I became the enemy of Yang Kai in Martial Peak Novel

Lang Clan – Main Hall

Within the grand hall of the Lang Clan, towering jade pillars etched with golden dragons shimmered under flickering lantern light. Crimson banners bearing the clan's emblem—an iron wolf biting the moon—fluttered faintly despite the still air. At the far end of the hall, on an elevated throne carved from ancient blackwood, sat Lang Tianhao, the current patriarch of the Lang Clan. His expression was stern, carved by decades of battle and leadership, yet shadows of concern flickered in his eyes as he listened to the council of elders seated below.

"This war does not concern us directly," said Elder Zhong, stroking his snow-white beard. "Let the great sects bleed themselves dry against the demonic hordes. We should preserve our strength."

Elder Qin, a man of sharp eyes and sharper words, snapped back, "That's shortsightedness, Elder Zhong! If the demonic sect wins and the great families fall, do you think we will be spared? Our Lang Clan will be next on their list. It is better to fight alongside the strong than die alone!"

Murmurs of agreement and discontent swirled like rising smoke. The hall filled with tension, a clash of strategies and fear, of pride and survival instinct. As the voices rose, Lang Tianhao remained unmoved, his fingers slowly drumming on the armrest of his throne—until suddenly, he froze.

The sky beyond trembled.

A cold gust swept through the hall as a deep pressure fell upon the land. Tianhao's eyes narrowed. He stood up slowly, then vanished in a blur of speed and golden light. The throne remained empty, its occupant gone like a ghost.

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Outside – Lang Clan Residence, Sky Above

The skies above the Lang Clan estate cracked with a shrill, cutting sound—as if the heavens themselves were being torn apart. A silver arc of sword qi came roaring down from the clouds, splitting the air with devastating force. It descended with terrifying speed, aimed directly at the heart of the residence.

Lang Tianhao appeared mid-air in a flash of golden light, his palm flaring with radiant spiritual energy. With a roar, he raised his hand and clashed against the descending slash, sending shockwaves rippling across the valley.

BOOM!

The collision shattered clouds, blew apart mountaintops, and flattened trees for miles. Though he deflected the attack, Tianhao was thrown back, blood spurting from his mouth. His robes were torn, and a deep gash streaked down his right arm.

Gritting his teeth, he bellowed, his voice filled with wrath and shock, "Who dares attack my Lang Clan from the skies? Show yourself if you have the courage!"

A strange stillness followed.

Then, a slender finger appeared from the void—a finger pointing directly at Lang Tianhao. From amidst the mist and clouds, a cloaked figure stepped forward. His face was concealed by a black mask, and his robes fluttered like shadows in the wind.

"I must say," the masked man spoke with a slow, arrogant drawl, "I did not expect the great Lang Tianhao could withstand a strike imbued with merely ten percent of my power. Impressive, for a provincial clan."

Tianhao's face turned pale. He cupped his fists respectfully despite the blood dripping from his lip.

"Honorable master," he said, steadying his tone, "May I ask why you would attack my family unprovoked? Has someone from the Lang Clan offended you?"

A cold breeze answered.

From behind the mask, the man's eyes glowed like cold embers.

"Did they?" Bai Xuan said, almost playfully. "Perhaps. Or perhaps I'm merely pruning the weak from the cultivation world, one clan at a time."

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Above Lang Clan

Suspended in the skies over the Lang Clan estate, the masked figure of Bai Xuan hovered like a sovereign shadow. Wind coiled around him unnaturally, as if the heavens themselves bent to his presence. His robe fluttered in the wind, and the cold glint in his eyes pierced even the thick mist blanketing the valley below.

"I offered your clan a path to greatness," Bai Xuan spoke, his voice smooth yet laced with quiet menace. "I gave you the chance to become my subordinate. In return, I would have raised your name to stand among the five great families. Wealth, glory, longevity—everything you've ever dreamed of would've been within your grasp."

He paused, letting the silence settle like falling ash.

"But instead… you've chosen death."

Patriarch Lang Tianhao spat blood to the side and raised his sword. Fury burned in his eyes as he replied with a thunderous voice, "Impossible! The Lang Clan may fall, but we shall never bow. I would rather perish than kneel before a masked coward!"

With a wave of his hand, he shouted toward the hall, "Elders! Assemble!"

From every corner of the estate, flashes of light ascended into the sky. The Elders of the Lang Clan, cloaked in their ceremonial armor and wielding their ancestral swords, took to the air and circled their patriarch. In perfect harmony, they began to chant in an ancient tongue, their qi resonating across the mountains.

With a boom, the sky turned golden as the Lang Clan's Grand Defensive Formation activated—a colossal dome of glowing runes and spiritual energy enveloped the estate, shielding it like an iron fortress.

Then came their trump card.

"Form the array!" Tianhao bellowed.

The elders formed a circle, their swords glowing with divine essence as they initiated their deadliest technique—The Demon Suppression Sword Formation, a revered array passed down for generations. Mystic runes spun around their blades, and from their unity rose a giant spectral sword, glowing red-gold and humming with the power to suppress even ancient demons.

Tianhao pointed his sword toward Bai Xuan and declared, voice trembling with fury, "You dare threaten my Lang Clan and expect our submission? Then know this—today, you will leave behind your corpse as a warning to all who underestimate the Lang bloodline!"

A low, amused chuckle escaped from Bai Xuan's lips beneath the mask.

"Oh?" he said, his eyes flashing. "You think I came here today unprepared? You still don't understand, do you?"

As the last syllable left his mouth, the very earth beneath the Lang Clan estate pulsed with a deep, ominous hum. Crimson lines appeared in the ground, glowing brighter with each breath—runes long hidden beneath the soil, rocks, and buildings.

Then it erupted.

BOOM.

A wave of scarlet light surged outward, and the air grew thick with the scent of iron. The sky darkened, turning a shade of blood-red as a terrifying aura descended upon the valley. Panic spread like wildfire across the estate.

"This... This aura…!" one elder gasped.

Bai Xuan raised a single hand, and the earth answered him. "Blood Core Mysterious Formation—awaken."

A massive, intricate formation burst forth from the ground, engulfing the entire Lang Clan. Its core pulsed like a beating heart—feeding on the blood of those within its boundary.

Screams began to echo.

The protective formation shattered like fragile glass.

The elders' sword formation faltered mid-air as the color drained from their faces—literally. Blood began leaking from their mouths, noses, eyes, and even their pores. Their cultivation energy twisted, drained against their will.

"My blood…! It's being pulled—" cried one elder.

Another screamed, "No… It's a Mystery-grade formation! Only a Grand Formation Master can create this! Even a peak sixth stage cultivator would be powerless once it starts feeding!"

Lang Tianhao's sword trembled in his grasp as he felt his qi spiral out of control. His blood rebelled against his own body, abandoning him in streams of crimson mist.

"You… monster…!" he growled, staggering in the air.

Bai Xuan descended slowly, his hand still raised in command. "I warned you," he said with chilling serenity. "Refusal has its price."

As the formation roared to life in full, crimson lotuses bloomed in the air—each one formed by the blood essence of a Lang Clan member. The ground was painted with their sacrifice, and the once proud estate crumbled under the weight of their arrogance.

Bai Xuan whispered, voice cold as eternal night:

"From this day forward, let the world remember—there is no more Lang Clan."

When Bai Xuan is going to destroy the Lang family suddenly a female voice appear.She requested,'No, please show marcy.You are so strong so how can you bully the weaker."

To be continued....