Chapter 637 - 406: Wei Feng’s Terror—That’s Not a Human Speed!

Chapter 637: Chapter 406: Wei Feng’s Terror—That’s Not a Human Speed!

In the flash of confrontation moments ago, the vortex of twisted air currents formed behind Lu Yulong.

The profound concept of Absorption and Transformation, converging to a single point... unmistakable!

This is exactly what Wei Feng, after betraying his master and lying low for fifteen years through countless bloody slaughters, dreams of obtaining, even at the cost of his life.

—The ultimate true essence of Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist!

A surge of anger mixed with extreme desire exploded within Wei Feng’s chest.

He not only seeks blood for blood from the Lu Family but also to personally strip this supreme Fist Skill completely from this "mentor" before him!

As proven, Wei Feng’s judgment was flawless.

Before entering the realm of Master of Transformation, the Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist displayed by Lu Yulong.

Though fierce and unmatched, always seemed like a soulless shell, with form but without spirit.

Until now, the overwhelming Transformation within him merged perfectly with the true essence of the Fist Skill.

This peerless Fist Skill finally blooms in Lu Yulong’s hands for the first time, displaying its inherent, earth-shattering true power!

Absorbing from hundreds of rivers, returning to thousands of valleys, transforming external forces for self-use, this is the profound mystery that the Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist can exhibit at the pinnacle of its mastery.

"You old fool," Wei Feng’s voice was icy and bone-chilling, "hand over the secrets of Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist,

or prepare for your beloved son’s corpse!"

He casually took the satellite phone handed to him by his subordinate, directly pressing the hands-free button.

"Beep... beep..."

After a brief sound of waiting, the call connected.

From the other side, no words were spoken, only the characteristic sound of high-altitude winds whistling and a disconcerting silence akin to the breath of death.

Wei Feng’s face showed a cruel smile, starting the countdown, with each number ringing like a death knell in Lu Yulong’s heart: "I’ll give you ten seconds to consider."

"Ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

"Seven..."

...

Simultaneously, atop a skyscraper a thousand meters away from Yingnan Tower.

A muscular man in a tank top—Qing Hu, leaned casually against the concrete railing, a cat-and-mouse-like teasing smile on his lips.

A half-drunk can of beer was placed to his right, with a phone held casually to his left ear.

Meanwhile, the Black Star sniper rifle mounted on the railing, the long barrel glinting cold and hard under the moonlight.

The crosshair in the sniper scope steadily roamed between the heart positions of those two suspended silhouettes over a thousand meters away.

Qing Hu listened to the countdown transmitted through the receiver, his fingers lightly resting on the trigger guard.

As if it wasn’t the switch deciding two lives, but merely an interesting toy.

Time ticked away, second by second, with the cold countdown sound.

The aura of death enveloped everyone’s hearts.

"...Two!"

Just as the countdown to death approached its endpoint.

A peaceful, delicate voice, not fitting the scene’s atmosphere, suddenly emerged from the phone’s receiver in Wei Feng’s hand.

"Could you give the phone to me? On Qin Lao’s orders, I need to hear Lu Family’s members report their safety."

The voice wasn’t loud, yet it carried a peculiar penetrative power, clearly echoing in the dead silence of the unfinished building.

Wei Feng’s countdown abruptly halted!

The vicious smile on his face instantly froze, and, sharply holding the phone to his eyes, his pupils contracted, showing an expression of extreme disbelief.

This voice was not from any of his subordinates around him but... transmitted from Qing Hu’s phone!

At the same time, a thousand meters away on the roof of the building.

Qing Hu’s teasing smile completely stiffened, a cold fear, driven by biological instinct, instantaneously seized his heart.

He slowly, extremely rigidly, turned his head.

Under the moonlight, an elderly man dressed in a simple white ancient robe had silently appeared behind him.

The elder’s short hair was as white as snow, his face densely wrinkled, like parched earth.

Every crease seemingly carved with the vicissitudes and force of time.

Though not tall, he carried a serene weight, an imposing tranquility; his stern gaze made the surrounding air seem utterly still.

Despite the elder not emitting any murderous intent, Qing Hu’s well-honed intuition from countless life-and-death experiences screamed warnings—

That this mysterious white-robed elder was an incomprehensibly and overwhelmingly formidable presence that he couldn’t possibly contend with.

Qing Hu even sensed instinctively — even their leader Wei Feng, a Master at late stages of Transformation, ruthless and demonic in nature.

Would be utterly unmatched before this person!

However, he had no time to contemplate any strategies.

Not seeing any movement from the other, a sudden deprivation of all light occurred before him, plunging him into eternal darkness.

His consciousness vanished in an instant.

The mercenary sniper who dominated overseas, Qing Hu, couldn’t even resist or signal a warning, meeting a silent death, collapsing on the ground.

Within the unfinished building, deathlike silence was shattered by the thud of something heavy falling, transmitted from the satellite phone.

Wei Feng shouted several times into the receiver "Qing Hu!" His calls were met only with the howling wind.

