What’s the purpose of the battle?
How will one handle the aftermath and gains of the battle?
How will the future develop?
But tonight!
Nangong Jin broke this implicit rule.
He set aside the courtesy expected of a Foundation Establishment True Cultivist, disregarded the immense threat of the enemy, and armed with a defensive magic item, started slaying lower order cultivators indiscriminately.
Moreover, he didn’t care the slightest bit about the rogue cultivators from Liuguang District who were besieging the Nangong Family.
He was specifically targeting the Bo Family’s cultivators!
And he, Bo Lun, was completely unable to stop him.
Those who had defensive magic items, he was unable to kill them in a short time, at most causing severe injuries.
By the time he would be able to kill them, there would be barely any Bo Family cultivators left.
By that point, even if his Bo Family would be able to annihilate the Nangong Family, what would be the point?
"No wonder you let your son run first... you wanted to ensure that your Nangong Family has a surviving heir in case everything goes south!"
Bo Lun let out a bitter laugh, his trembling body gradually coming to a halt.
Nangong Jin wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression ferocious.
"You forced me into this!"
At that moment, he had no calculations, no hesitation.
All he had was the ruthless determination to go down with his enemies in a struggle to the death if necessary!
"What will you do now?"
Bo Lun looked at the heads of the Bo Family cultivators on the ground, their eyes still wide open in shock and confusion.
In just this short moment, more than thirty people had died under Nangong Jin’s sword.
These were all the elites of his Bo Family!
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Let’s end this!"
"Stop!"
With that authoritative command, the Bo Family clan members who had been attacking the Nangong Family cultivators immediately ceased their actions.
However, the rogue cultivators from Liuguang District who were like calamity cultivators had bloodshot eyes and didn’t heed him.
They even started to quarrel over the spoils of war.
"I said, STOP!"
Bo Lun opened his eyes, and his flying sword shot out like a beam of light.
Whoosh!
Chh! Chh! Chh!
Wherever it went, lower order rogue cultivators were pierced through the chest.
Even when it had exhausted its energy, it still managed to pierce through the bodies of three people.
Thud!
The sword’s tip plunged into the ground, with the three bodies skewered on it like a shish kebab.
At this moment, the rogue cultivators from Liuguang District were completely sobered up.
They looked at Bo Lun in horror.
"Senior Bo..."
"Scram!"
With a low growl from Bo Lun, these opportunistic rogue cultivators scattered like birds.
Seeing this, Nangong Jin flew back to the Nangong Family’s previous camp.
However, after tidying up the situation, only a dozen or so members of the Nangong Family were still alive.
There were no regular folks!
There were no early or middle stage Qi Refinement cultivators.
Only those in the late stage of Qi Refinement remained.
Though they were outnumbered severalfold, each Nangong Family Qi Refinement cultivator faced two to three enemies.
Morever, all their enemies were rogue cultivators experienced in battle.
How could they resist?
His eyes red, his body shaking.
Nangong Jin clenched his teeth persistently as he stared at Bo Lun, his gaze seemingly wanting to gouge out Bo Lun’s heart.
"You’ve had enough?"
Bo Lun, panting heavily and filled with hatred, glared back at him.
"Let’s each take care of our own clan’s corpses. Let’s end this battle here."
Just like that, a big battle, that was as if a farce, ended so anticlimactically.
However.
Before leaving, Bo Lun, spitting out hateful words, said, "Nangong Jin, you won’t be able to run. Huo Hu has set his eyes on your defensive magic item. The Huo Family isn’t as reasonable as I, Bo Lun."
The Huo Family!
Nangong Jin’s heart shuddered.
But he muttered, showing no sign of weakness.
"If Huo Hu wants to come, I’ll be waiting. Bo Lun, remember the grudge of this day. The Nangong Family will remember it."
"Hmph, the next time we meet, I’ll make sure the Nangong name is wiped out!"
After the exchange of threats, neither side wanted to spare the other another glance.
Nangong Jin, suppressing the grief and anger in his heart, supported his waist with one hand and spoke with a hunched body.
"Quickly gather the belongings. We leave immediately."
"But Clan Chief, what about the corpses of our clan members?"
"Burn it all!"
It wasn’t long before half a cup of tea would have cooled when the remaining clan members had collected the remaining personal belongings and some spoils as quickly as they could.
Then they got on the flying boat.
Standing on the flying boat, Nangong Jin looked at the mound of corpses below. These were individuals of his own bloodline!
Pressing his bleeding lips together, he let loose a Foundation Establishment True Flame.
Flames raged, instantly illuminating the land shrouded in moonlight.
The thick scent of charred flesh, accompanied by the weeping eyes of the Nangong Family cultivators, drifted away.
With a resentful glance at the far-off Liuguang District, Nangong Jin closed his eyes.
"We leave!"