Professional Detective Chen Xu

Upon hearing the three words "He Poyun," the sedan trembled slightly. Scarlet light, almost tangible, shot from He Yanming's eyes. The partition instantly exploded into countless fragments, essence coiling around his palms and fingers as he reached out to seize Guan Xuan.

"I should thank Deputy Gate Master Guan for providing this information. I, He, am deeply grateful. But rather than relying on what the deputy gate master says, I would prefer to ask myself. That would be more reliable!"

The more it concerned his beloved grandson, the less he could afford to lose his own judgment and let those Blazing Sun Gate bastards lead him around by the nose.

"He Yanming, it seems advancing to [Seven-Meridian Martial Momentum] has boosted your confidence quite a bit!" Guan Xuan sneered, suddenly slamming on the brakes. The tires screeched as the sedan skidded sideways across the road, leaving deep tracks behind.

An ordinary person without any protective measures would probably have been thrown straight out of the car, but neither of the two men inside moved in the slightest. They remained as steady as mountains.

The sedan abruptly exploded into countless pieces. Within the billowing smoke, the two figures exchanged over a hundred blows in an instant.

The manifestations of essence emerged, and the shockwaves created by their clashes rapidly spread outward. Before long, the thick smoke was blown away, while gusts of wind swept across the yellow earth and sand.

"Why wait for you to ask? This deputy gate master would never conceal anything about such a matter." A faint smile curled Guan Xuan's lips.

He had come here precisely to use this matter to forge an irreconcilable hatred between He Yanming of the Guiyuan Upper Sect and the Tiger King, two [Seven-Meridian Martial Momentum] experts.

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