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

Chapter 406 The Fearful Wei Feng: That Speed ​​Is Not What Humans Should Possess!

In that lightning-fast exchange, the vortex of airflow behind Lu Yulong was formed by the twisted air behind him.

That profound concept of absorbing energy and transforming it into a single point... it can't be wrong!
This is exactly what Wei Feng had been longing for since he betrayed his sect, spent fifteen years in seclusion, endured countless bloody battles, and was even willing to risk his life for.

—The ultimate meaning of the Ten Thousand Valleys Returning to the Flow Fist!
A surge of anger, mixed with intense longing, exploded within Wei Feng's chest.

He not only wanted the Lu family to pay for their blood debt, but he also wanted to personally strip this supreme martial art from his "mentor"!
As it turned out, Wei Feng's judgment was absolutely correct.

Before reaching the level of a Grandmaster of Transformation, Lu Yulong used the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist.

Despite its unparalleled ferocity, it always seemed like a soulless shell, possessing only the form but lacking the spirit.

Only now did the surging internal energy and the true meaning of his fist technique truly merge together.

This peerless fist technique finally unleashed its true power—enough to shake the heavens and the earth—in Lu Yulong's hands for the first time!

The ability to gather all rivers and return to all valleys, transforming external forces into one's own, is the profound mystery that can only be revealed when the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist reaches its ultimate state.

"You old codger," Wei Feng's voice was icy cold, "hand over the secrets of the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist."
Otherwise, you can expect to collect your precious son's corpse!

He casually took the satellite phone handed to him by his subordinate and pressed the speakerphone button.

"Du...du..."

After a brief pause, the call was connected.

There was no sound from the other side, only the whistling of the wind unique to the high altitude, and an unsettling silence that seemed like the breath of death.

Wei Feng revealed a cruel smile and began to count down, each number striking Lu Yulong's heart like a death knell: "I'll give you ten seconds to consider."

"ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

"seven……"

……

Meanwhile, on the top floor of a building one kilometer away from Yingnan Tower.

A burly man in a vest, Qinghu, was leisurely leaning against the cement railing, a playful smile on his lips, like a cat catching a mouse.

There was a half-empty can of beer on his right, and a phone casually held to his ear in his left hand.

The "Black Star" sniper rifle mounted on the railing had a long barrel that gleamed with a cold, hard light under the moonlight.

The crosshairs of the sniper scope were steadily moving back and forth between the heart of the two suspended figures more than a thousand meters away.

As Qinghu listened to the countdown coming through the receiver, his finger lightly rested on the trigger guard.

It was as if it wasn't a switch that determined two lives, but just an interesting toy.

Time, with its cold countdown, ticked away second by second.

The scent of death hung over everyone's heart.

"……two!"

Just as the countdown to death was about to reach its end.

A calm and soft voice, out of place with the atmosphere, suddenly came from the telephone receiver in Wei Feng's hand.

"Could you give me the phone? I am here on the orders of Elder Qin to personally inform the Lu family that I am safe."

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess a strange penetrating power, echoing clearly in the deathly silent, unfinished building.

Wei Feng's countdown abruptly stopped!

The sneer on his face froze instantly. He suddenly held the phone up to his eyes, his pupils contracted sharply, and he showed an expression of utter disbelief.

The voice didn't come from any of his subordinates, but... it came from Qinghu's phone!
At the same time, on the top floor of a building a kilometer away.

The mocking smile on Qinghu's face froze completely, and a cold fear originating from biological instinct instantly gripped his heart.

He slowly and stiffly turned his head.

Under the moonlight, an old man dressed in a plain white ancient robe appeared, silently standing behind him.

The old man had short, snow-white hair and a face covered in wrinkles, like parched land.

Every ravine seems to be etched with the vicissitudes and strength of time.

He wasn't tall, but he possessed a calm and dignified air, with a cold and stern gaze. Just by standing there quietly, the surrounding air seemed to freeze completely.

Although the old man in white robes did not exude any murderous aura, Qinghu's intuition, honed by countless life-and-death experiences, was screaming wildly—warning him.

The mysterious white-robed old man before him was an unparalleled powerhouse whom he could neither comprehend nor contend with!
Qinghu even had a hunch—even their old man, Wei Feng, that grandmaster who had reached the late stage of the Transformation Realm and whose methods were as ruthless as a demon god.

No one can match this person!
However, he no longer had time to think of any solutions.

Qinghu didn't even see the other party make any move; he only felt that all the light in front of him was suddenly taken away, and eternal darkness had descended.

Consciousness vanished instantly.

Qing Hu, the sniper who dominated the overseas mercenary world, didn't even have time to put up a fight or give a warning before his life was cut off and he fell to the ground silently.

Inside the unfinished building, the deathly silence was broken by a muffled thud from the satellite phone, the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Wei Feng shouted "Qing Hu!" into the microphone several times, but all he got in response was the howling wind in the sky.

