Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 403 The Lu Family is Going to Perform Aerial Trapeze! Wei Feng's Threat!

Lu Guanghai reacted extremely quickly; the moment he recognized Wei Feng, his entire body was as taut as a bowstring.

A deep, dark force surged from the soles of his feet, ran through his spine, and penetrated his fists.

He shifted his feet, his figure flashing forward like a ghost, blocking the enraged Lu Guangchen, and hissed, "Guangchen! Calm down!"

Lu Guanghai's gaze was fixed on Wei Feng at the door, his voice as cold as ice: "Wei Feng, your second uncle spared your life fifteen years ago, but you showed no remorse and dared to come back and stir up trouble! Were you the one who did those three bosses' business?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Feng let out a wild laugh, the air surging with laughter, making the office windows vibrate.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't? Lu Guanghai, do you think I'm still the pathetic wretch I was fifteen years ago, someone who had to do whatever your Lu family wanted?"

He abruptly stopped laughing, his gaze sweeping over the Lu brothers like a razor: "Breaking a few legs is just a piece of cake."

"I'm simply telling you useless members of the Lu family that I, Wei Feng, am back!"

The humiliation that old bastard Lu Yulong inflicted on me back then, and the "Ten Thousand Valleys Returning to Flow Fist" that should have belonged to me—I will take it back with interest!

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wei Feng made his move!
His movement was truly like a tiger bursting from its cage, or a dragon leaping into the sea!

Its massive 1.9-meter frame unleashed a terrifying speed completely disproportionate to its size.

The rustic cloth shoes on their feet rubbed against the expensive carpet, making a harsh "screeching" sound.

Instead of attacking Lu Guanghai, who was on high alert, Wei Feng twisted his body, creating a gust of wind, and rushed straight to Lu Guangchen, whose breathing was slightly disordered due to his rage!
"I'll cripple you first, you incompetent, furious piece of trash!"

His large, fan-like hand was spread wide, his fingernails gleaming with a golden-purple luster under the light. His fingertips sliced ​​through the air with a sharp hiss, aiming straight for Lu Guangchen's shoulder blade!

If he had grabbed Lu Guangchen firmly, his entire arm would have been broken and fractured!

"How dare you!" Lu Guanghai's eyes were bloodshot and his eyes were filled with rage.

He knew that Wei Feng was exceptionally talented, and after fifteen years of seclusion overseas, his strength must have risen to an immeasurable level.

Seeing this traitor suddenly turn on his cousin, Lu Guanghai's killing intent surged, and he held nothing back.

The hidden strength he had cultivated for many years surged forth like a river bursting its banks, and with a flick of his right arm, his fist flew out like a cannonball.

It was a simple, unadorned "Mountain-Crushing Fist" that embodied a lifetime of skill, aimed directly at Wei Feng's vulnerable ribs, in an attempt to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao!
The force of the punch was so concentrated that it seemed to be in reality, and when it tore through the air, it exploded with a piercing sonic boom.

"Hahaha! The Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist? Lu Guanghai, you piece of trash, you're actually somewhat capable after all!"

Wei Feng's wild laughter was deafening, seemingly unconcerned about the fatal punch.

His poisonous claws continued their attack on Lu Guangchen with undiminished momentum, but his left arm twisted back in a bizarre manner, like a giant python turning over.

The muscles in his forearm instantly tightened and knotted, gleaming with a golden-purple luster, and with a powerful and domineering "Horizontal Blocking the River," he forcefully blocked Lu Guanghai's Mountain-Crushing Fist.

"boom--!"

The force of their energy clashed, producing a muffled sound like thunder.

“In this world,” Wei Feng said, his body remaining perfectly still despite the punch, his voice filled with deep-seated resentment and absolute confidence as he looked down on the ground with a disdainful laugh.

“Apart from that old dog Lu Yulong, no one understands every move and every stance of the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist better than me, Wei Feng!”

"Oh!"

The dull thud of flesh hitting flesh echoed like a drumbeat in the spacious office.

Lu Guanghai felt a savage and domineering force, far beyond his imagination, coming from the other's arm, which made his blood surge and his feet stagger back three steps.

Each step left a deep footprint on the soft carpet, and my right fist felt a tingling numbness.

Wei Feng's figure swayed slightly, and the speed of his claw attack on Lu Guangchen increased instead of decreasing!

Although Lu Guangchen was surprised, he remained calm. After all, he was a direct descendant of the Lu family and had practiced the family's martial arts since childhood. Although he was somewhat distracted by managing the business empire, his foundation was still intact.

In the critical moment, he suppressed his anger, used his waist and hips to push himself back half a step like a fish.

At the same time, he raised both arms and used the "Mountain-Breaking Fist" to try to withstand the fierce claw.

However, Wei Feng's strength was too fierce and violent!
"Hey!"

