Bloody Wedding 3 [Seeking Follow-up Reads]

Lu Jing'an's understanding of Lawrence was already no less than that of Li Jinglin.

After all, from the very beginning of his planning, Lu Jing'an had harbored the intention to clash with this Martial Cultivator who had traveled across the ocean and possessed Battle Qi.

Therefore, Lu Jing'an had spent more effort pondering and analyzing him.

There were truly quite a few flaws in Lawrence's personality.

The most obvious among them was that arrogance and conceit deeply ingrained in his bones.

Of course, this could perhaps be considered a common ailment among Western Martial Cultivators after arriving in China.

Almost everyone was tainted by it.

Yet, it was precisely this common ailment that led Lu Jing'an to conclude that he would definitely walk through the main gate in a grand and ostentatious manner.

As for turning back to save Li Jinglin?

That was absolutely impossible.

Lawrence, this foreigner, had never once held Li Jinglin in any regard.

Once something happened here, he would surely prioritize his own escape above all else.

If he were to actually turn back to save someone, Lu Jing'an would find things even easier.

Chen Xuan would never pass up the opportunity to land a finishing blow while he was at it.

About half an hour later, heavy and rapid footsteps echoed from the end of the long street.

Thump, thump, thump.

Each step felt like a hammer blow to the heart, causing even the ground to tremble faintly.

Lu Jing'an strained his eyes to look.

A tall figure approached from the distance.

The silhouette gradually became clear in the morning mist.

Blonde hair, deep-set eyes, broad shoulders, and a sturdy build.

He was wrapped in a slightly disheveled dark hunting outfit.

It was none other than Lawrence.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the city gate.

He slammed on the brakes, kicking up a gust of hot air.

Looking at the Security Officer standing ready with guns in hand, Lawrence grinned, revealing an undisguised sneer.

"Put away your pieces of scrap metal."

He shouted in a foreign tongue, his voice as coarse as grinding gravel.

"Open the gate and let me out. Otherwise, I don't mind snapping every one of your necks."

Lawrence spoke in a foreign language.

None of the Security Officer on the opposite side understood what he meant.

However, the order they had received was to hold this position.

So, regardless of what Lawrence said, they were not going to move aside.

Seeing that the people opposite had no intention of yielding, a surge of ferocity flared in Lawrence's eyes.

"Seeking death."

He let out a low growl.

A surging Battle Qi erupted violently from his body.

A pale golden light poured out from within him, coiling and rising like tangible flames.

The bluestone slabs beneath his feet shattered inch by inch.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly.

The doors and windows of the shops on both sides of the street creaked and groaned.

Dust cascaded from the eaves.

The few Security Officer standing at the very front felt their breath hitch.

It was as if an invisible weight were crushing their chests.

They could barely hold their rifles steady.

Hidden behind a window on the second floor overlooking the street, Situ Yiyun's expression shifted abruptly as he witnessed the scene.

The strength of this Lawrence.

It was several points higher than he had estimated!

His Battle Qi was as solid as armor.

The light was blinding, nearing the realm of Iron Bone.

He and Chen Heqing combined would likely not be able to withstand a single blow from him.

As for the firearms in the hands of those Security Officer.

He feared they wouldn't even be able to break through his Battle Qi defense.

They had been overconfident!

Both men's hearts sank simultaneously.

Just then, Lu Jing'an raised his hand unhurriedly and whispered an order to those behind him: "Release the banners."

"Yes, Young Master."

The subordinates waiting in the shadows immediately leaned out of the window.

They signaled outward.

Atop the city wall, those who had been waiting for the signal acted at once.

Five massive white banners unfurled in response.

Each one was over two zhang wide.

They cascaded from the battlements all the way to the base of the wall.

Like five silent waterfalls.

In an instant, they covered the entire grayish-brown city wall.

There were five banners in total.

Written upon them were the five fatal weaknesses of Lawrence.

Did he want to seize the initiative to unleash his Battle Qi?

Then Lu Jing'an would ensure he couldn't even grasp that initiative.

He would make him tremble with fear.

Lawrence saw the five giant banners suddenly descend upon the city wall.

His expression froze.

Instinctively, he looked at the content written on them.

The text on the banners had been thoughtfully written in a foreign language.

So he had no trouble reading it at all.

However, after finishing the content on just the first banner, Lawrence's face turned ghastly.

Because this first banner detailed the greatest stain of his life.

It was written there.

That when he used a secret technique to stimulate his Battle Qi, he had been overcome by fear.

As a result, he suffered a backlash from the technique.

Which caused his male potency to be severely diminished.

