Lu Zhaofeng had been taken down by Huangfu Wuxia alone. That golden dragon was a set-type magical treasure forged from thirty-six flying swords.
There was no need to mention how extravagantly wealthy Huangfu Wuxia was. As for Old Third Lu, he was covered in over a hundred cuts, with his right leg severed. He was already in a wretched state.
He did not dare challenge Huangfu Wuxia, but seeing Du Fanghui, whom he had once toyed with, now standing before him looking so proper and dignified, he truly could not bear it.
That was what it meant to have a twisted temperament. Even with death looming over him, he could not stand seeing some nobody strut around in front of him.
Du Fanghui did not argue with him. He merely grinned. "Old Third, did you leave behind a life plaque?"
A life plaque was similar to a soul lamp. A cultivator left a drop of essence blood on a talisman plaque, and should they meet with misfortune, the plaque would shatter.
By asking that, Du Fanghui was clearly considering killing him. He merely needed to know whether the other two Lu brothers would find out.
Lu Zhaofeng's heart sank, but he was vicious by nature. In his fury, he could not help shouting, "If you've got the guts, kill me!"
Du Fanghui looked at Feng Jun, then at Huangfu Wuxia. Seeing that neither reacted, he gave Lu Zhaofeng a cold smile.
Old Third Lu was truly frightened now. Cold sweat instantly poured down his face as he screamed hoarsely, "You dare oppose the Ten Directions Platform?"
At that moment, Huangfu Wuxia spoke blandly. "No life plaque."
Du Fanghui raised a hand, and a streak of white light severed the man's head. Only then did he snort. "Couldn't even cling to