414: The fearful Wei Feng, that is not the speed that humans should have.

Chapter 406: General Wei Feng's Fear—That's Not a Speed Humans Should Possess!

The twisted vortex of Qi behind Old Dog Lu Yulong in that lightning-fast exchange just now...

That profound Concept of drawing in internal energy, transforming it, and concentrating it into a single point... there was no mistaking it!

This was precisely what General Wei Feng had yearned for, even gambling his life to obtain, after betraying his sect and lying low for fifteen years, enduring countless bloody massacres.

—The ultimate Profound Truth of Wanhui Guilongquan!

A surge of anger, mixed with extreme longing, exploded in General Wei Feng's chest.

He not only wanted the Lu family to pay their blood debt, but he also wanted to personally strip this supreme fist technique from his 'benefactor' right before him!

As it turned out, General Wei Feng's judgment was spot on.

Before reaching the Transcendent Grandmaster (Master of Internal Energy) realm, the Wanhui Guilongquan that Old Dog Lu Yulong displayed...

Though incredibly powerful, it always seemed like a body without a soul, having the form but lacking the spirit.

Only now, his surging internal energy and the true Concept of the fist technique merged seamlessly.

This peerless fist technique, in Old Dog Lu Yulong's hands, finally unleashed its true, earth-shaking power for the first time!

Drawing in all rivers, returning to all ravines, transforming external force for one's own use—this was the profound mystery that Wanhui Guilongquan could only exhibit when it reached the Transcendent realm.

"Old geezer," General Wei Feng's voice was icy cold, "Hand over the Profound Truth of Wanhui Guilongquan,

Otherwise, just wait to collect your precious son's corpse!"

He casually took the satellite phone handed to him by a subordinate and pressed the speaker button directly.

"Beep... beep..."

After a brief waiting tone, the call connected.

There were no words from the other side, only the howling wind characteristic of high altitudes, and an unsettling silence, like the breath of death.

A cruel smile appeared on General Wei Feng's face as he began to count down, each number like a death knell tolling in Old Dog Lu Yulong's heart: "I'll give you ten seconds to consider."

"Ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

"Seven..."

...Meanwhile, on the top floor of a building a thousand meters away from Yingnan Tower.

A burly man in a vest—Qing Hu—was leaning leisurely against the concrete railing, a playful, cat-and-mouse smile on his lips.

To his right was a half-empty can of beer, and his left hand casually held a phone to his ear.

The 'Black Star' sniper rifle, propped on the railing, its long barrel gleaming with a cold, hard light in the moonlight.

The crosshairs of the scope steadily moved back and forth between the hearts of the two suspended figures, over a thousand meters away.

Qing Hu listened to the countdown coming from the receiver, his finger lightly resting on the trigger guard.

As if it wasn't a switch deciding two lives, but merely an interesting toy.

Time, with the cold countdown, passed second by second.

The scent of death enveloped everyone's heart.

...Two!

Just as this death countdown was about to reach its end.

A calm, soft voice, completely out of place with the atmosphere, suddenly came from the phone receiver in General Wei Feng's hand.

"Could you hand the phone to this old man? This old man is here on Old Qin's orders and needs to personally report safety to the Lu family."

The voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry a strange penetrating power, echoing clearly in the dead silent abandoned building.

General Wei Feng's countdown abruptly stopped!

The sinister smile on his face instantly froze. He violently raised the phone to his eyes, his pupils suddenly contracting, revealing an expression of extreme disbelief.

This voice did not come from any of his subordinates beside him, but rather... from Qing Hu's phone!

At the same time, on the top floor of the building a thousand meters away.

Qing Hu's playful smile completely stiffened, and a chilling fear, stemming from biological instinct, instantly seized his heart.

He slowly, and extremely stiffly, turned his head.

In the moonlight, an old man in a plain white ancient robe, had silently appeared behind him at some unknown point.

The old man's short hair was like snow, and his face was covered in wrinkles, like parched earth.

Every furrow seemed etched with the vicissitudes and power of time.

His figure was not tall, but he carried a profound stillness, his gaze stern. He simply stood there quietly, and the surrounding air seemed to completely solidify.

Although the white-robed old man emitted no Killing Intent, Qing Hu's intuition, honed by countless brushes with death, screamed wildly—warning him.

This mysterious white-robed old man before him was an absolute powerhouse he could never comprehend, let alone contend with!

Qing Hu even had a premonition—even their boss, General Wei Feng, that Grandmaster who had reached the Late Stage of internal energy and was as ruthless as a demon god.

In front of this person, he would absolutely be no match!

However, he no longer had time to think of any countermeasure.

Qing Hu didn't even see the other party make any move, only feeling that all light before his eyes was suddenly stripped away, and eternal darkness had already descended.

His consciousness instantly dissipated.

Qing Hu, the sniper who dominated the overseas mercenary world, fell to the ground silently, his life extinguished, without even being able to utter a hint of resistance or warning.

Inside the abandoned building, the deathly silence was broken by a dull thud, as of some heavy object falling, coming from the satellite phone.

General Wei Feng shouted "Qing Hu!" several times into the phone, but only the howling wind of high altitude answered him.

