After being violently beaten, Lu Zhantian was still alive, though his twisted face was filled with deep fear. He never imagined that, as a Super Mage, he would be so utterly helpless in front of Lu Jun.
Thinking back to the miserable state of his younger brother, Lu Yilin, he suddenly realized his entire bloodline must have kicked an iron plate that should never have been provoked.
Still trying to struggle, he coughed up blood and hoarsely shouted, "What are you all waiting for? Attack him now!"
Only then did the twenty-plus direct-line Inquisition members awaken from their stupor. They rushed forward to encircle Lu Jun, laying down a heavenly net. The skies were full of Mages.
One of the Lu Clan disciples stepped forward. Lu Xuefeng, shouting fiercely though inwardly terrified, said, "Lu Jun, have you gone mad? Attacking the Chief Inquisitor without authorization is a grave crime! You’re finished, do you understand? Release Inquisitor Lu immediately!"
At this moment, Dean Xiao, Director Fu, and even the student Mages who had been blocking the North Mountain Inquisition finally came to their senses.
Director Fu quickly said, "Chief Lu, don’t act impulsively. Ding Yumian is fine. If you really kill him, you’ll be cutting yourself off from all of Nine Provinces!"
With someone leading the way, most people gathered the courage to try persuading him.
Only Dean Xiao remained silent. Stroking his beard with admiration on his face wasn’t every peerless powerhouse forged through a path of slaughter? What’s the big deal about eliminating a corrupt Inquisitor? The situation was far from as serious as they feared.
Hearing this, Lu Jun remained unmoved, coldly sweeping his gaze across the sky full of Inquisition members.
Suddenly, Lu Zhantian realized what he was about to do and screamed, "Retreat now! Go get my father, Councilman Lu Xin!"
Everyone froze for a moment, and then their vision turned blood-red. Heaven and earth were dyed crimson. One after another, the Inquisition members in the sky stiffened, then violently exploded into brilliant bursts of blood, blooming like grotesque flowers. Blood rained from the sky.
Through the red-tinted world, the blood appeared black, exuding a sacred aura of vengeance.
More than half of the Inquisition members perished instantly. The few who barely survived stood frozen in terror, their faces soaked with the blood of their comrades, chunks of flesh clinging to their robes.
"Aaah!!" Even Inquisition members known for their strong mental fortitude screamed, trembling and fleeing in all directions.
Lu Jun paid no attention to the survivors. He had never been one to slaughter indiscriminately. Using mental sensing combined with Psychic Reading, he identified the Lu Clan’s direct-line members among the Inquisition and eliminated only those with malevolent intent.
He activated a thought. Curse Element and Space Element combined precision assassinations. Not a single one escaped. To him, a group of Middle-tier Mages was utterly fragile.
Everyone watching nearby was splashed with blood. Their legs weakened and trembled. None of them had expected Lu Jun would really dare to kill.
"So ruthless. I thought Lu Jun was already insane for killing the new students tied to the Black Vatican during the school opening, but this... this is on a whole other level."
At that moment, the White Tiger traits on Lu Jun’s body slowly faded away. He exited his Ascension state. In less than half a minute, half of the magical energy in his spiritual world had been consumed. He still had another big fight ahead, so he needed to conserve energy.
He lowered his gaze to the incapacitated Lu Zhantian below, his expression emotionless. Just a mere single-element Super Mage. He had only just stepped into the realm, not even familiar with Super Magic casting, and it was Wind Element hardly known for its killing power. Being defeated by the Ascension White Tiger was completely expected.
"So you’re the one who came up with the plan to target Ding Yumian... even involving her family. Very well. I’ll slaughter your entire family."
Lu Jun’s voice was cruel, his eyes gleaming with black and red light. A tear in midair opened into the Underworld, and black-red spider silk descended.
Amid Lu Zhantian’s shrieks, his soul was forcibly torn from his body and cast into the Curse Well dimension, subjected to eternal torment.
