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A sharp shout shook the onlookers to their core, making their blood surge and even causing the entire hall to tremble.
The voice clearly came from the man next to Chen Jiu, the one who looked honest and simple, and who had just been calling Chen Jiu "godfather": Zhao Fan, the local head of Nadutong Company.
Zhao Fan glared angrily and slammed his large hands, clearly those of someone who had practiced martial arts, onto the table.
"Lu Xuan, how dare you, a mere junior, be so insolent?"
"Don't forget this isn't Wudang Mountain. Just because you're a junior and have some cultivation level, does that mean you can disregard the law and kill people at will?"
"This is not a place for you to act recklessly."
Zhao Fan appears honest and simple, and having also mastered external martial arts, he truly looks like a good cadre.
At this moment, his voice was booming and his face was indignant, clearly intending to use his power to suppress Lu Xuan.
"Iron Fist Sect - Zhao Fan?"
Lu Xuan glanced at Zhao Fan, seemingly recalling his identity.
"What Iron Fist Sect?"
Zhao Fan's expression changed.
Iron Fist Sect is a second-rate sect in the world of supernatural beings, and it cannot compare with a long-standing and profound sect like Wudang.
His face immediately hardened, and he shouted loudly.
"If it's a private conversation or communication between sects, I won't complain if you call me 'senior'."
“But this is a proper occasion. You should speak to me according to your status and position. You should call me Manager Zhao.”
Zhao Fan spoke with a booming voice and an arrogant air.
"Taoist sects do not distinguish between generations even when separated by mountains..."
Even in terms of seniority, your master should call me "Grandmaster".
"If we're talking about status, not to mention your boss Dou Le, even Zhao Fangxu wouldn't dare to speak to me so loudly."
The hall fell silent for a moment, even the murmurs that had been circulating everywhere froze.
Zhao Fan's expression changed repeatedly.
He was certainly aware of the situation on Longhu Mountain, and he had also heard that Xu Si, the head of the North China region, was now following Lu Xuan like a lackey.
Even his superior, Dou Le, rushed to Longhu Mountain, just wanting to use his seniority to put pressure on Lu Xuan.
Who would have thought that Lu Xuan would be so disrespectful?
He completely disregarded his official status?
Since official status is unusable and seniority is too far off, age will suffice.
Zhao Fan immediately started acting like an old man, speaking in a condescending tone.
"You little brat..."
Before he could finish speaking, a clear and melodious sword cry resounded throughout the entire hall.
Without any warning, without any further words.
As the sword rang out, an invisible sword aura suddenly shattered the momentary silence in the arena, silencing Zhao Fan's old-fashioned official speech.
I felt no pain or coldness, only a gentle spring breeze that seemed to permeate every inch of my flesh and bone, and even reach my soul.
Then, his flesh, bone marrow, and even his soul were truly blown apart.
Under the horrified gazes of everyone present, as if in slow motion, Zhao Fan's flesh and bones scattered like rose petals in the sky.
Thin slices of flesh, as thin as cicada wings, floated far away, shrouded in a hazy mist of blood, even reflecting a brief rainbow in the air.
A white skeleton moved its jaw, as if it were about to say the second half of a sentence.
Only when he looked at his own skeleton did Zhao Fan seem to realize that he was dead, his bones scattering all over the ground.
Even the air seemed to fall silent.
Zhao Fan, who was just standing on high ground, pointing fingers at Lu Xuan in terms of "seniority," "youth," and "status," is now dead on the ground.
Wow! There's not a speck of meat on this bone, what excellent cooking skills!
That's so cruel!
Lu Xuan acted too quickly and ruthlessly, so quickly that those who had originally intended to follow Zhao Fan's lead and offer their support hadn't even had a chance before it was all over.
As the dust settled, only a profound silence weighed on the hearts of everyone in the hall.
Chapter 162: Everything is within my plan
I was just being polite to you so you'd know how you died, but you actually took yourself so seriously?
Lu Xuan sighed, "This is probably the disadvantage of the high moral standards of prestigious and righteous sects."
Everyone treats me like an easy-going, nice person.
Perhaps I was too lenient with myself before, not ruthless enough.
Lu Xuan sighed and decided that he should try harder to overcome the stereotype that he was a good person.
There was dead silence in the venue.
The only one who was happy was probably the old, immortal Chen Jiu.
Seeing Lu Xuan kill so ruthlessly, Chen Jiu was also deeply shocked for a moment.
Lu Xuan from Wudang is too ruthless!
But soon, he was overwhelmed by ecstasy.
It's good to be ruthless! It's good to be ruthless!
Chen's eyes were shining, which was exactly what I wanted.
Now that he has lost two sons and even the head of his company in the city has died at Lu Xuan's hands, killing someone in broad daylight, not only Wudang but even the company can't protect Lu Xuan.
It should be noted that besides the Chen family and the distinguished guests he had invited, there were also a large number of ordinary people here.
To put it mildly, Lu Xuan threatened the safety of ordinary people; to put it more seriously, he violated the principle of secrecy regarding the supernatural.
If he could just bring all the ordinary people in from outside, Lu Xuan might immediately make headlines in the ordinary people's news today.
At that time, with his moral blackmail and manipulation of public opinion, he could easily slip into the crowd and start killing people.
The more people Lu Xuan killed, the more tragic his death became.
Well done! Well done!
If I can kill a couple more, I'll have even more evidence.
Chen's cloudy eyes swept across the room, but no one dared to make eye contact with him.
I'll say a few words for you, do you really want us to die here?
Finally, Chen Jiu's gaze met Chen Youquan's.
Chen Jiu: "..."
Chen Youquan: "..."
Chen Jiu: Isn't there another one?
Chen Youquan: This old man wants to kill me?
There are plenty of sons; the death of one or two is nothing.
Chen's face darkened.
Noble families have never lacked bloodlines that can be sacrificed.
With so many sons and dozens of grandchildren, losing a son in exchange for more leverage is a worthwhile thing.
My dear son, it's time for you to sacrifice for the Chen family.
Sacrifice your spicy neighbor...
Chen Youquan's expression grew even colder.
Why aren't you dead yet, you old man?
You old codger, you've lived for so long, why didn't you sacrifice yourself for the Chen family?
Do you want to trade my life for more chips?
Their eyes met, both filled with the genuine desire to kill the other.
"They have the power!"
Chen immediately put on an acting show, his voice even trembling with anger.
"Are you just going to stand by and watch Lu Xuan act so arrogantly? Where is the backbone of the Chen family?"
All eyes turned to Chen Youquan, causing him to feel dizzy and his vision to go black.
You old man, are you trying to pick a fight with me?
Chen Youquan tried to struggle.
"Dad, I..."
"I said……"
Lu Xuan spoke softly from the side.
This interrupted the scene of "filial piety and parental love".
While it's quite entertaining to watch you two tear each other apart, have you misunderstood something?
"I've already said I'm here to wipe out the whole family, so why are you arguing about who comes first?"
Lu Xuan was very considerate: "Come on, it's guaranteed to kill you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen's composure crumbled instantly.
That damned Lu Xuan, he killed his two sons and is still so arrogant and making sarcastic remarks here?
Damn it, enough people have died already, one more son won't make a difference.