Chapter 632 - 403: The Lu Family’s Aerial Acrobatics Performance! Wei Feng’s Threat! (2)

Chapter 632: Chapter 403: The Lu Family’s Aerial Acrobatics Performance! Wei Feng’s Threat! (2)

"Oh?" Wei Feng raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tinged with the amusement of a cat playing with a mouse.

"Interesting, you’ve even learned this move, you’ve somewhat surprised me."

Before the words were finished, his right fist was already moving like flowing clouds and water, the trajectory and stance were exactly the same as Lu Guanghai’s, it was precisely that move "Dragon Astounds the Cloud Valley"!

However, the power between the two was worlds apart.

If the wisp of white mist on Lu Guanghai’s fist tip was like the initial fog born on the mountains, then on Wei Feng’s right fist, it was the cloud-mist shrouding the towering and majestic mountain peak!

Within that solid and surging cloud energy, there was faintly contained the mighty power of nature, nothing could resist it.

"Master of Transformation!!!"

These four words exploded in Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen’s hearts like thunder.

Their faces turned instantly as pale as paper, the last glimmer of hope in their eyes completely extinguished, hearts falling into an icy cavern.

And Wei Feng didn’t even give them time to digest this despair.

The momentum of the punch had formed, like Mount Tai pressing down irresistibly — two fists carrying distinctly different cloud energies, at this moment collided violently!

"Crack—!"

The sound of a bone cracking, crisp enough to make one’s teeth ache, exploded.

Lu Guanghai’s right wrist bent at an odd angle, his five fingers twisted and deformed like crushed dead branches.

Simultaneously, his entire person flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, slamming hard into the concrete load-bearing wall behind him.

With a thunderous crash, the entire wall’s wine rack collapsed on demand, hundreds of bottles of precious vintage broke with a crackle and splattered.

The amber-colored wine mingled with glass shards, soaking the carpet instantly.

Amidst the flying glass fragments, Lu Guanghai lay collapsed in the wreckage, not even uttering a single groan of pain.

It turned out that at the moment the punch force reached the body, the overwhelming Dark Force had already passed through, shaking his five internal organs into displacement.

Lu Guanghai had already completely lost consciousness before hitting the wall.

"I fuck your..... mom—!!!"

Witnessing his cousin’s miserable condition, Lu Guangchen’s eyes did not show a hint of fear, instead exploding with fury capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas.

That usually pampered and well-nourished body now erupted with agility completely unmatched by his stature.

His whole being, like a ferocious beast cornered to a dead end, charged towards Wei Feng with reckless abandon!

"Trash!"

Wei Feng didn’t even deem it worth it to look back.

A sweeping back kick as sharp as a steel whip pierced through the air, fiercely landing between Lu Guangchen’s chest and abdomen with precision and venom.

"Pfft—"

Lu Guangchen spewed a mouthful of blood, accompanied by the clear and piercing sound of ribs breaking.

His body, nearly two hundred pounds, flew backwards like a broken burlap sack, falling heavily to the ground.

The severe pain elicited only a short scream before he had no strength left to support himself.

He lay prone on the cold ground, his vision quickly darkening, consciousness fading away like a receding tide.

"Fen, do you want to finish them?" a cold inquiry sounded from behind.

At the doorway of the office, five ghostly figures appeared silently.

Their faces still masked by that signature black mask, revealing only emotionless eyes.

If Lu Guangchen had even a trace of consciousness now, he would instantly recognize — these five people.

They were the culprits who attacked the Fengtao Group President Bei with brutal means, forcing the "Golden Honor Jade Cup" to a dead end!

"No, leave them with a breath."

Wei Feng looked down at the sprawling Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen, the corners of his mouth curled into an almost manic arc.

The surging Qi Force caused his short hair to rise up, demon-like under the light.

He chuckled softly, his voice filled with twisted excitement: "These two lives are key bargaining chips I got from that old dog Lu Yulong to exchange for the complete version of ’Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist’... How could I bear to let them die now?"

"Go, send the Lu Family a ’grand gift’." Wei Feng carelessly kicked the glass shards at his feet.

"Tell Lu Yulong his beloved nephews are visiting me, and tell him to come see me in person — remember, he only has one day."

