Lu Chengwen stopped Long Aotian. "Senior Disciple Brother, calm down!"
Long Aotian shoved Lu Chengwen aside and instantly seized his throat with one hand. "You piece of trash, don't call me Senior Disciple Brother! You don't deserve to!"
Struggling, Lu Chengwen said, "You and I kowtowed and became disciples... then became sworn brothers... Heaven knows, Earth knows, you know, I know... If you kill me, you'll suffer Heaven's Punishment..."
Lu Chengwen found it increasingly difficult to breathe and could barely speak. Seeing Hua Xuening standing nearby with a puzzled look, he painfully forced out, "Xue Ning... knows..."
Long Aotian glanced back and slowly released his grip.
Lu Chengwen desperately gulped down air.
Fuming, Long Aotian said, "That old bastard is playing me. He's playing me."
"Is that so?" Lu Chengwen straightened up and said between gasps, "At least he taught you three moves. He hasn't taught me a damn thing."
Long Aotian clenched his fists, overflowing with hatred yet utterly helpless.
He prided himself on being a righteous man. He had sworn a solemn oath before Heaven and Earth, and if he simply violated it and killed Lu Chengwen, it would still weigh on his conscience.
Besides, "Master" was inside the cave. If he executed his junior disciple brother here, Master would surely purge the sect.
Hun Tiangang's strength was unfathomable. Long Aotian could not even determine his exact level, but anyone whose depths he could not fathom had to be at least an Upper Four Gates expert.
And not merely an entry-level Upper Four Gates expert—he had to be intermediate or higher.
Experts like that were difficult to find anywhere in all of China.
He had only been overcome by greed for a moment. That old man had muddleheadedly wanted to take on disciples, and Long Aotian had thought