At Lucian's words, Lei Kung, who stood at the very front, knitted his brows.
He did not immediately order an attack. Instead, he focused on sensing the aura around Lucian.
As a grandmaster who had presided over K'un-Lun's martial arts for decades, Lei Kung was extraordinarily sensitive to Chi. To his surprise, a thread of Chi was also circulating inside this mysterious young man!
Although that thread of Chi seemed newly born and small in quantity, its concentration and purity were several grades higher than the primal Internal Qi he had painstakingly cultivated for sixty years!
"A fellow practitioner?"
Lei Kung's taut shoulders relaxed slightly, and the surging killing intent around him subsided somewhat, but the wariness in his eyes did not diminish at all.
He took two steps forward, cupped his hands, and asked in a deep voice, using the ancient parlance of K'un-Lun's martial tradition:
"Since you possess a sense for Chi, you should know that Chi is the foundation of all living things beneath heaven. Its practice calls for a calm mind and harmony with nature. You breached our gates with brute force today. Do you seek to comprehend the true meaning of Chi, or merely to seize the power to kill?"
Lei Kung was probing him.
A thousand years ago, K'un-Lun had produced five astonishingly gifted disciples-Bakuto, Madame Gao, Alexander, Murakami, and Sowande. Coveting immortality and the power to kill, those five had failed the Iron Fist trial, then stolen secret methods and defected from K'un-Lun, founding the infamous Hand in the outside world.
If the man before him was another such depraved madman, he would not yield a single step, even if rivers of blood had to flow through K'un-Lun!
Hearing this questioning, so characteristic of an old-fashioned sect, Lucian's lips curled slightly, and he