Li Dalu's Way

At the Tang Clan's side courtyard, Tang Shisan stood rigid with tension, and Meng Xiaolou looked nervous. Even Liu Piaopiao, who had been wearing a disdainful expression, fell silent.

The three of them had expected Feng Linglong to make a move, but they hadn't expected Li Dalu to do so as well.

Looking at the bamboo sword in Li Dalu's hand, Liu Piaopiao laughed scornfully. "A bamboo sword? You think you can fight with that?"

Meng Xiaolou, however, suddenly tensed, remembering the teacher who had vanished from the Academy—and that Li Dalu was the teacher's chosen successor...

How could Wang Xian's senior brother possibly have no skills at all?

Outside the Wang residence, Feng Linglong had retreated all the way to the lakeside. She was secretly astonished, and the spirit sword in her hand trembled with a buzzing hum. Then her eyes suddenly lit up.

Looking at Li Dalu standing outside the gate, she smiled. "That was nothing."

Hearing this, Liu Xian'er froze. A moment later, she let out a soft cry. A corner of the teacher's green robe had fallen slowly to the ground, like a withered leaf.

Feng Linglong had almost wounded the teacher.

Li Dalu paid no attention to that sword stroke carried on the wind. He merely furrowed his brow slightly.

Sure enough, when fighting someone, he was still nowhere near as decisive and direct as his junior brother.

He also hadn't expected the woman before him, who looked like an immortal maiden, to be so murderous.

He sighed softly, wondering: If my junior brother were here, would he cut off this woman's arm with a single sword strike?

Or punch her into the depths of Misty Rain Lake?

Since his junior brother had said all the heroes under heaven were ants, that meant his junior