Lu Yulong's Breakthrough to Transformative Jin, the True Meaning of the Myriad Ravines Return to Flow Fist!

Lu Yulong stood expressionlessly amid the ruins, his cold gaze settling on the wildly posed figure lounging on the sofa.

There was not the slightest trace of their old bond—only an ice-pick-like scrutiny and undisguised killing intent.

Had I known this day would come... A bone-chilling thought churned within Lu Yulong's heart.

If time could be turned back, he would never have merely expelled that little beast from his school.

The very instant Lu Yulong had noticed Wei Feng's restless tendencies, he would have personally crippled his martial arts and broken his legs.

He would have made him drag his ruined body through the mud like a true wild dog, never able to rise again for all eternity!

His only regret was that, back then, a moment's hesitation and consideration for that false master-disciple bond had kept his hand from being ruthless enough, giving that ungrateful jackal the chance to bite back.

And thus had come today's tragedy, with Guanghai and Guangchen suspended from a high tower, their lives hanging by a thread.

Whenever he thought of the two bloodied and mangled figures atop the tower—his nephew and his own son—it felt as though Lu Yulong's chest were on fire.

They were among the Lu Family's finest descendants, and his son Lu Guanghai was the heir he had painstakingly raised with all his heart!

Yet they had been humiliated by this wretch with such cruel torture, hung in a place watched by the entire city...

Such evil deeds could fill every bamboo slip in the world and still not be fully recorded!

Lu Yulong's hand at his side slowly tightened, his knuckles making faint grinding sounds.

His aura remained calm, but his gaze was nailed to Wei Feng's crazed, laughing face, carrying the terrifying pressure of a storm about to