This was the reason why Lawrence sought out women wherever he went.

People always want to prove what they lack the most.

"Who... who is it?!"

Veins bulged on Lawrence's neck.

He squeezed the hoarse question through his teeth.

These secrets.

These secrets that even he dared not recall while sober.

How could anyone know them!

And how could they be made public in such a humiliating way!

How did Lu Jing'an find out?

Naturally, Lawrence "told" him himself.

Whenever he was lost in indulgence, he would always babble in a foreign tongue, repeating himself over and over.

He would vent those dark secrets buried deep within his heart.

He thought no one could understand.

He even thought that speaking them aloud was a form of liberation.

A different kind of strength.

Nothing is more self-deceptive than this.

Lawrence trembled all over.

His Battle Qi flickered unsteadily.

He looked violently toward the second, the third...

The second depicted the fatal flaw in his circulation of Battle Qi.

Every time his energy flowed to three inches below his armpit, there would be a momentary stagnation.

The third revealed that he had once been defeated by a nemesis in his homeland.

He had been forced to crawl like a dog between his enemy's legs just to save his life.

Yet this left a scar on his heart, causing unbearable hidden pain whenever it rained.

The fourth, the fifth...

One by one, item by item.

All his shameful weaknesses, old wounds, crushing defeats, and hidden ailments.

Were all laid bare.

Spread out in the light of day.

Spread out before the eyes of every stranger looking up.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

Lawrence finally collapsed completely.

He threw his head back and let out a beast-like roar of rage.

The anger born of cowardice burned like poison in his heart.

Not only did it fail to bolster his Battle Qi, but it caused that brilliant golden radiance to dim and flicker violently, like a candle in the wind.

Situ Yiyun watched clearly from upstairs.

He could not help but sigh inwardly.

This method of Lu Jing'an's.

It was truly ruthless and precise, striking straight at the heart of the matter.

The two pillars of a Western Martial Cultivator are Battle Qi and combat techniques.

And the strength of Battle Qi is inextricably linked to one's state of mind.

Now that Lawrence's mental state had shattered, his Battle Qi naturally melted away like snow.

Once he lost the reinforcement of his Battle Qi, even the most exquisite Western combat techniques were nothing more than flashy tricks before an Eastern cultivator.

As Lawrence's mental defenses crumbled, the gunmen ambushed all around immediately pulled their triggers.

The bullets were not fired at random.

Instead, they were aimed with extreme cunning at several weak acupoints on Lawrence's body.

Every one of them was a point of qi-disruption written on the banners.

The bullet heads struck the remaining Battle Qi, sending sparks flying.

Though they failed to break his defenses immediately, they stung like venomous needles.

They pierced into Lawrence's psyche, which was already teetering on the edge of collapse.

Psychological suggestion is far more terrifying than bullets.

Lawrence felt as if a pair of bone-chilling eyes were watching him from the darkness.

They saw through him completely, from the inside out.

That unknown opponent would not strike unless he intended to deliver a fatal blow.

Once such a thought took root, it spread like a plague.

The Battle Qi around his body grew increasingly thin, the golden light fading away.

Only a dim, flickering glimmer remained.

Yet that terrifying opponent he imagined.

Was currently shielded by layers of protection in the rear.

Sitting peacefully in a chair.

Holding a cup of warm tea.

Quietly watching the collapse below the city walls, a scene he had directed himself.

Peacekeeping Bureau!

With the Lu Family making such a massive move, it was difficult for the Peacekeeping Bureau to remain unaware.

Although the Lu Family had not notified the Peacekeeping Bureau.

That was because the Lu Family knew.

The Peacekeeping Bureau would not interfere in local affairs.

There was simply no need to report it.

Even without a formal report, the Peacekeeping Bureau still had to keep track of how the situation developed.

Wen Ling finished listening to the intelligence brought back by the Listening Cultivator of the Peacekeeping Bureau.

She couldn't help but knit her beautiful brows.

"Lawrence is not someone to be trifled with,"

Her fingertips tapped the tabletop unconsciously, her voice tinged with a hint of gravity, "If Lu Jing'an goes to the city gate to block him head-on, I fear he will suffer for it."

"Boss, should I go over there?

Disciplining foreign cultivators is, after all, the duty of our Peacekeeping Bureau."

Kui Shan heard Wen Ling's words and immediately said in a deep voice, "This is a local affair; we should not interfere."

Wen Ling opened her mouth as if to say something more.

The Listening Cultivator spoke up with a strange expression, "My eyes tell me that Lu Jing'an has broken Lawrence's defenses."