An extremely ominous premonition instantly gripped him.

"Brother Feng, look at the tower over there!" One of his men pointed sharply at the huge LCD TV, his voice trembling slightly.

Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on the screen—it was the surveillance footage from the top floor of Yingnan Tower.

A figure dressed in a black Zhongshan suit was walking on the almost vertical glass curtain wall outside the tower. The fierce wind at three hundred meters above could not shake the person in the slightest. He walked with ease, as if walking on flat ground, as if gravity had no effect on him.

In just a few breaths, the man had strolled leisurely to the top of the tower.

They arrived at the two fishing lines that held Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen's lives together.

"dad!"

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

"Die to me——!!"

Inside the unfinished building, seeing his plans about to be ruined, Wei Feng completely lost his mind.

His eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly pulled a black bomb remote control from his pocket and pressed his thumb hard against the scarlet detonation button without hesitation!

Meanwhile, atop the 300-meter-high tower.

Lu Xuan's gaze was calm as he swept over his two grandsons dangling from the fishing line and the miniature bomb at the end of the rope that gleamed with an ominous light.

Faced with this deadly situation that would leave any expert helpless, Lu Xuan simply raised one index finger.

"laugh--"

A wisp of golden energy, refined to its extreme and almost tangible, shot out from his fingertips!

The energy surged so fast it defied the limits of visual perception, like a golden thread tearing through space, precisely slicing through the rope binding the bomb.

With a barely audible snap, the slender fishing line that carried the lives of two people broke!

Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen instantly lost their weight and plummeted towards the abyss below.

At that very same instant—

Lu Xuan quickly flicked out a seemingly ordinary thick hemp rope with his right hand.

Under the profound and unpredictable infusion and exquisite control of the internal energy, the soft hemp rope seemed to be endowed with life and spirit.

Like two nimble snakes emerging from their den, they swiftly and precisely coiled around the two falling figures!
The rope ends were wrapped, tightened, and secured; the series of movements were executed flawlessly under Dan Jin's control, happening in the blink of an eye.

"boom--!!!"

A violent explosion finally came from the television speakers, accompanied by towering flames and thick smoke.

The iconic spire of the Yingnan Pagoda broke off in the explosion, crashing to the ground amidst flames and debris!

However, at the very same instant that destruction occurred.

Lu Xuan stood on the viewing platform like a ghost, carrying Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen in his left and right hands respectively.

No one could see how Lu Xuan did it.

That transcends the realm of speed; it's more like... a world within reach, a place shrinking to an inch.

In everyone's eyes, almost as soon as the flames from the explosion at the top of the tower lit up, his figure appeared on the observation deck.

It was as if Lu Xuan had never left, or perhaps time had created a gap in his life.

Inside the unfinished building, all was deathly silent.

Wei Feng stared intently at the calm and composed figure on the television screen. All his previous madness, anger, and arrogance vanished in an instant.

A cold bead of sweat uncontrollably slid down his forehead, along his taut cheek, and finally dripped onto the dusty cement floor.

Wei Feng felt as if he had seen a real god.

That speed, that composure, that effortless movement through the explosions and flames... this is a power that no human could possibly possess!

He had painstakingly planned for fifteen years, believing he possessed the power of revenge and had even broken through to the late stage of the Transformation Realm.

But in front of the other party, they are as insignificant as ants trying to shake a tree.

For the first time, a primal fear, stemming from the very instinct of life, gripped his heart completely.

However, Wei Feng didn't have time to savor this boundless fear for long.

Standing in the center of the ruins, Lu Yulong's eyes flashed with a cold light. Without any hesitation, he coldly swung down his right hand.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!”

In an instant, scorching flames spewed out from all directions!

The dense barrage of comments, like a deadly downpour, instantly enveloped the sofa area!

The reaction speed of a master of internal energy transformation is indeed extraordinary; they may be able to predict and avoid stray bullets.

But in this confined space, facing a barrage of fire from hundreds of automatic rifles that leaves no blind spots, any movement technique becomes meaningless.

not to mention--

"boom!!"

Almost simultaneously with the gunshot, a deep, booming sound, like the roar of a giant beast, exploded!
That was the roar of the Barrett heavy sniper rifle!

A special 12.7mm warhead, with devastating kinetic energy, struck first and pierced through Wei Feng's chest in an instant!
The powerful impact nearly tore half of his body apart, with blood and bone fragments exploding everywhere.

The frozen horror on Wei Feng's face, along with the lingering madness and his ambition to dominate the region, were completely torn apart and annihilated by the firepower of the firearms at this moment.

Smoke filled the air, and the gunfire gradually subsided.

Wei Feng, along with his four core subordinates, had already turned into several mutilated corpses on the ground.

Everything is settled.

(End of this chapter)