The Prodigies War-Chapter 2920 It Shall End With Me

In the Sixth Heaven Domain, the Wen Clan’s territory lay nearest to the Celestial Azure Divine State, where the Peng Clan resided.

Furthermore, as the saying went, the one closest to the tower is first to touch the moon. Over the past eighteen years, as the Peng Clan’s strength waned and its territories fell one after another, it was the Wen Clan’s who claimed the lion’s share of their spoils.

Night had fallen.

Within a grand hall in the Wen Clan’s Cloudwater Divine Mountain, lamps burned bright, laughter echoed, and wine flowed freely.

Dozens of Wen Clan elders gathered around laden tables, feasting and drinking in high spirits.

“Brother,” Wen Xiaoyin, the second elder, laughed heartily as he raised his cup, “at his rate, the Peng Clan will last no more than three years! Once we seize Heavenly Fortune Divine Mountain, the entire Celestial Azure Divine State will soon belong to our Wen Clan!”

“Second Brother, you’ve had too much to drink.”

The Wen Clan’s patriarch, Wen Taojing, sat at the head of the hall. Though his tone remained calm, a trace of pride gleamed in his eyes.

Eighteen years of steady conquest, devouring the Peng Clan’s strength, seizing their lands, plundering their vast wealth and cultivation resources, had made the Wen Clan more powerful than ever before. Their influence and territory had expanded beyond measure. Just as Wen Xiaoyin boasted, once they seized Heavenly Fortune Divine Mountain, the entire Heavenly Azure Divine State would belong to the Wen Clan.

“Hahaha! That Lin Xun probably never imagined that because of his relationship with the Peng Clan, we’d end up profiting so greatly from it,” another elder laughed.

At the mention of Lin Xun’s name, a cold gleam flickered in Wen Taojing’s eyes. “That wretch may now hold the position of a deputy pavilion master of the Origin Sect, but since he dared to offend the Ten Clans Alliance, his death is only a matter of time.”

Many years ago, the Wen Clan had suffered bitterly at the hands of Lin Xun, and their hatred for him had long since festered into something bone-deep.

“Yes, that little bastard will die sooner or later!” Wen Xiaoyin sneered, raising his cup again. “We are just waiting...”

He never finished his sentence. A cold flash of sword light through the air. Wen Xiaoyin froze mid-laugh, his eyes bulging. A thin red line appeared across his neck then widened. His head tumbled from his shoulders and rolled across the floor. A spray of blood erupted skyward, painting the hall crimson.

Even his primordial spirit was cleaved clean apart!

“Waiting for my death?” A calm, indifferent voice rolled through the hall like thunder. “I’m afraid you won’t be alive to see it.”

The hell fell deathly silent. This was the Wen Clan’s lair, a fortress heavily guarded by countless experts. However, in the blink of an eye, while everyone was drinking and laughing, a single sword strike had slain one of their great elders. Panic rippled through the crowd and several maids nearly screamed aloud.

Every gaze turned. Standing at the door was a man in moon-white robes, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes deep and fathomless like the abyss.

Who is that?!

Terror coursed through the gathered cultivators. In the Sixth Heaven Domain, few had ever seen Lin Xun in person. Although the Wen Clan hated him to the bone, most of them wouldn’t recognize him face-to-face.

Only the patriarch Wen Taojing and a few of the clan’s old monsters trembled visibly, their faces draining of color. They looked as if they’d seen a ghost, eyes wide with disbelief.

“How dare you?! Who are you to break into my Wen Clan and commit murder?!”

It was Wen Taojing’s wife, a beautiful woman with a fiery temperament. She rose sharply to her feet, eyes blazing with cold fury. She truly lived up to being the patriarch's wife. Even in the face of such a shocking scene, her expression did not waver. Her voice rang with cold defiance as she stared straight at Lin Xun.

“Why not? Your Wen Clan is no dragon lair or tiger’s den. I may come and go as I please.” Lin Xun’s voice was calm, almost casual.

“Young man, you must have some skill to slip into my Wen Clan unnoticed, but to think you alone can act so wantonly here...how laughable. You’re courting death! I’ve seen too many arrogant fools who don’t know the immensity of heaven and earth. I’ll give you one chance. Tell us who sent you, and perhaps I’ll grant you a chance to atone for your crimes.” The patriarch’s wife said icily.

Her composure was remarkable. Even faced with a man who had just struck down an elder before her eyes, she showed not a shred of fear but instead defiance.

“Atone?” Lin Xun’s lips curved into a faint, mocking smile. “And how does your Wen Clan intend to make me atone?” 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The instant those words left his mouth, Wen Taojing and the few old monsters beside him stiffened as if struck by lightning. Color drained from their faces, and cold sweat streamed down their foreheads. They didn’t even dare to breathe.

The others, who still hadn’t grasped the situation, glanced around in confusion, sensing that something had gone terribly wrong.

The patriarch’s wife noticed the change, but she forced her voice to remain steady, “Young man, perhaps you don’t know the power our Wen Clan commands. In the Sixth Heaven Domain, we stand among the top five Immortal Imperial Clans. No one who has ever offended us has met a good end...”

Her tone faltered halfway through, because she suddenly noticed her husband and the other elders’ faces had turned deathly pale. Their eyes were wide with panic, and they kept shooting her desperate signals to stop speaking. Her heart sank like a stone.

“Wen Taojing pays his respect to Deputy Pavilion Master Lin.” Suppressing the terror in his heart, Wen Taojing rose to his feet, trembling, and bowed deeply toward Lin Xun.

