The shock in his heart was rapidly replaced by intense humiliation and fury.
For decades, the Blood Soul Sect had run rampant through the Black Wind Mountain Range, relying on its brutality and secrecy. When had anyone ever dared to look down on them like this?
And to be looked down on by some scrawny young punk who looked as if he couldn't even kill a chicken!
"Good... good! Very good!"
The hawk-nosed man laughed in his fury, his voice as shrill as an owl's screech. "Kid, I admit I underestimated you. You must have some kind of protective treasure on you, or perhaps you've cultivated some strange body technique. But do you think those little tricks are enough to let you run wild in front of the Blood Soul Sect?!"
He stomped hard, and a wave of dark-red energy exploded outward from him, sending the leaves and dust on the ground spiraling into the air.
His black robe billowed without a breeze, snapping loudly as a blood-soaked, baleful aura ten times denser than before surged toward the sky.
"Long live the sect leader!"
The few remaining cultists seemed to have found their backbone. They immediately shouted in unison, their eyes once more feverish and cruel.
"A treasure? A body technique?"
Lu Yuan seemed to have heard a joke. He held up a finger and slowly wagged it. "No, no, you've got it all wrong. Why would I need such troublesome things to deal with the likes of you?"
He paused, his gaze turning somewhat pitying. "I'm simply... stronger than you. Much, much stronger. Understand, gentlemen? You're insects."
"You're asking for death!"
The words "gentlemen, you're insects" completely ignited the hawk-nosed man's fury.
He stopped wasting words and abruptly formed a strange hand seal in front of his chest, muttering