C6 Fighting the Third Elder

"Bang!"

All eyes were fixed on the spectacle as a fist and an iron whip clashed midair. To everyone's amazement, the gruesome scene they had anticipated, with Lu Chen being whipped into a bloody mess, never materialized.

"Crack! Crack..."

A grating sound of shattering filled the air as the iron whip, forged from gold-threaded black iron, broke apart piece by piece.

With a dull thud, the fist obliterated the iron whip, its force undiminished, and continued its trajectory, pulverizing Lu Wu's skull, splattering white and red all over the ground.

"How... how is this possible..."

The other three onlookers stared in disbelief.

Lu Chen, the one they once called trash, had become so powerful? He had not only shattered the gold-threaded black iron whip but also slain Lu Wu, who was at Layer Six of the Body Tempering Realm!

They found this turn of events difficult to come to terms with.

"Thud!"

Lu Wu's lifeless body swayed momentarily before collapsing heavily to the ground, blood gushing out profusely.

The breeze carried the pungent scent of blood, jolting the dazed onlookers into a shiver, snapping them back to reality.

Their faces drained of color, they trembled uncontrollably!

Lu Chen casually flicked the blood and brain matter from his fist. It was his first kill, yet there was no discomfort in his heart. Instead, he felt a sense of release and pleasure. Each cell in his body seemed to celebrate, thriving on the blood's "nourishment."

The sensation of taking a life was not something Lu Chen shunned; he found himself somewhat enjoying it.

He lifted Uncle Mo from the ground. Uncle Mo was unconscious, his injuries severe, his life hanging by a thread.

"Today, you all must die!"

Lu Chen turned to face the remaining three members of the Lu family in the courtyard, his aura of lethal intent unmistakable.

Had he not returned when he did, Uncle Mo would have been in mortal peril.

And for that, these men must pay with their lives!

One of them, overwhelmed by Lu Chen's ferocity, pointed a shaking finger at him and bellowed, "Lu Chen, don't get too cocky. We are here on the patriarch's orders. If you dare resist, your life is forfeit..."

"It's a matter of life and death. I'm curious to see how you plan to kill me!" Lu Chen said with a cruel smile. He stepped forward, and his powerful energy burst forth with a thunderous explosion, causing the man's face to drastically change color.

"Is this the extent of the Divine Weapon Fragment's power, you trash?"

The speaker was clad in a tight blue warrior's outfit, with a burly build and an imposing aura. He was Lu Hui, the son of the Lu family's Third Elder. His cultivation had reached Layer Seven of the Body Tempering Realm, ranking him among the top contenders of the Lu family's younger generation, second only to Lu Tiancheng, and he was the leader of their group.

Despite his pale complexion, he managed to keep his cool, threatening foolishly, "Hand over the Divine Weapon Fragment, you waste..."

He was cut off mid-sentence by a resounding boom that echoed through the courtyard.

Lu Hui had just enough time to scream before he was hurled into the wall like a cannonball. Another loud crash followed, and the wall was riddled with spiderweb cracks.

In an instant, Lu Chen had taken Lu Hui's place, standing where he had been just a moment before.

"How... How is this possible..."

The remaining two turned their heads stiffly to face Lu Chen, who was now ominously close, their faces draining of color.

"Now it's your turn!"

Lu Chen's gaze settled on the last two men. As his voice dropped, he stepped forward, raising his hand and delivering a light, dismissive slap as if swatting flies.

"Puff! Puff!"

The sound of shattering followed, and the two men's heads burst as easily as watermelons, their bodies convulsing before collapsing lifelessly to the ground.

Lu Chen dispatched the pair with casual ease, his demeanor as relaxed as if he had just performed a mundane task. He wasn't a sadist with a penchant for killing; he was simply merciless to anyone who dared to threaten his life.

Turning to Lu Hui amidst the rubble, Lu Chen's lips twisted into a grin, baring his gleaming white teeth.

"Lu Hui, we are kin, brothers of the same clan, and I never wanted to kill you. But you crossed the line when you harmed Uncle Mo..."

Lu Hui could sense the murderous intent in Lu Chen's voice. Wounded all over, retreat was no longer an option for him.

With a quivering voice, he pleaded, "Please... Lu Chen, don't kill me. I had nothing to do with this. It was the Patriarch who ordered us to come after you..."

"Figures. You couldn't contain yourself any longer. To think you'd issue a kill order over a Divine Weapon Fragment. That's the Lu family for you... so heartless..." Lu Chen muttered with a sneer, his head bowed.