A very ominous premonition instantly seized him.

"Brother Feng, look at the tower!" A subordinate suddenly pointed at the huge LCD television, his voice carrying an almost imperceptible tremor.

Everyone's gaze instantly focused on the screen—it was surveillance footage of the top floor of Yingnan Tower.

A figure in a black Zhongshan suit was walking on the nearly vertical glass curtain wall outside the tower.

The fierce winds at three hundred meters high could not shake the person in the slightest; he walked with calm steps, as if on flat ground, as if gravity had lost its effect on him.

In just a few breaths, the person had leisurely walked to the very tip of the tower.

He arrived at the two fishing lines that held Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen's lives.

"Dad!"

Old Dog Lu Yulong, who had always been as steady as a mountain, finally showed a relieved smile the moment he clearly saw the figure on the screen.

"Die—!"

Inside the abandoned building, seeing his plan about to be ruined, General Wei Feng completely fell into madness.

His eyes bloodshot, he suddenly pulled a black bomb remote control from his pocket, his thumb unhesitatingly pressing down hard on the crimson detonation button!

At the same time, on the three-hundred-meter-high tip of the tower.

Lu Xuan's gaze was calm. He swept over his two grandsons hanging from the fishing lines below, and the miniature bomb at the end of the rope, flickering with an ominous glow.

Facing this deadly situation that would leave any master helpless, Lu Xuan slowly raised an index finger.

"Whoosh—"

A wisp of golden internal energy, condensed to the extreme and almost corporeal, shot out from his fingertip!

The internal energy was so fast it surpassed the limits of visual capture, like a golden thread tearing through space, precisely slicing through the rope binding the bomb.

With a barely audible "snap," the slender fishing line carrying two lives broke!

Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen's bodies instantly lost weight, plummeting towards the abyss below.

And in that very same instant—

Lu Xuan's right hand quickly flung out a seemingly ordinary thick hemp rope.

Under the profound and mysterious infusion of internal energy and precise control, the soft hemp rope seemed to be endowed with life and spirit.

Like two nimble snakes emerging from their holes, it swiftly and accurately coiled around the two falling individuals!

The rope ends wrapped, tightened, and secured—a series of actions performed with natural grace under the guidance of internal energy, so fast it was but a blink of an eye.

"Boom—!!!"

A violent explosion finally came from the television speakers, accompanied by soaring flames and thick smoke.

The iconic tip of Yingnan Tower broke off in the explosion, engulfed in flames and debris, plummeting to the ground with a thunderous crash!

However, in the very same instant this destruction occurred.

Lu Xuan was already like a ghost, standing on the observation deck, his left and right hands still holding Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen respectively.

No one could see how Lu Xuan did it.

That had already transcended the realm of speed, more like a certain sense of... Close Distance to the Horizon, shrinking the ground into an inch.

In everyone's eyes, almost as soon as the explosion at the tower tip ignited, his figure had already appeared on the observation deck.

As if Lu Xuan had never left, or perhaps, time had a discontinuity on him.

Inside the abandoned building, there was a deathly silence.

General Wei Feng stared fixedly at the calm and composed figure on the television screen. All his previous madness, anger, and arrogance had now vanished into thin air.

A cold drop of sweat, uncontrollably, slid from his temple, down his taut cheek, finally dripping onto the dusty concrete floor.

General Wei Feng felt as if... he had seen a true deity.

That speed, that composure, that posture of moving through the explosive flames as if entering an uninhabited land... this was simply not a power a human could possess!

He had painstakingly plotted for fifteen years, believing he possessed the power for revenge, even breaking through to the Late Stage of internal energy.

But in front of the other party, he was as insignificant as an ant trying to shake a great tree.

A primal fear, stemming from the instinct of life, for the first time completely seized his heart.

However, General Wei Feng did not have time to savor this boundless fear for too long.

Old Dog Lu Yulong, standing in the center of the ruins, a cold light flashed in his eyes. Without any hesitation, he coldly swung down his right hand.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!"

In an instant, scorching tongues of fire erupted from all directions!

A dense barrage of bullets, like a rain of death, instantly enveloped the sofa area!

A Grandmaster (Master of Internal Energy)'s reactions and speed were indeed extraordinary; he might be able to predict and evade scattered incoming bullets.

But in this confined space, facing a seamless web of firepower constructed by hundreds of automatic rifles, any movement technique lost its meaning.

What's more—

"Boom!!"

Almost simultaneous with the gunshots, a dull roar like a giant beast's bellow exploded!

That was the roar of a Barrett heavy sniper rifle!

A 12.7mm special bullet, with destructive kinetic energy, arrived later but struck first, instantly piercing through General Wei Feng's chest!

The powerful impact almost tore half his body apart, scattering blood and shattered bones.

The frozen horror on General Wei Feng's face, and the madness that had not yet completely faded, along with his ambition to dominate a region, were utterly shredded and annihilated by the firepower of hot weapons at this moment.

Smoke filled the air, and the gunshots gradually ceased.

General Wei Feng, along with his four core subordinates, had already become several incomplete corpses on the ground.

Everything settled.