Lu Jun then slowly walked to the mutilated remains of the now-mindless Lu Yilin, lifted him with one hand, and turned to the crowd to ask, "Where is the Lu Clan’s stronghold?"
His words shocked everyone. Was he not going to stop even now? Marching straight into a clan’s main stronghold? That bold?
The person questioned stammered, "In the suburb town of Manye."
Upon hearing this, Lu Jun turned and left, his steps firm and resolute, disappearing into the darkness heading directly toward the Lu Clan stronghold.
After several hours of delay, the Lu Clan finally received word.
Councilman Lu Xin was a middle-aged man with a wooden expression. One piece of bad news after another arrived, and he hoarsely asked in a deep voice, "Yilin and Zhantian... have they really both perished?"
A trembling subordinate beside him answered, ""Yes, both have unfortunately died."
Lu Xin remained silent for a moment, the veins on his forehead bulging violently, his fists clenched tightly. Suddenly, he slammed the table and roared at the elders and subordinates around him, "What are you all doing?! Go get rid of Lu Jun right now!"
"He’s already killed his way to our doorstep. I want him buried with my sons!"
As his voice fell, the elders fell silent, then quickly exited to dispatch people to intercept.
Inside the room, Lu Xin had long gone mad after the deaths of his two sons. After a moment of contemplation, he called his elder brother Lu Kun: "Hello, big brother, Zhantian and Yi Lin..."
"Enough, don’t say another word."
To his surprise, Lu Kun on the other end of the line interrupted him coldly, saying, "Lu Xin, you’ve disappointed me deeply. Even if you desperately wanted Lu Yi Lin in the National Team, you shouldn’t have resorted to such means."
"The higher-ups are furious. The Lu Family has suffered heavy losses. As for your side, I will not get involved. Not only that, I’ve already transferred all the Super-tier members of the Lu Family away. The mess your branch made your branch will bear the consequences."
Lu Kun finished in one breath, then paused and added, "All I can do is use my connections to plead for your life. But that’s only if you no longer target Lu Jun."
With that, the call ended decisively.
Lu Xin stood there, face twisted, clenching his teeth until blood oozed out, roaring, "I’m not willing!"
On the other side, Lu Jun was carrying Lu Yi Lin’s mangled corpse and walking openly on the street. Pedestrians on the bustling roads screamed and fled upon seeing him. Various videos were captured and spread across the internet.
Public opinion began to surge, gradually connecting with the street battle in the Imperial Capital.
Lu Jun was unaware. As he walked, his steps suddenly paused the ground beneath him abruptly split open, and an Earth Element Mage’s hands reached out, trying to grab his legs with a twisted grin, intending to drag him underground to suffocate him alive.
Unfortunately, Lu Jun’s psychic perception was sharp. He dodged in advance and said coldly, "So you’ve finally come."
The next moment, a piercing whistle rang out as the air split apart. A black-gold sword light descended from the sky, piercing straight through the Lu Family mage from head to toe like a skewer.
Then, Lu Jun slightly turned his body. The windows of the shops on both sides shattered as two figures shot out.
Wind Element and Shadow Element Mages flickered like phantoms, wielding poisoned magical daggers, attacking from both sides in a pincer strike toward Lu Jun.
The black-gold sword light flickered, splitting into two Black-Gold Dragon Patterned Swords. One left, one right they precisely intercepted the two incoming daggers.
The two Lu Family assassins retreated while speaking rapidly, "Be careful, it’s that target’s special ancient magic weapon!"
Just as their words fell, they felt a chill on their necks. Covering their throats, they let out hoarse gasps and collapsed limply, already lifeless.
Lu Jun flicked the Tai’a Sword in his hand. A cold gleam formed a blossom of sword light, flinging off the blood.
Effortlessly eliminating three mages, he remained expressionless, holding onto Lu Yi Lin’s corpse with one arm as he continued stepping toward the Lu Family’s main stronghold.
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