The next moment, Wei Feng suddenly raised a finger, a playful gleam flashing in his eyes: "Oh, by the way, if I don’t see the person I want to see by exactly twelve noon tomorrow...

A certain poor soul will have to perform a ’high flyer’ act from the top of Yingnan Tower."

He exaggeratedly spread his arms, mimicking a falling posture: "And it’s the kind without a parachute."

"Tsk-tsk, just thinking about it is thrilling." Wei Feng said, suddenly turning towards the security and assistant shrinking in the corner, making an exaggerated expression.

"And you guys, you’d better not get the message wrong when you pass it on. Otherwise..."

His voice suddenly turned cold: "Your boss will become the first unassisted high flyer performer in Yingnan Tower’s history."

The Zhou Family’s villa complex was ablaze with lights in the night, like scattered stars.

In the living room of the main villa, Lu Xuan sat serenely on the sofa, his aura calm as water.

Accompanying him were his three sons — Lu Yuliang with a calm expression, Lu Yulong with a furrowed brow, and even the usually busy Lu Yuhong was quietly sitting beside him.

As for the younger generation of the Lu Family, most were absent at this moment.

They were either scattered across Dragon Country managing family businesses, or simply didn’t want to step into such a heavy atmosphere.

The young always felt restrained in the presence of their elders, preferring to find an excuse to escape rather than linger in this overly solemn setting.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Fifth Life)

Realm: Embracing Elixir Grandmaster (Mid-stage)

Cultivation Technique: Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist 7/9

Points: 135090

During this half month, Lu Xuan traveled across every part of Yifeng Province, but only managed to accumulate 100,000 points with difficulty.

The number seemed considerable, but still a drop in the bucket compared to pushing the ’Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist’ to the next realm.

However, in this half month of journeying, Lu Xuan had other gains.

This world has long circulated legends of alchemists seeking immortality and spiritual treasures of heaven and earth, with records of ghosts and gods appearing faintly in the dark river of history.

Some secluded masters cultivating in reclusion had told Lu Xuan — in certain corners of this world.

Perhaps there still sleep the ancient remnants of spiritual treasures, containing earth-shaking power.

What Lu Xuan truly cared about were the possibilities behind these ethereal legends: he wanted to personally verify, whether these ancient spiritual treasures, dormant for a millennium, existed.

And whether they could be refined by him, thereby granting him a large amount of system points.

"Yuliang," Lu Xuan’s voice broke the silence in the living room, startling his three sons simultaneously.

"Arrange for my trip to the capital in the coming days. You don’t need to accompany me."

"Dad!" Lu Yulong couldn’t help but speak up.

"Are you going alone?" Lu Yuhong immediately asked.

Lu Yuliang hurriedly put down his teacup: "I am already retired, just idle, let me accompany you."

Lu Xuan gently shook his head, his gaze sweeping over his three sons: "No need, having you go along is pointless — the matters I am to attend, you cannot assist with."

The straightforward words left the three of them speechless, the living room permeated with a hint of awkward silence.

The three exchanged bitter smiles. Their father’s words were blunt, yet they were an undeniable truth — at their age, following would not only be unhelpful but could potentially become a burden.

Lu Yulong knew his father’s temperament the best, once decided, there was no room for negotiation.

He sighed lightly: "Dad, then please take care." After a pause, he added: "Ying’Er is developing in the capital, that girl insists on breaking into the entertainment industry, I can’t stop her... I’ll have her arrange everything there."

Speaking of his youngest daughter Lu Xiaoying, Lu Yulong’s face was full of helplessness.

This National Martial Arts Master who opened a school to teach students had raised a daughter yearning for the spotlight, father and daughter, ultimately walking in two different directions.

Fearing his father’s rejection, Lu Yulong hurriedly added: "Dad, Xiaoying, that girl hasn’t seen you for a long time. She’d be so happy to know you’re going to the capital."

Observing Lu Xuan’s expression, he continued: "Originally, she said she planned to return to Yingnan City in the next few days to see you."

"This works out well, I’ll just tell her not to travel and wait for you directly in the capital." 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

"Agreed." Lu Xuan uttered just one word before closing his eyes.