"Is that so? You think there’s nothing I can do to you?"

Lu Tianxing looked Tang Er up and down, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly into a graceful arc—only within that graceful curve lurked a chilling killing intent.

When Tang Er saw the smile on Lu Tianxing’s face, an inexplicable, unprecedented sense of fear rose in his heart, as if tonight they were all destined to die at Lu Tianxing’s hands.

"Go ahead and try. Let’s see if you actually have that ability."

Tang Er narrowed his eyes at Lu Tianxing, killing intent boiling in his heart without cease. He felt a sense of threat from Lu Tianxing; if he didn’t kill Lu Tianxing, it was easy to imagine that Lu Tianxing would definitely become a great enemy of Tang Qingyun, even a major hidden danger to the Tang Family. A man like this must never be allowed to live—Lu Tianxing has to die today!

The killing intent in Tang Er’s eyes grew thicker and thicker. He was raised and trained by the Tang Family; to him, the Tang Family was no different from his own home. Whoever dared to lay a hand on his home was his enemy, and enemies must die.

"In a moment you’ll know whether or not I have that ability."

Lu Tianxing gave Tang Er a faint glance, not rushing to make a move. Instead he continued, "Before we fight, I still have a question I want to ask you. Tell me, do we share some deep blood feud? What makes you come after me again and again, even wanting to kill me the very first time you laid eyes on me?"

The killing intent radiating from Tang Er’s whole body was not concealed in the slightest, and of course Lu Tianxing could sense it.

"What deep blood feud?"

After hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, the cold sneer on Tang Er’s face grew even stronger. "When you’re dead, I’ll stand in front of your corpse and tell you all about what deep blood feud there is between us."

"Looks like you won’t cry till you see the coffin."

"Hmph, Third Young Master of the Lu Family, anyone can talk big. Let’s see the real skill under our hands!"

"Hmph, then come and try."

Before the words had even fallen, Lu Tianxing flicked the cigarette butt between his fingers. That crimson tip shot out like a spark, whistling straight toward Tang Er. It was like a bullet, its speed pushed to the extreme.

"Hmph, a petty trick."

Seeing the whistling cigarette butt, a trace of disdain curved Tang Er’s lips. He stepped forward, and the cigarette butt that was screaming toward him suddenly seemed to slam into an invisible wall, then exploded with a bang, bursting into fragments.

And at the instant Lu Tianxing moved, Mandala’s figure retreated in a flash, withdrawing to the distance to quietly watch the exchange between Lu Tianxing and Tang Er.

When Chen Kunchang saw Mandala standing alone in place, a cold gleam flashed through his eyes. With his vision, he could naturally see that Mandala was only a Yellow-level Peak Martial Artist. With his current strength, even badly injured, capturing Mandala would be as easy as lifting a hand.

But at the instant he was about to move, Chen Kunchang finally chose to abandon that plan. For some reason, even faced with a Yellow Level Realm Martial Artist like Mandala, his heart still thumped with a faint sense of dread, as if the moment he struck at Mandala, he would be facing some great terror.

Although her gaze was focused on Lu Tianxing, the corner of Mandala’s eye had been monitoring Chen Kunchang’s every move. When she saw Chen Kunchang ultimately give up on attacking her, a trace of regret flashed through her eyes. If Chen Kunchang dared to make a move on her, she wouldn’t mind letting him truly understand the meaning of the word "regret."

After seeing Tang Er and Lu Tianxing begin to fight, Zhang Yue’s figure also slowly retreated to the side, yet her eyes remained fixed, unblinking, on the clash between Lu Tianxing and Tang Er. As for Chen Kunchang and Mandala, she didn’t take them seriously at all. As long as Tang Er could kill Lu Tianxing, both Mandala and Chen Kunchang would be nothing to fear—she could crush them with a turn of her hand.

At the same time, in the instant Tang Er shattered the cigarette butt, Lu Tianxing also struck without the slightest hesitation. His figure was like a ghost; in the blink of an eye he had already appeared at Tang Er’s side.

That terrifying speed left a lingering afterimage in place, as if in that instant Lu Tianxing had become two people.

"Hmph, Third Young Master of the Lu Family, today I’ll test just how much you’re really worth."

Seeing Lu Tianxing’s movement, an icy light flashed in Tang Er’s eyes.

Accompanying his voice, a True Qi Palm Seal eerily appeared above Lu Tianxing’s body. The silver giant palm descended in one strike.

Bang!

The True Qi behind Lu Tianxing rebounded directly, shattering that True Qi Palm Seal out of thin air, turning it into nothingness and making it vanish without a trace.

"You want to ambush me? I’m afraid you’re not qualified. With just a Peak of Mid-stage Mythical realm, in my eyes you’re not worth a damn. Killing you is like slaughtering a dog."

From that brief exchange just now, Lu Tianxing directly sensed Tang Er’s strength: the Peak of Mid-stage Mythical realm. His True Qi had been tempered a thousand times and was only a hair’s breadth away from stepping smoothly into the Late Stage of Mythical. Even if he hadn’t stepped in yet, Tang Er’s strength was enough to face a Late Stage of Mythical head-on. At the very least, he was far stronger than Kawakami Renichi from Japan whom Lu Tianxing had encountered back then. Kawakami Renichi might not even be Tang Er’s match if they fought.

"Who the hell is he? His True Qi is so vast and terrifying—he’s definitely not from some ordinary family. Looks like the mastermind behind this is far stronger than I imagined."

A thought flashed through Lu Tianxing’s mind, but his hands didn’t hesitate in the slightest. He attacked ferociously, without any scruples, blasting out a punch.

This punch was filled with sharpness and dominance. As the fist wind surged, the air itself exploded, yet it did not dissipate. Instead it condensed together like a peerless divine sword slashing out from the heavens, carrying a force that could crush dry weeds and smash rotten wood, hacking down on Tang Er from above.

"Phantom Shield."

Tang Er’s expression didn’t change at all. His True Qi erupted, and a wavering, illusory shield instantly condensed in front of his body. At the center of the shield was a blood-filled maw, which opened wide and spat out waves of surging True Qi. They shot out like meteors, bombarding toward Lu Tianxing.

Unfortunately for him, after the trip to Eagle Country, Lu Tianxing’s True Qi had been refined once again to the extreme, only one opportunity away from stepping into the Late Stage of Mythical. How could he possibly fear Tang Er?

His arm trembled slightly, and as the fist wind shuddered, it directly crushed those torrents of True Qi into nothing.

And at that instant, Tang Er, who had been standing in place, suddenly let out a long howl as his body shot skyward. He soared straight up, his whole body exuding a killing intent sharpened to the limit. Crossing midair, he twisted, arriving directly above Lu Tianxing’s head like an eagle striking the ground, diving down at Lu Tianxing. At the same time his palm smashed down from above, a bolt of thunderous power exploding in midair, crackling continuously in the ears, carrying a force of destruction as it smashed toward Lu Tianxing’s skull.