Wen Lanfeng had never imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that such a day would come. From the moment he had stepped into the Cultivation World, he had prepared himself for the possibility of dying badly. Yet he had never imagined that it would be his own Wen family who wanted him dead.
Especially Wen Rui, whom he had vigorously supported—without that support, Wen Rui would never have had the chance to enter the Spirit Transformation stage. If Wen Lanfeng had harbored even the slightest bit of caution, Wen Rui could never have injured him. How could the boiling blood in his chest be vented...?
With a face full of grief and fury, Wen Lanfeng exerted force with two fingers. With a crisp clang, he twisted apart the treasured sword that had pierced through his chest, then flung out a cold gleam with a sweep of his hand. Carrying Thunderous Power, it vanished like lightning, faster than the attacker himself.
Bang! A blossom of blood burst open on Wen Rui's chest. "Pfft!" Wen Rui spat out a mouthful of blood. The broken blade's momentum struck his chest like a heavy hammer; that single cold gleam pierced through his chest as a tremendous force sent him flying backward.
Almost at the very instant Wen Lanfeng struck, Yan Zhuixing transformed into an afterimage and lunged forward at high speed. The Killing Intent around Wen Lanfeng abruptly erupted, sweeping forth like wind scattering clouds. His gaze remained fixed upon the blasted-away Wen Rui as, without even turning his head, he slapped at the half of the broken blade exposed from his chest. A stream of light, accompanied by a jetting sword of blood, shot fiercely out from his back. The roar of wind and thunder rose again as it blasted toward the approaching