Lu Chengwen taking on Tian Jia alone was absolutely a battle of skill.
Zhao Ritian stared at Lu Chengwen in confusion for a long time, then turned back to look at Long Aotian.
He pointed at Lu Chengwen. "He's lost his mind."
Long Aotian nodded. "Come here. Help me up."
"Oh."
Kong Yirou hurriedly said, "I'll help you, Brother Long."
Long Aotian stood and shouted, "Chengwen, his fatal weakness is—"
"I know!"
Before his words had even fallen, Lu Chengwen had already smashed Tian Jia's kneecap to pieces.
Tian Jia lay on the ground, clutching his lower leg. "You... you actually dare..."
Lu Chengwen rammed his staff into his mouth, smashing his oral cavity apart.
"So damn talkative!"
Lu Chengwen pointed his staff at him. "Remember this: every grievance has its culprit, every debt has its debtor. Since I dared to make a move, I'm not afraid of you people! My Senior Disciple Brother is Long Aotian, King Tiechi's sworn godson, Hun Tiangang's eldest disciple. He lives in the high-end villa district of Cheng Wen District, Xue City, Northern Kingdom. The house number is..."
Zhao Ritian nodded. "Well said! As expected of a true man!"
Long Aotian looked at Zhao Ritian. "Well said, my ass. Those were all my titles and my home address."
Zhao Ritian suddenly understood. "Right!"
He rushed over, pointed at Tian Jia, and shouted angrily, "My name is Zhao Ritian! I live next door to Long Aotian! If you've got the guts, come find me!"
Long Aotian and everyone else rolled their eyes hard.
Lu Chengwen had quite a few injuries on him as well, but compared with Zhao Ritian and Long Aotian, his were already considered light.
The group gathered together and found that only Zhang Xuanfeng was missing; everyone else was still alive.