Chapter 142 - Kill Them All, Every Last One of Them (2/2)

The death of a single man—the Great Ancestor of the clan—had put them on high alert right away. There were only two National Guardian level cultivators to be found in the clan at the moment: Song Maoxun, the Patriarch of the Song Clan, and Song Tongheng, the eldest elder of the clan.

Those two men acted as a stabilizing factor for all of the clan at the moment.

In the case of average cultivation forces, there was no way they could fail with two National Guardians on their side. Instead, such a force would be considered to be in their golden age.

Yet to the Song Clan, whose influence had once extended throughout the entire nation, whose power had long grown beyond that of a force at the provincial level, who’d had a Deity level being among them, to have only two National Guardians remaining was a crippling blow.

Song Maoxun nodded, fully agreeing with what Song Tongheng had said.

“Second, we absolutely cannot afford to let Lu Xuan live. He killed a member of the clan, and there is no way we can let him walk free just like that!” Song Tongheng continued. “Put out a wanted poster with a bounty of 500 million yuan on his head. We must have him killed. Contact the other clans of the Holy Dragon Corporation and have their Great Ancestors mobilized. We must kill Lu Xuan. This is the corporation’s affair, not just that of the Song Clan!”

The higher-ups all nodded, even though putting a bounty of 500 million yuan on Lu Xuan’s head was a heart-wrenching decision for all of them.

But they understood what was at stake at the moment, and they knew very well that they couldn’t afford to be petty in a time of such crisis.

“We need to pool our strengths together. I want Lu Xuan dead, and I want his head to be offered to our late Great Ancestor,” Song Maoxun said through gritted teeth.

The Song Clan had suffered one blow after another at Lu Xuan’s hands, and nothing like that had ever happened before. The entire clan was fuming over it, and none of them would be able to rest easy until the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads was removed once and for all.

“Too bad that the weapons left behind today only be used on the ancestral grounds. Otherwise, we would definitely have killed Lu Xuan,” Song Maoxun continued in a glum manner.

Suddenly, they heard shouting outside. Gunshots and explosions followed.

Everyone looked sharp at that moment. They knew someone was invading their ancestral ground.

“Sh*t, don’t tell me it’s the Special Task Force!” A higher-up in the clan muttered. The only party that they could imagine might dare to invade their compound was the Special Task Force.

The expression on everyone’s faces changed. If it was really the Special Task Force, then it was truly the end for all of them.

Everyone knew all too well that the Special Task Force either kept their hands to themselves or struck with lethal force once they decided to make their move.

Furthermore, it was not like they had done nothing to offend the agency. Just that afternoon, they had driven away someone from the agency who came to hold them responsible for they had done.

Judging from the way the Special Task Force operated, they knew it was entirely possible for them to launch such an assault.

“Let’s head outside and see what’s going on.” Song Maoxun clenched his fists and gritted his teeth when he said that.

When the higher-ups emerged from their secret room, they saw the plaza of their compound littered with dead bodies, with blood literally everywhere.

There was only one man who stood alive and well amidst all that carnage, a man who looked to be in his late teens or early twenties.

It was a face with which everyone in the clan had become all too familiar: the face of Lu Xuan, the man they were all wracking their brains to find a way to take out.

Shock was evident on everyone’s faces. They’d thought that it might be the Special Task Force that had shown up at their door, but no one expected it to be Lu Xuan, instead.

Furthermore, he’d come all alone.

There was never an army storming the compound, only Lu Xuan racking up a body count wherever he tread in the clan’s compound, killing every single elite fighter that came across his path.