Eldest Brother swung his arm. "Second Brother, Fourth Brother, hold off those two idiots! Feng Xianzi and Young Sect Master, I'll deal with them myself. Let's see just how domineering this palm technique really is!"
"Roar!"
The skinny man snapped, "You only had the advantage earlier because you outnumbered us. Now we outnumber you—what are we supposed to be afraid of? Brothers, attack!"
"Roar!"
The four of them clashed in an instant!
Eldest Brother raised his saber. "Young Sect Master, Feng Xianzi, you'd better have some ultimate move, or I'll hack you two shameless dogs to death today!"
Feng Xianzi gritted her teeth, thinking about how to draw her blade and fight under... these circumstances.
Lu Chengwen, meanwhile, kept his head lowered, smiling.
Eldest Brother narrowed his eyes. "Young Sect Master, what are you laughing at?"
Lu Chengwen slowly raised his head. His gaze was brimming with confidence and menace, even... a hint of ferocity.
Eldest Brother's eyelids twitched, and his grip on his saber tightened.
"Heh heh heh, hahahaha... heh hahaha... heh heh heh, ahahahahaha..."
Lu Chengwen threw back his head and laughed.
Eldest Brother gritted his teeth. "What are you laughing at?!"
"Hmph." Lu Chengwen glared viciously at Eldest Brother. "I'm laughing because this palm technique seems never to have failed. Every self-righteous idiot thinks I'm just lecherous. Then they rush over, shouting and screaming like fools."
Lu Chengwen shook his head. "Whenever I see the way they die—the shocked, unwilling look still on their faces even after death—I feel immensely satisfied."
Eldest Brother's mouth twitched. "Keep bluffing!"
Lu Chengwen said, "Whether I'm putting on a show or whether there's truly something hidden within, you'll find out if you come over."
A bead of sweat slid down Eldest Brother's forehead as he stared at Lu Chengwen's stance.
He