Super War God in the City

Facing the angry rebuke of Lan Xingyuan, core figures like Jia Qingsheng from the Zhu Rong Lineage felt a knot of conflict in their hearts; whether to capitulate or to fight, they found themselves trapped between a rock and a hard place.

Elder Canye took a deep breath, recognizing that in the game of thrones, there was little more to say, and he was the first to break the silence.

"Sect Hierarch, I was beguiled by Master Dong and did not come to force an abdication or commit treason..." Canye cleared his throat and began to explain.

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding Jia Qingsheng and others immediately had their expressions change dramatically, inwardly cursing their luck, feeling their hearts sink to the bottom of the valley.

Without Canye's support, they had lost their last crutch; the group exchanged glances, took a deep breath in unison, and were about to submit.

If Lan Xingyuan had not broken through to the God Realm, they might have harbored a glimmer of hope for resistance, but with even those of the Half-step Divine Realm being annihilated in an instant, any defiance from them, at the peak of martial Wuxuan, would mean certain death.

However, before they could make their stance clear, they saw Lan Xingyuan sneer coldly, "Rebellion is rebellion, there are no excuses; today, all accomplices in this treachery shall be put to death without mercy!"

Lan Xingyuan underwent a transformation, and a killing intent emerged. Over the years, facing those harboring rebellious thoughts, he had felt both physically and mentally drained and humiliated.

Today, with Ling Fan's assistance, he stepped into the God Realm in one fell swoop, suddenly experiencing a feeling of control over heaven and earth. He vowed to recover all the humiliations and the dignity of the Sect Hierarch of yesteryear!

For years the prestige of the Wushen Lineage, and even the Sect Hierarch's authority, had been destroyed by challenges, and that regal presence had to be reforged with blood!

"Whoosh!"

Lan Xingyuan's form surged forth, his weapon forcefully slashing through the air, and merely the momentum itself caused the atmosphere to explode under the pressure.

Seeing this, Canye's face changed suddenly, "Sect Hierarch, you..."

"A traitor's only redemption is death!" Lan Xingyuan declared, his aura becoming ferocious.

Elder Canye's heart trembled, regretting that he had listened to Dong Yanghua's words and came to this point. Instantly realizing there was no time for further thought, he could only fight back and defend himself!

In the blink of an eye, the two of them confronted each other, energy thrashing about, turning the battlefield into a doomsday scene with flying sand and stones.

The intense explosions from the great battle sent shockwaves of energy pulsing through the area, leveling the ground where they passed, and the onlookers unconsciously retreated even farther.

"Swish!"

"Boom~"

After three moves, Lan Xingyuan executed Canye with a single strike of his sword!

With an expression of unyielding anger in death, Canye collapsed to the ground, proving that the God Realm, a watershed for a martial artist, was, by far, not within the reach of those in the Half-step Divine Realm.

As the third being of the Half-step Divine Realm perished on the spot, Jia Qingsheng and other peak masters of the Zhu Rong Lineage weakened at the knees, 'thud' fell to the ground!

From a distance, the disciples of the Zhu Rong Lineage turned pale as if they were mourning, with Junior Peak Masters like Jia Qian and Lu Tianhe slumping to the ground, their minds in a daze!

The Wushen Lineage disciples watched as the Sect Hierarch purged the treacherous from within, all surrendering on their knees, feeling unspeakably exhilarated and overjoyed.

Cheers and shouts rose and fell in waves, the sound echoing over Wushen Peak, thunderous and unrelenting.

Ling Fan stood quietly on one side, watching the scene unfold before him. This was an internal affair of the Witchcraft Sect, and there was no need for him to intervene.

However, he did approve of Lan Xingyuan's decisive and ruthless action in his heart; the ways of an emperor should indeed be so!

"Hmph, begging for mercy now is a bit too late, don't you think?" Lan Xingyuan said coldly to Jia Qingsheng and the others, having just killed Canye.

"Sect Hierarch, we... were also coerced by Dong Yanghua; it truly wasn't our intention!" Jia Qingsheng defended desperately, his face turning ashen.

No sooner had he spoken than Lu Hongshuo and others at his side echoed the sentiment, quickly taking their position, one after another.

