Lu Jiufeng was suppressed by Chen Yuan, even subjected to a one-sided beating. No one had expected this.
This was true whether for the people of Tianshui City or those of the Misty Rain Alliance.
Lu Xing'an, who was currently locked in combat with Granny Lin, underwent an even greater change of expression. He wanted to rescue Lu Jiufeng, but Granny Lin held him fast.
In truth, Lu Jiufeng was not weak in terms of actual strength.
Though he was only at the early Eighth-Level Divine Altar Realm, he was an outstanding talent of the Lu Clan of Tianshui City. The cultivation methods and resources he had obtained in his youth had all been top-tier, giving him an exceptionally profound foundation. He was even somewhat stronger than Jiang Yuanming, who had risen from among independent cultivators.
The only reason he had fallen into such a predicament was the two words: underestimating his enemy.
Lu Jiufeng knew of Chen Yuan's achievements. He knew Chen Yuan had once wreaked havoc in the Capital City, and he also knew Chen Yuan had slaughtered in all directions during the Yongzhou alliance gathering.
Yet he still believed Chen Yuan was merely a junior with a few tricks, relying on external items like the Blood Spirit Heaven-Rending Gu and the Hungry Ghost Path avatar to show off his might. Chen Yuan's own strength could not possibly be that formidable.
Thus, from the very beginning, Lu Jiufeng had only guarded against Chen Yuan using the trump cards on his person. He had never expected Chen Yuan to forcibly suppress him through sheer frontal strength!
A trace of humiliation and fury appeared in Lu Jiufeng's eyes. How could someone as proud as him endure such humiliation?
With an explosive shout, Lu Jiufeng formed a hand seal, and the