Chapter 97: Raiding the Gong Clan Store.
While the city lay quiet under the shroud of night, Jun Wu and Mao Yun moved like shadows, paying visits to the Chen clan and the Lian clan.
Both clans were taught a lesson they would not soon forget.
Jun Wu did not kill them, but the punishment he delivered was merciless.
Their injuries were so grave that even with the best physicians, it would take months before they could recover.
By the time he left, their leaders understood one truth clearly—provoking Jun Wu came with a price far greater than they could afford.
After interrogating all three clans, the culprit behind the scheme became clear.
It was the Gong clan.
Jun Wu’s expression turned cold.
Without hesitation, still cloaked under the veil of night, he and Mao Yun headed toward the Gong clan’s main storehouse.
"They want to play games?" Jun Wu murmured coldly. "Then I’ll indulge them."
Standing in the shadow of a narrow alley near the pavilion, Jun Wu turned to Mao Yun and asked in a low voice.
"How many First Rated Martial Artists can you handle at once?"
Mao Yun was silent for a moment before answering. "Three... but only for a few minutes at best."
"That’s enough." Jun Wu nodded firmly. "Let’s go. Tonight, we’ll burn everything to the ground."
He was done being passive. If the Gong clan wanted war, he would give it to them.
The two moved swiftly toward the Gong pavilion.
In the past, Jun Wu would not have dared to strike directly at the Gong clan’s storehouse.
Without the Concealment Array, such an attempt would have been nothing short of suicide. But now?
Now he was confident.
With the array’s protection, he could bypass their defenses and slaughter anyone below the Master Realm.
Jun Wu cast the Concealment Array, and instantly both he and Mao Yun seemed to fade into the darkness itself, invisible to the eyes of ordinary guards.
Slowly, they approached the entrance of the pavilion, their gazes fixed on the guards stationed at the massive door.
Within a few feet of their position, Jun Wu and Mao Yun exchanged glances and gave a single nod.
Whoosh!
Jun Wu struck first, sending six wind blades slicing through the air.
Beside him, Mao Yun moved with equal swiftness, his spear gleaming coldly under the moonlight.
Before the guards could react, three were shredded into pieces by Jun Wu’s blades.
The others froze in disbelief, their bodies rooted in fear, giving Mao Yun the perfect opening.
Bang! Bang!
Like a viper, Mao Yun’s spear darted forward, cutting through two necks with ruthless precision.
Jun Wu’s second volley of wind blades followed immediately, finishing the rest.
Eight guards fell lifelessly to the cold, hard ground.
Blood seeped across the stone, pooling around their corpses.
Until their last breath, they had not even realized how they were killed.
"Move," Jun Wu said.
The two leapt over the pavilion fence and entered the backyard. Another wave of massacre began.
Jun Wu and Mao Yun cut down everyone in their path.
They did not care whether it was a guard, a servant, or a disciple—tonight, the Gong clan would drown in blood.
The slaughter quickly drew attention.
From his chambers, Gong Bo, the store manager, stepped out, confusion written across his face.
Astonishment followed almost instantly.
"Who dares attack the Gong clan?" he roared.
For decades, the Gong clan had stayed in the Mystic City with authority.
Even the Jun clan would not openly attack them without reason.
Yet here, in his very courtyard, blood stained the ground and corpses piled high.
Several guards rushed to him, panic in their eyes.
"My Lord, there are two intruders!" one shouted.
"Two?" Gong Bo was stunned.
Just two men dared to attack his clan?
What gave them the confidence?
His face darkened, fury boiling within.
This was not merely an assault—it was a humiliation.
’Has my Gong clan fallen so low that mere rats dare bare their fangs at us?’ His rage threatened to spill over.
"Don’t kill them!" Gong Bo bellowed. "Capture them alive. I’ll make sure they beg for death before the end."
But before his command could echo through the night, a series of anguished screams rang out.
"Lord... they’re here!" a trembling guard cried.
Bang!
An explosion rocked the courtyard. Gong Bo’s face twisted with rage. "What are you waiting for? Kill them!"
Three Intermediate Stage First Rated Martial Artists rushed forward to obey.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
But as they barely set foot outside the courtyard, six razor-sharp wind blades slashed toward them, while Mao Yun’s spear lunged with icy precision.
Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!
Two were instantly torn apart by Jun Wu’s attacks.
One had his arm severed, another’s chest carved open.
The third was skewered by Mao Yun’s spear before he could even scream a second time.
Jun Wu unleashed another barrage of attack, sending the guards to the afterlife without hesitation.
Before, Jun Wu might have struggled against such opponents.
But now, as an Early Stage First Rated Martial Artist, he dispatched them effortlessly.
Even peak-stage martial artists were no longer beyond his reach.
The courtyard filled with the cries of the dying.
Gong Bo’s body trembled. For the first time, he realized he had gravely underestimated his enemy.
The ground shook as the doors to the courtyard were blasted apart.
Jun Wu and Mao Yun stepped through the debris, their figures cloaked in killing intent.
When Gong Bo saw the intruder clearly, his body froze.
"J-Jun Wu..." he stammered, disbelief and terror mixing in his voice.
How could it be him?
The so-called trash of the Jun clan?
Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine Jun Wu would dare attack him, let alone with such strength.
Jun Wu sneered. He wasn’t surprised to be recognized. Many had seen him during the beast tide, and others had witnessed his rise when he opened his pavilion.
"Surprised?" Jun Wu smirked.
"Your clan has crossed my line again and again. Tonight, I’ll make sure the whole city knows what happens to anyone who dares provoke me."
For a moment, Gong Bo faltered. But then he forced himself to straighten, summoning what little courage he could muster.
"What? Just because you killed a few guards, you think you’re strong? Naive!" he shouted, though his voice cracked.
"When the masters of my clan arrive, they’ll flatten you like the insect you are!"
Jun Wu only looked at him with disdain.
"Idiot."
He raised his hand, and eight wind strikes materialized, lashing out at the three guards still standing beside Gong Bo.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In an instant, their bodies collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
The difference in strength was overwhelming. Jun Wu’s strike was absolute—an overkill.
Now alone in the courtyard, Gong Bo’s courage shattered completely.
He fell to the ground, staring up at Jun Wu as if he was looking at a monster.
"How... how did you become this powerful?" he whispered, voice trembling.
"You were supposed to be just an array master..."
But there would be no answer. The only truth awaiting for him was the afterlife.