Even the few Junior Peak Masters of the different lineages who were huddled together in the distance hurriedly reacted and quickly left Dong Tianyi's side.

"When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter," nothing could be truer, for the boat of friendship capsizes at the first gust of the wind.

Dong Tianyi watched as people around him, as if avoiding the plague, scattered one after another. His heart trembled, and his face turned even paler. Such was the reality of human warmth and coldness!

Lan Xingyuan, looking at the few men groveling on the ground, stepped forward and said indifferently, "The heart of rebellion has existed for more than a decade, and it's indelible!"

No sooner had he spoken than the Spirit Sword in his hand suddenly flashed, and a streak of sword light, like a white rainbow, swept past in front of the men.

"Sect..." The faces of the men turned to shock.

They never expected Lan Xingyuan to act so decisively, but before the word "Hierarch" could leave their lips, they stopped abruptly.

The next second, under the shocked gazes of the entire audience, several fine heads were tossed into the air and rolled to the ground.

"Hiss!"

The crowd of onlookers all sucked in a breath of cold air, overwhelmingly intimidated by Lan Xingyuan's resolute killing method.

At this point, only the three men from the Tianwu Peak lineage were left in the arena.

Lan Xingyuan sweeped them with a cold gaze and hesitated within his heart, thinking that if he went on killing, there might be no Peak Masters left in the Witchcraft Sect.

However, that wasn't the main point; what was important was that the lineage of Tianwu Peak had usually been well-behaved and compliant. Their participation in the battle this time had indeed irked him.

Yu Yongchang took a deep breath, feeling his hands and feet turn icy. He never expected Lan Xingyuan's intent to kill to be so decisive.

It was evident that Lan Xingyuan's fury had been burning inside him, perhaps waiting a long time for this moment.

"Yu humbly admits his folly and is willing to die in apology. I beseech the Sect Hierarch to spare my family!" Yu Yongchang immediately knelt on the ground to beg for mercy.

At this point, the overall situation was set in stone, with no room for excuses or blind optimism. It was better to face the consequences head-on with integrity.

The other two Peak Masters by his side had already turned pale, filled with regret. If only they had known, they would never have enticed Yu Yongchang to take sides and conspire to rebel!

Lan Xingyuan mused for a moment and then said calmly, "The lineage of Tianwu Peak will be spared this time."

Upon hearing this, Yu Yongchang and the others were momentarily stunned, then overwhelmed with joy. They quickly kowtowed and said, "Thank you for sparing us, Sect Hierarch. Yu Yongchang will be forever grateful!"

Lan Xingyuan nodded slightly, then turned to Wei Xuewen and the other two and instructed, "You three peaks mobilize your forces immediately, spread my decree: The main conspirators of the Zhu Rong Lineage have all been executed.

The remnants of the other peaks shall be exterminated, let none survive. The new Peak Masters will be promoted from the Han Sect in each peak!"

The three men kneeling on the ground, including Yu Yongchang, shuddered at these words, a cold chill running down their spines and sweat breaking out.

Hearing Lan Xingyuan's words, "not a single one left," they felt as though their souls had been scattered, realizing how close they had been to the fate carried by those words!

Wei Xuewen and the other two gulped, coming back to their senses and hurriedly bowed to accept the order, "As you command, Sect Hierarch. We will see to it immediately!"

"It's over…" Dong Tianyi, Jia Qingsheng, and the others immediately felt their spirits collapse, their faces ashen.

"Go then, root out the treachery completely, show no mercy, or else come to see me with your heads!" Lan Xingyuan commanded sternly.

Having said this, he turned and approached Ling Fan, his demeanor respectful as he said, "Young Master Ling, with this matter resolved, I thank you for your significant assistance. From now on, your affairs will be the affairs of the Witchcraft Sect!"

"Haha, you overstate it; it was but a small effort!" Ling Fan said with a light smile.

Hearing this, Lan Xingyuan turned his head solemnly to survey the crowd and spoke loud and clear, "Let everyone hear this: henceforth, within the Witchcraft Sect, seeing Ling Fan is as seeing myself!"