembling Jun Wuyuan. "You can die now." With a squeeze of his hand, a ball of white flame erupted. In less than a breath, Jun Wuyuan vanished into nothingness.
Everyone present shuddered. At this moment, on the entire Lumo Star, the only ones who could still move were probably Wu Tianjun's group and Qingqing, who was being shielded behind Wu Zixuan.
"If I hadn't been able to withstand that strike just now, who would have demanded justice for me? So what if it wasn't on purpose? Even if it was unintentional, what of it? Since they posed a threat to my life, did you really think I would let them live?" Wu Tianjun said, staring coldly at Wu Zixuan.
"I..." Qingqing did not know what to say to help Wu Zixuan. She realized how terrifyingly powerful this group of people was—so powerful that even her grandfather was far from their level.
"Young Master... I have no excuses," Wu Zixuan muttered, at a complete loss for words.
"Give me a reason," Wu Tianjun demanded coldly. Wu Zixuan would not have stood in his way without a good reason.