Deputy Pavilion Master Lin?

Which Deputy Pavilion Master Lin?

Puzzled glances darted around. Some frowned in disbelief until one person suddenly cried out in shock, “It’s him! Lin Xun! The deputy pavilion master from the Origin Sky Pavilion of the Origin Sect!”

Lin Xun!

That name hit like a thunderclap, heavy as ten thousand pounds, crashing straight into every heart in the hall. Instinctively, everyone shot to their feet, faces twisting in disbelief and terror as their eyes locked onto Lin Xun.

“That...Lin...Lin Xun?”

The patriarch’s wife went completely pale, her body going limp like a deflated ball. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably and her vision went black.

So it really was him! The peerless butcher himself!

They said that the Donghuang’s Four Clans of the Seventh Heaven Domain had all been annihilated by his hand alone!

“As the patriarch of the Wen Clan, you should know better than anyone that the hatred between your clan and me can never be undone. So why bow now?” Lin Xun’s gaze was cold as he looked at the still-bowing Wen Taojing. “Do you really think a show of respect can wash away your clan’s sin?”

Wen Taojing’s face stiffened and his smile was painfully forced. “In my view, there are no grudges in this world that cannot be resolved. For example, right now...if Deputy Pavilion Master Lin has any request, my Wen Clan will carry it out without hesitation, so long as it is within our power.”

Before him stood the man who had single-handedly annihilated the Donghuang’s Four Clans. Compared to them, the Wen Clan was utterly insignificant.

“Is that so?” Lin Xun’s lips curved faintly.

Wen Taojing’s heart trembled violently. Forcing down the panic rising within him, he said, “As long as Deputy Pavilion Master Lin is willing to spare us, we will agree to any condition you name!”

“Then release all members of the Peng Clan you’ve captured,” Lin Xun said flatly.

Only then did Wen Taojing finally understand why Lin Xun had come tonight. He was here for the Peng Clan!

“Yes!” Wen Taojing replied at once. This was a small matter and hardly worth mentioning.

“Hand over your lives.” Lin Xun spoke again.

Wen Taojing froze. Beads of sweat rolled into his eyes, stinging, yet he didn’t dare raise a hand to wipe them away. His voice quavered, “Deputy Pavilion Master Lin, if you want all the wealth my Wen Clan has, I'll give it, but our lives...”

Lin Xun cut him off, his tone flat and absolute. “I wasn’t asking for your opinion. Whether you agree or not...none of you will leave this hall alive.”

“Lin Xun, don’t go too far!” someone roared in fury.

Clang!

Before the echo faded, the green gourd at Lin Xun’s waist flew forward. A streak of sword qi flashed and the man’s head burst apart, blood splattering across the floor.

“Deputy Pavilion Master Lin, is there truly no room for discussion?” Wen Taojing’s eyes were red.

“Where are the old ancestors?” his wife shrieked. “Why haven’t they come to save us?!”

Lin Xun smiled faintly and flicked his sleeve. Three heads thudded onto the floor, rolling through the blood. “You mean them? They left one step ahead of you.”

Wen Taojing and the others went rigid, eyes wide with disbelief. Those were the heads of their three supreme elders, old monsters at the Immortal Stage, but they were now gone! All strength seemed to drain from their bodies. As if their bones had been hollowed out, they collapsed into their chairs, faces ashen and lifeless.

Wen Taojing looked utterly shattered, murmuring. “Heaven has doomed my Wen Clan...Heaven will destroy my Wen Clan...”

Lin Xun’s gaze glinted like a blade. “It’s not heaven that wants to destroy you. It’s me. Remember that.”

Shua!

A violet divine sword shot out from the green gourd, unfolding into a thousand blazing arcs of light that howled through the great hall. After a moment, it returned to Lin Xun’s side. Every member of the Wen Clan stood frozen, eyes bulging, faces twisting in terror.

Thud!

In the next instant, the heads of Wen Taojing and others tumbled to the ground, and blood burst from their necks like crimson fountains. Red as a painting.

When Lin Xun stepped out of Cloudwater Divine Mountain, flames were already devouring the night sky. The once majestic peaks burned like giant torches, collapsing in on themselves. The Wen Clan, an Immortal Imperial Clan that had stood in the Sixth Heaven Domain for countless ages, had been trampled into ruin.

Of course, as with the Yao Clan, Lin Xun had not wiped them out entirely. He only executed all Ancestor-level powerhouses, crippled every Emperor’s cultivation, and left the rest to flee in terror. The maids and servants had long since scattered in terror before the mountain fell.

From afar, Lin Xun stood with his hands behind his back, his black eyes reflecting the inferno without a ripple, like the depths of an ancient well. After a long silence, he turned and left.

Behind him, the Wen Clan’s ancestral gate lay in ashes, its foundation utterly uprooted. Even if remnants survived, they were nothing more than lambs waiting to be carved apart by circling predators. What awaited them was to be trampled while fallen, carved up and devoured by other forces.

One only needed to look at the Peng Clan’s fate to know that the fallen Wen Clan was doomed beyond all hope of revival. For Lin Xun, crushing the Wen Clan was only the beginning.

For the past eighteen years, it had not been the Wen Clan alone who preyed upon the Peng Clan. The Wen Clan alone could never have driven them to such despair. After all, the Peng Clan had once stood among the top powers.

“Since all of this began because of me, then it shall end with me. No one will escape this reckoning!”

Lin Xun lifted his gaze toward the dark horizon. For a brief moment, he stood silent, then his figure turned into a streak of light and vanished into the boundless night.