A very ominous feeling surged within him instantly.

"Fen, look over at the tower!" a subordinate suddenly pointed to the gigantic LCD screen, his voice carrying a slight, imperceptible tremor.

Everyone’s gaze instantly focused on the screen—it was the surveillance feed from the top floor of Yingnan Tower.

They saw a figure clad in a black Zhongshan suit, walking along the almost vertical glass curtain wall of the tower.

The fierce wind at a height of three hundred meters couldn’t shake that person in the slightest. His steps were calm, as if walking on flat ground, as if gravity had no effect on him.

Within just a few breaths, that person had leisurely walked to the edge of the tower’s tip.

He reached the two fishing lines maintaining the lives of Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen.

"Dad!"

Lu Yulong, who had always been as steady as a mountain, finally showed a relieved smile the moment he saw the figure on the screen clearly.

"Die—!!"

In the abandoned building, seeing that his plan was about to be ruined, Wei Feng completely descended into madness.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly pulled out a black bomb remote control from his pocket, his thumb ruthlessly pressing down on the scarlet detonation button!

Meanwhile, atop the tower’s tip, three hundred meters above.

Lu Xuan’s expression was calm. He glanced over the two grandsons dangling below the fishing lines and the micro-bombs at the end of the ropes glistening ominously.

Confronted with this dead-end no master could solve, Lu Xuan simply raised a finger slowly.

"Chirp—"

A thread of Qi Force, honed to the extreme and nearly tangible, shot out from his fingertip!

The Qi Force moved faster than the eyes could track, like a golden line ripping through space, accurately severing the ropes binding the bombs.

With a faint, almost inaudible "snap," the delicate fishing lines bearing two lives snapped in response!

Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen’s bodies instantly lost weight, plummeting toward the abyss below.

And in that very instant—

Lu Xuan’s right hand swiftly flung out a thick hemp rope that appeared ordinary.

Under the profound infusion and precise control of Elixir Power, the soft hemp rope seemed to be animated with life and intent.

Like two serpents emerging from their holes, it swiftly and precisely coiled around the two falling men!

The rope ends wound, tightened, and secured, a series of actions seamlessly executed under the guidance of Elixir Power, all in the blink of an eye.

"Boom—!!!"

The violent explosion sound finally came through the TV speakers, accompanied by sky-reaching flames and thick smoke.

The iconic tip of Yingnan Tower shattered in the explosion, wrapped in flames and debris, crashing toward the ground with a roar!

However, at the very moment of destruction.

Lu Xuan had already, like a specter, stood upon the observation deck, with Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen in each hand.

No one could discern how Lu Xuan accomplished this.

It went beyond the realm of speed, more like some kind of... shrinking the earth to inches, traversing a vast distance in an instant.

In everyone’s eyes, it seemed as though the explosion at the tower’s tip had just started to flare, and his figure had already appeared on the observation deck.

As if Lu Xuan never left, or perhaps time had fractured around him.

The abandoned building was silent.

Wei Feng stared at the aloof figure on the TV screen, all his previous madness, anger, and arrogance vanished at this moment.

A cold drop of sweat uncontrollably slid down from his temple, along his tense cheek, finally dripping onto the dusty concrete floor.

Wei Feng felt as if he had seen a true deity.

Such speed, such composure, such a manner of moving through explosive flames like a realm devoid of any obstacles... this was simply beyond what any human could possess!

He had painstakingly plotted for fifteen years, thinking he had acquired the strength of revenge, even breaking through the later stages of Transformation.

But in the face of that person, he felt as insignificant as an ant trying to shake a giant tree.

A primitive fear, stemming from the instinct of life, gripped his heart completely for the first time.

However, Wei Feng did not have much time to savor this boundless fear.

Standing amidst the ruins, Lu Yulong’s eyes flashed with cold light, and without any hesitation, he mercilessly swung down his right hand.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!"

In an instant, scorching fire tongues spouted from all directions!

A barrage of bullets, like a storm of death, instantly enveloped the couch area!

The reaction and speed of a Master of Transformation were indeed extraordinary, perhaps capable of predicting and dodging a few stray bullets.

But within this enclosed space, confronted with a firepower net of over a hundred automatic rifles, leaving no dead spots, any Body Technique lost its significance.

What’s more—

"Boom!!"

Almost synchronized with the gunfire, a roar, deep as a beast’s bellow, exploded!

It was the roar of a Barrett heavy sniper rifle!

A 12.7mm special bullet, with destructive momentum, fired after the fact, instantly piercing through Wei Feng’s chest!

The powerful impact nearly tore half of his body apart, blood and shattered bones burst out.

The frozen terror on Wei Feng’s face, along with the madness not completely faded, and his ambition to dominate, were at this moment, completely torn apart and obliterated by the firepower of thermal weapons.

Smoke lingered, gunfire slowly subsided.

Wei Feng, along with his four core subordinates, had become a few incomplete corpses on the ground.

Everything was settled.