Lu Guangchen's suit sleeve ripped open with a snap, revealing five bloody scratches that spread from his shoulder to his forearm.

A searing, excruciating pain shot through him. A sinister, hidden force penetrated his body, instantly causing his entire left arm to go limp and powerless, making it almost impossible to lift.

"Trash is trash! The stuff Lu Yulong taught is utterly useless!"

Having succeeded in one move, Wei Feng became even more arrogant and relentless in his pursuit of power.

With a series of rapid footsteps and fists like cannons, he was about to completely crush the injured Lu Guangchen.

"Wei Feng! I am your opponent!"

Lu Guanghai suppressed the metallic taste rising in his throat, a resolute determination to perish together flashing in his eyes.

He knew perfectly well that he could not possibly contend with the unfathomable Wei Feng on his own—only by fighting to the death could he have a glimmer of hope!
Lu Guanghai took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently like a broken bellows.

A series of fine, chilling crackling sounds erupted from his bones.

This is precisely the highest profound meaning of the "Ten Thousand Valleys Returning to Flow Fist" that Lu Guanghai, at his level, can reach—the startled dragon in the cloud valley!
Once this technique is unleashed, it is truly like a dragon emerging from the abyss, a thunderous and earth-shattering event.

Just as Lu Guanghai threw his right fist, a wisp of faint white mist swirled around it.

The mist seemed both real and illusory, swirling and shifting under the light. It was impossible to tell whether it was a strange phenomenon caused by the surging of blood and qi to the extreme, or whether this fist technique had triggered some mysterious power.

"Oh?" Wei Feng raised an eyebrow, his playful smile carrying a hint of cat-and-mouse amusement.

"Interesting. You've even learned this move. I'm quite impressed."

Before he finished speaking, his right fist moved with the fluidity of flowing water, its trajectory and stance exactly the same as Lu Guanghai's, it was the "Dragon Startled by Clouds and Ravines" move!
However, their power and influence are worlds apart.

If the wisp of white mist on Lu Guanghai's fist was the first light mist rising in the mountains, then the area above Wei Feng's right fist was a towering, majestic mountain range shrouded in clouds and mist!

Within those solid, surging clouds, there was a hidden, overwhelming power of heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, which was unstoppable.

"Grandmaster of Internal Energy!!!"

These four words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the hearts of Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen.

Their faces turned deathly pale instantly, the last glimmer of hope in their eyes was extinguished, and their hearts sank into an icy abyss.

Wei Feng didn't even give them time to process this despair.

The force of the punches was already unleashed, like Mount Tai pressing down, irreversible—the two fists, carrying completely different cloud-like energy, collided with a deafening roar at this moment!
“Crack—!”

A sharp, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out.

Lu Guanghai's right fist and wrist were bent at an odd angle, and his five fingers twisted and deformed, like a crushed twig.

At the same time, he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing hard into the concrete load-bearing wall behind him.

With a loud "boom," the entire wall of wine racks collapsed, and hundreds of bottles of precious vintage wines shattered and flew everywhere.

The amber-colored liquor, mixed with shards of glass, instantly soaked the carpet. Amidst the flying glass fragments, Lu Guanghai collapsed onto the wreckage, not even uttering a single groan of pain.

It turned out that the moment the fist struck his body, an overwhelming force had already passed through him, causing his internal organs to shift.

Lu Guanghai had already lost consciousness before he hit the wall.

"Fuck you...!!!"

Witnessing his cousin's tragic state, Lu Guangchen showed no fear whatsoever; instead, his eyes erupted with a furious rage that seemed to scorch the heavens and boil the seas.

That usually pampered and wealthy body suddenly unleashed a fierce power that was completely disproportionate to its size.

He was like a ferocious beast driven to the brink of despair, charging towards Wei Feng with a resolute determination that disregarded everything!

"waste!"

Wei Feng didn't even bother to turn around.

A fierce, whip-like back kick pierced the air, striking Lu Guangchen precisely and ruthlessly between the chest and abdomen.

"puff--"

Lu Guangchen coughed up blood, accompanied by the clear, piercing sound of his ribs breaking.

His nearly 200-pound body flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing heavily to the ground.

The excruciating pain caused him to let out a short scream before he could no longer hold on.

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

"Brother Feng, should we take care of them?" A cold voice asked from behind.

Five ghostly figures appeared silently at the office door.

His face was still covered by that signature black mask, revealing only a pair of emotionless eyes.

If Lu Guangchen still had a shred of consciousness at this moment, he would have recognized these five people instantly.

The culprit who brutally attacked President Bei of Fengtao Group and drove "Golden Jade Cup" to the brink of ruin!
"No, spare their lives."

Wei Feng lowered his eyes and looked down at Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen, who were lying on the ground. Suddenly, a crazy smile appeared on his lips.

