The Prodigies War-Chapter 2802 Blood-Soaked Street
On the long street, Lin Xun walked leisurely, yet within his chest murderous intent churned and fermented, on the verge of erupting. He could hardly restrain it any longer.
Behind him, the crowd of cultivators grew larger and larger. Some wore expressions twisted with killing intent, clearly ready to strike at any moment. The once bustling street had fallen into a suffocating silence. Pedestrians vanished, shops closed one after another, shutters slamming shut as though the city itself sensed the storm about to break.
Boom!
A towering figure split the air and crashed down like a streak of golden light, blocking Lin Xun’s path. The man wore purple robes, his body wreathed in the terrifying majesty of a supreme Emperor Ancestor.
“Are you the one surnamed Lin?” His eyes gleamed with undisguised murderous intent. “Remember this...I am from the Great Martial Epoch...”
Before he could finish his words, a palm descended. Simple. Direct. Overwhelming.
The very next moment, the thrill in the purple-robed man’s expressions stiffened into shock as his nose bridge and lips caved in, bearing the unmistakable mark of a palm. Then, his body was blasted backwards. Before he even struck the ground, he burst into a rain of blood, scattering like scarlet mist across the street.
Lin Xun lowered his hand and walked on, calm and composed, as though swatting aside an insect. The fury churning in his heart left him no mind to care who the enemy was or what clan he came from. The cultivators trailing behind all paled in shock.
With just one slap, a supreme Emperor Ancestor was smashed apart!
The sheer power left them reeling. How could a supreme Emperor Ancestor, standing at the utmost pinnacle of the Emperor Stage, crumble so easily? It must be remembered that within Fortune Divine City, no Immortal-level power could ever manifest. Not even external treasures or borrowed strength could break this law!
The street grew emptier. Shops bolted their doors, fearful of being swept into the slaughter. Further along, cultivators scrambled to hide, scattering in panic as though some ancient vicious beast had descended into the city
“There!” A cry rang out, sharp as a blade.
Rumble!
Moments later, radiant streaks of light descended, exploding into dozens of figures, men and women, young and old, each radiating an astonishing aura.
“Its forces of the Divine Yan Clan!”
From the crowd trailing Lin Xun in the distance came a cry of astonishment. At once, the crowd stirred, their eyes alight with anticipation.
The Yan Clan had rallied over a dozen supreme Emperor Ancestors. This could only mean that the divine clans entrenched in the city had also received the news and begun to move.
For now it was the Yan Clan. However, before long, the forces of other divine clans would also descend with killing intent. In such a situation, how could that Lin fellow possibly endure?
“Strike! Seize him!”
At the command of their leader, the Yan Clan group surged forward, murderous auras erupting like a tide.
Boom!
Dozens of supreme Emperor Ancestors struck together, unleashing treasures and divine powers that shook the heavens. Terrifying fluctuations tore through the street, rattling the void itself.
Despite that, the city did not crumble. The surrounding buildings flared with forbidden, mysterious power that dissolved the destructive force. Without it, this street would have been reduced to rubble in an instant.
Lin Xun’s expression remained calm, his eyes unfathomable and cold. Without slowing, he stepped forward, streams of sword qi erupting from his body, spreading like a storm of blades. Each strand of sword qi was an indestructible divine weapon, tearing through the void, smashing treasures and shattering dao weapons. With unstoppable force, they swept into the Yan Clan’s formation.
Pu! Pu! Pu!
With a thunderous barrage of explosions, like a thousand firecrackers igniting at once, the dozens of supreme Emperor Ancestors were cut down like weeds beneath the sword qi! Blood sprayed, dyeing the sky scarlet.
The street turned into a canvas of blood, tragic, beautiful and utterly chilling. The cultivators following from afar froze, their faces ashen, their scalps prickling in horror. One man, killed with a single strike. A group, killed the same way. Who in the world could believe it?
Lin Xun walked on as if nothing had happened. Some pursuers faltered, their courage crumbling. They finally withdrew, unwilling to follow him any further. But others, unafraid of death, continued their pursuit.
“There! Quickly!”
Before long, another troop of supreme Emperor Ancestors came storming in, their murderous aura blotting out the heavens. At almost the same time, groups of figures poured in from every direction, clearly from different factions, converging on the street like a gathering tide. Now, at least a hundred experts filled the street!
“The Divine Ying Clan, the Divine Weng Clan, the Divine Nong Clan, the Divine...”
When they recognized the incoming factions, the crowd erupted in uproar, shaken to the core. Throughout the ages, Fortune Divine City had witnessed countless slaughters and endless bloodshed.
However, never before had there been a day like this, when all the divine clans of the city were mobilized just to slay a single man. This in itself was unbelievable. Even more unbelievable was that, until now, their target was still alive, and utterly unscathed!
“Haha, it seems everyone is here to snatch this prize.”
A man in white robes, feather fan in hand, stepped out, smiling as his voice boomed across the street. “But I advise you to withdraw. With me here, this beast belongs to my Ying Clan.”