Then, with a swift lift of his head, he stared at Lu Hui and declared icily, "If you're intent on killing me, be ready to face death."

In a blur, Lu Chen vanished from sight, reappearing in an instant before Lu Hui. His right hand formed a tight fist, and he launched it at his opponent's chest.

"Stop, you little wretch!"

As Lu Chen's fist was about to shatter Lu Hui's chest, several shadows converged rapidly from the darkness. The leader, a man in his forties dressed in white with a commanding presence, was none other than the Lu family's Third Elder, Lu Yuan.

He was the one who had just shouted.

Behind him stood another figure Lu Chen recognized: Lu Tiancheng.

"Dad, save me..." Lu Hui exclaimed with relief upon seeing the newcomers, desperately seeking rescue.

"No one can save you now!"

Ice and indifference filled Lu Chen's eyes as he turned to face the Third Elder with a malicious grin. His right fist, undiminished in force, thrust forward and punctured Lu Hui's chest with a thud, abruptly silencing his cries.

"You vile creature, I will kill you!"

The Third Elder, arriving at the courtyard entrance, witnessed Lu Hui's demise. His eyes seethed with fury as the formidable power of Layer Nine surged forth, his aura overwhelming as it bore down on Lu Chen.

At that moment, he clenched his right hand fiercely, as pale red Yuan Power merged into his fist and he delivered a powerful punch.

"You killed Hui'er, now you'll pay with your life!" he spat out with venom in his voice.

Lu Tiancheng, who had arrived with the others, watched Lu Chen from a distance, a cold smirk playing on his lips.

He was convinced that Lu Chen stood no chance against the Third Elder's strike!

Lu Chen turned at that moment, facing the ferocious Third Elder charging at him. With a swift motion, he swung his right arm, which had pierced through Lu Hui's chest, hurling the latter's body at the Third Elder like a weapon.

Using all his might, Lu Hui's body became like a massive club, the air whistling ominously as it cut through.

"Boom!"

Blood was splattered everywhere, and the mutilated body was so disfigured it was no longer recognizable as human.

Lu Chen's form wavered, then with a light tap of his toes, he shot backward, putting a safe distance between himself and the Third Elder.

"Little beast, I swear I won't rest until you're dead!" The Third Elder's eyes were red with fury, his body drenched in Lu Hui's blood. He glared at Lu Chen, his words punctuated with rage.

He had first seen Lu Chen slay Lu Hui, and then he was outwitted by Lu Chen into destroying Lu Hui's body himself. Now, consumed by rage, he couldn't quell the hatred in his heart without killing Lu Chen.

"Haha, old dog, if you want to fight, just fight. Enough with the useless chatter," Lu Chen taunted boldly, fists ready.

"Little beast, you're going to die!" The Third Elder was seething, his right hand clenched as fiery red Origin Power swirled around him. With his legs bent slightly, he exploded forward, dirt flying in all directions, his form shooting towards Lu Chen like a cheetah.

"Flame Palm!"

He closed in on Lu Chen rapidly, his right palm ablaze as he brought it down with a ferocious slap.

Fire Palm, a mid-level Human Stage martial technique! Mastered to perfection, a single strike has the power to boil a person's blood.

Before the palm even struck, the scorching wind arrived, searing the skin as if one were sitting before a blazing furnace. The heat intensified with each step the Third Elder took closer.

"Lu Chen is done for this time!" That was the unanimous thought among all the onlookers.

Lu Chen's inner energy surged, his torso leaning forward slightly, eyes sharp as blades, fixed on the Third Elder. His entire demeanor was that of a wild beast poised to pounce.

With a crack, his bones thundered, and Lu Chen launched a direct punch. Fist met palm, and he shuddered, retreating several steps and leaving a trail of half-foot-deep footprints in the ground.

The Third Elder, too, was shaken, stepping back half a step.

After that single exchange, the outcome was clear. Lu Chen was on the losing end.

Yet, this turn of events caused Lu Tiancheng and the spectators to gasp in astonishment.

The strength Lu Chen demonstrated left everyone stunned.

What level was the Third Elder at? A formidable Layer Nine Body Tempering expert, a top-tier master not just in the Lu family but across all of River City. Fewer than ten individuals in River City could best him.

Despite Lu Chen being at a disadvantage, the display was still staggering and hard to believe.

The Third Elder was even more shocked than the rest, his right palm still trembling slightly.

"You little fiend, you've actually advanced to Layer Eight of the Body Tempering Realm!"

The Third Elder's expression turned grim as he uttered these surprising words. Clearly, Lu Chen's level of cultivation had caught him off guard.