The surging energy caused his short hair to fly up, making him look like a demon or a ghost under the lamplight.

He chuckled, his voice filled with twisted excitement: "These two lives were the key bargaining chips I used to get the complete 'Ten Thousand Valleys Returning to Flow Fist' from that old dog Lu Yulong... How could I bear to let them die now?"

"Go, deliver a 'big gift' to the Lu family." Wei Feng casually kicked a shard of glass at his feet.

“Tell Lu Yulong that his dear nephews are visiting me and ask him to come see me in person—remember, he only has one day.”

The next moment, Wei Feng suddenly held up a finger, a playful glint in his eyes: "By the way, tomorrow at exactly noon, if I don't see the person I want to see..."

Some poor wretch has to perform a "flying trapeze" act atop the Yingnan Tower.

He spread his arms wide in an exaggerated manner, mimicking the act of falling: "And, the kind without a parachute, you know."

"Tsk tsk, just thinking about it is exciting." Wei Feng said, then suddenly turned to the security guard and assistant huddled in the corner and made an exaggerated expression.

"And you guys, make sure you don't make any mistakes when you relay the message. Otherwise..."

His voice suddenly turned cold: "Your boss is about to become the first unequipped flying performer in the history of Yingnan Tower."

The Zhou family villa complex was brightly lit in the night, like scattered stars.

In the living room of the main villa, Lu Xuan sat quietly on the sofa with his eyes closed, his breath calm and still.

Lu Yuliang sat beside him with a calm expression, Lu Yulong frowned slightly, and even Lu Yuhong, who was usually busy, rarely put down his affairs and sat quietly to the side.

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

They were either scattered throughout the Dragon Kingdom running their businesses, or simply unwilling to step into such a solemn occasion.

Young people often feel constrained when their elders are present, preferring to find an excuse to escape to some peace and quiet rather than linger in such an overly serious atmosphere.

Host: Lu Xuan, the Immortal of the Mortal World (Fifth Incarnation)

Realm: Grandmaster of Core Formation (Mid-stage)
Technique: Myriad Valleys Returning to the Flow Fist 7/9
Score: 135090
In the past half month, Lu Xuan has traveled all over Yifeng Province, but he has only managed to accumulate 100,000 points.

The numbers may seem impressive, but they are still far from enough to push the Myriad Valleys Returning to the Flow Fist to the next level.

However, Lu Xuan also gained something else from his two weeks of travel.

This world has been shrouded in legends since ancient times, with alchemists seeking immortality and celestial treasures, as well as accounts of ghosts and gods, appearing and disappearing in the dark river of history.

Several extraordinary individuals who had secluded themselves to cultivate themselves revealed to Lu Xuan that in certain corners of this world...

Perhaps ancient treasures still lie dormant, containing earth-shattering power.

What Lu Xuan truly cared about was the possibility behind these ethereal legends: he wanted to personally verify whether these ancient spiritual treasures, which had been dormant for thousands of years, actually existed.

And whether he can refine it, thereby gaining a large number of system points.

"Yu Liang," Lu Xuan's voice broke the silence of the living room, startling his three sons who all looked up at the same time.

"Arrange my trip to the capital in the coming days. You and the others don't need to come along."

"Dad!" Lu Yulong couldn't help but exclaim.

"Are you going alone?" Lu Yuhong pressed on.

Lu Yuliang hurriedly put down his teacup: "I've already retired and have some free time, so let me accompany you."

Lu Xuan shook his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over his three sons: "No need, it's useless for you to come along—you can't help me with what I need to do."

These words were so blunt that the three of them were speechless, and an awkward silence filled the living room.

The three exchanged a wry smile. The father's words were blunt, but they were an undeniable truth—at their age, going with them would not only be of no help, but might even be a burden.

Lu Yulong knew his father's temperament best; once he made a decision, there was no turning back.

He sighed softly, "Dad, please be careful." He paused, then added, "It just so happens that Ying'er is developing her career in the capital. That girl insists on entering the film and television industry, and I can't stop her... I've asked her to take care of everything over there."

When Lu Yulong mentioned his youngest daughter, Lu Xiaoying, his face was filled with helplessness.

This martial arts master, who opened his own school and taught students, raised a daughter who yearned for the spotlight. In the end, the paths of father and daughter took two different directions.

Fearing his father would refuse, Lu Yulong hurriedly added, "Dad, Xiaoying hasn't seen you in a long time. She'll be so happy if she knew you were going to the capital."

He observed Lu Xuan's expression and continued, "I heard her say that she was going to make a special trip back to Yingnan City to see you in the next few days."

“Perfect timing. I’ll inform her right away that she doesn’t need to travel and can wait for you directly in the capital.”

"Okay." Lu Xuan uttered only one word before closing his eyes.

(End of this chapter)