“Not so fast.” A woman in scarlet robes laughed, her voice playful. “With so many factions gathered, if we all strike together, who can say who will take the prize in the end?”
The experts of countless divine clans encircled Lin Xun like an overwhelming army. Their murderous intent rolled forth, making the distant onlookers tremble in terror. Under such a siege, no matter how strong Lin Xun was, could he possibly escape alive this time?
“Enough with the nonsense.”
Lin Xun’s gaze was ice-cold. He hadn’t slowed a single step for anyone, and this moment was no exception.
With enemies closing in from every side, he no longer restrained the fury and killing intent surging in his chest. His tall figure roared with dao light, as if becoming a boundless abyss to devour heaven and earth.
Boom!
He stepped into the air, striking without hesitation. Though surrounded on all sides, he looked nothing like prey. He was the hunter, ready to reap them all!
“Attack!”
“Kill him. Don’t let him fall into anyone else’s hands.”
“Kill!”
Roars erupted like thunder, shaking the heavens. Then, a tide of figures surged forth, treasures blazing, dao arts unfurling, all aiming to bring Lin Xun down in a single strike.
Lin Xun’s sleeves snapped in the wind. Killing intent roared in his chest like fire, and he poured it all into a single punch.
Boom!
Heaven and earth seemed to split apart, unleashing a tide of apocalyptic visions. That one punch was like a god raising a sacred mountain and smashing it down. Several supreme Emperor Ancestors exploded on the spot, their blood cascading like a waterfall.
As the shockwaves of the punch rippled outward, the encirclement was shaken, throwing the battlefield into disorder. The sheer dominance of the scene made many turn pale. They dared not be careless again and charged forward with all their might.
They were all supreme Emperor Ancestors. With their crushing advantage in numbers, they refused to believe they could not bring down Lin Xun.
However, this was exactly what Lin Xun wanted. He needed to vent! He could not yet fight the old monsters of the Eternal Stage, but could he not slaughter those at the same realm as him?
No matter how many there were...they were doomed!
Boom!
Lin Xun erupted like a demon god, sweeping the battlefield. Weapons and dao arts thundered toward him, only to be crushed and dissolved the instant they touched the abyss swirling around him. He was untouchable, impervious to all attacks. No one could believe their eyes.
Each strike he unleashed led to annihilation. Sometimes one foe, sometimes several at once. Wherever he passed, bodies burst like fireworks and blood splattered like a crimson rainstorm. Such domineering might left everyone at the scene utterly shaken!
If those Emperor figures from the Eternal True Realm were present, they would have fled at once. None would dare face Lin Xun head-on. Who didn’t know that Lin Xun, back then, with only Emperor cultivation, transcended realms and killed Immortals? Who didn’t know that in those years, countless supreme Emperor Ancestors had been slain by Lin Xun?
Now, with Emperor power being the highest limit in Fortune Divine City, who among his peers could possibly stand against him?
Rumble!
The battle was tragic, blood spilling everywhere. Screams, roars, and shouts blended with the thunder of dao sounds and the flare of divine radiance, fusing into a purgatory-like scene of blood and slaughter.
His foes fought like crazed beasts, but to Lin Xun, they were nothing more than moths hurling themselves into a flame. No matter their numbers, in the end they were only stupid bugs burning themselves to ashes.
Boom!
His black hair whipped about, his dark eyes deep as an abyss. Fist force, palm power, finger strength, sword qi...each burst forth with every casual motion. Every strike carried the momentum of an invincible force, indestructible and unstoppable, shattering all before it like bamboo swept aside by a storm.
The number of enemies shrank with terrifying speed. The world seemed drenched in crimson. Amid the turbulent currents of destruction, scenes of death played out again and again...
Those watching from afar trembled, a bone-deep chill crawling through their bodies. No one could have imagined Lin Xun would be this terrifying, reaping supreme Emperor Ancestors like weeds, slaughtering them like chickens! Just watching from a distance was enough to drive one into despair, ruin, and helplessness.
In less than the time it took to burn half an incense stick, more than half of the hundreds of supreme Emperor Ancestors had been slain or crippled! Blood streamed through the stone-paved streets like rivers, while the buildings on either side pulsed with forbidden power to ward off the destruction. Even so, the sight was unspeakably shocking.
Finally, the remaining enemies collapsed, their will to fight shattered as they scattered in panic in all directions. Terror-stricken, none dared to fight again.
Unfortunately, Lin Xun had no intention of letting them escape. In that instant, with a sharp breath, sword qi burst from every acupoint in his body, dazzling and deafening as they surged forth. They flooded the void in every direction as they shot toward the fleeing enemies.
Slash!
Slash!
Slash!
Across every direction, figures were cut down one after another, dropping like dumplings into a boiling pot, falling like rain from the sky. When it ended, all had been mercilessly slaughtered. Not a single enemy remained alive.
The spectators stood stupefied, their souls quaking, their minds echoing with only a single thought.
Could this really be the power of a mere supreme Emperor Ancestor?!
