"Three-Finger Old Devil, Rui Ying."
Hong Cang Zhenren quietly introduced him to Lu Feng.
Lu Feng was only startled for an instant. The chill in his eyes did not fade as he looked at the middle-aged man from the Limitless Sect, feeling not the slightest bit of goodwill toward him.
Had those two men held the upper hand earlier, judging from the way he had stood by coldly, he clearly would have condoned them. They were cut from the same cloth.
"Young man, you'd best not be so arrogant!"
Rui Ying glared at Lu Feng with sinister eyes. "Be careful, or you may not even know how you died!"
At the end, his gaze also flicked toward Jiang Ruoyun, and he was similarly struck by her heavenly beauty.
Tang Yuan retorted indignantly, "If someone's going to die, it will be your old bones first!"
Respect and avoiding trouble were all predicated on everyone living in peace. Now that others had come knocking to bully them, if he still endured it, then he would not be Tang Yuan.
Especially when he saw that the other man even dared set his sights on his brother's woman!
This was simply going too far!
For a moment, Tang Yuan even wanted to make a move directly.
Rui Ying's expression darkened. He said no more. After a brief silence, he suddenly raised a hand and swept it toward Tang Yuan's eyes.
What shocked everyone was that his dark palm had only three fingers—the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger. Both hands lacked their thumbs and little fingers.
It was indescribably ugly and bizarre.
Yet the motion of those three fingers reaching forward was exceptionally fluid. His entire arm seemed to have turned into a strip of cloth, while the three extended fingers were like