Jia Clan Invites Northern Profound Zhu

Yi Chaifei's face turned ashen. He had lost—not only the fistfight, but even his schemes had been defeated by Lu Zhigang.

The old man sighed ruefully. "It is not that I am useless; Heaven simply did not aid me!"

"The Heavenly Dao is merciless. When has it ever aided anyone? A person can only save himself."

Lu Zhigang shot him a sidelong glance. "What do you mean, switching cultivation? I, Lu Zhigang, was born of Flying Bird Fist. I merely cultivated poison palms alongside it."

He raised the pair of Divine Goose Seizers in his hands. "These Divine Goose Seizers were transformed from the body of a powerful Wild Goose Formation Fist senior, who sacrificed himself to enlighten me when many powerful martial artists besieged Poison Grand Peak. They have remained by my side day and night, reminding me never to forget my roots."

He turned toward the surrounding onlookers. "Today, I, Lu Zhigang, shall make my intentions clear to all of you."

"After entering the ranks of powerful martial artists, I, Lu Zhigang, realized that poison arts were a crooked path. I have returned to the foundational art of Flying Bird Fist. I hope all fellow practitioners will take note."

The news was far too shocking.

Lu Zhigang had actually switched to Flying Bird Fist. The fist art he had displayed just now was unmistakably the profound fist art of Old Man Hundred Birds.

At this point, some people also dug up old scores.

Back when the Seven Birds Alliance divided up Old Man Hundred Birds' inheritance, aside from Peacock Sixth, who was still alive, the other six birds had all been killed by Lu Zhigang.

Looking at it now, he had obtained all the inheritances. Lu Zhigang's thoughts ran deep—he had lurked under the Poison Martial Arts sect,