Instinctively, Chen Kunchang immediately crossed his hands over his chest, adopting a defensive posture. His gaze swept across the entire hall, and when he saw Lu Tianxing standing nearby, with a smirk on his face, Chen Kunchang couldn’t help but take a step back. His face showed an unmistakable sign of fear, as he clearly recognized Lu Tianxing instantly.

However, Lu Tianxing might find it difficult not to be recognized by people.

After all, since Lu Tianxing entered China, he emerged through countless corpses. Those who offended him scarcely had a good end; they were invariably miserable. The Modu Wang Family, Beijing Wang Family, Xiangjiang, Jiangnan are the best examples. Even now, the air in these places is still tinged with the scent of blood.

Lu Tianxing is the epitome of a demon. He has never shown mercy to his enemies. If one falls into Lu Tianxing’s hands, the outcome is predictable. More importantly, Lu Tianxing’s terrifying strength makes him invincible in the middle-stage mythical realm. Add a Sima Lingyun watching like a tiger, and it’s not just about capturing Qiu Yingrong in front of these two; it’s uncertain if escape is even an option.

Looking at Chen Kunchang’s battle-ready posture, Lu Tianxing revealed a mocking smile: "Why aren’t you moving? Didn’t you want to capture my daughter and Miss Qiu as hostages? Go ahead, make a move. Let’s see who is faster—your strike or my killing you."

After hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, Chen Kunchang remained silent. It’s not that he didn’t want to speak; he simply had no way to refute Lu Tianxing. Although he was also at the middle-stage mythical realm, considered a master outside, in Lu Tianxing’s presence, Chen Kunchang felt like an ant, utterly powerless. Lu Tianxing could suppress him with ease. This feeling was strangely convincing to Chen Kunchang.

Lu Tianxing looked at Chen Kunchang and said in a calm tone, "By the way, I forgot to tell you something. You should know a person named Wan Chang’an, right? Regretfully, he’s dead, cut into pieces by me. Before his death, he told me you might know the identity of the mastermind behind this, so please, tell me who calculated against me this time. If you honestly reveal it, I might let you die swiftly; otherwise, I wouldn’t mind letting you experience being sliced into pieces. As a master of the middle-stage mythical realm, you should be able to endure being cut a few thousand times without dying, right?"

Lu Tianxing’s voice was extremely calm, even serene, but as it reached Chen Kunchang’s ears, it was like a clap of thunder, making him tremble uncontrollably.

"Either way, it’s death. Do you think I will tell you?"

Chen Kunchang tried his best to keep his tone steady, but the tremble in his voice revealed his inner panic.

"There’s nobody who could resist speaking to me about things I want to know. You’re no exception."

As he spoke, Lu Tianxing’s voice suddenly changed, with his eyes glowing like arrows piercing Chen Kunchang’s heart: "Except for the dead."

Listening to Lu Tianxing’s cold voice and feeling his gaze like a piercing arrow, Chen Kunchang felt his heart as if clutched by invisible hands, a suffocating sensation.

"You should know my prowess. You’re aware of my identity. And you know I have a top poison master by my side."

Lu Tianxing looked at Chen Kunchang, speaking calmly: "Recently, she’s researching an even more terrifying poison, but she hasn’t found a suitable test subject..."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"I suddenly thought it might be a waste to slice you into pieces. Since you’re going to die, why don’t I capture you and send you to her, letting you become her test subject? You could at least do something useful for me."

Upon saying this, Lu Tianxing shot a smirk at Chen Kunchang: "What do you think of my idea?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Kunchang’s mouth twitched violently. Becoming a test subject for poison would be a fate worse than death.

"Don’t doubt my words; what I say, I can do."

Lu Tianxing said coldly: "Of course, you could also pray for Sima Lingyun to save you, see if he’ll do it."

Hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, Chen Kunchang’s face twisted to the extreme. Pray to Sima Lingyun? Everyone in China knows Sima Lingyun and Lu Tianxing are inseparable. If Sima Lingyun could have helped, Lu Tianxing wouldn’t have been so unrestrained in Beijing.

Chen Kunchang glared fiercely at Lu Tianxing: "Third Young Master of Lu Family, this time I admit defeat, but do you think you’ve really trapped me?"

"You’re underestimating me. I’m not a fool like Wan Chang’an, easily caught. Want to know something from me, Lu Tianxing, Sima Lingyun? You’re delusional."

Upon hearing this, Lu Tianxing and Sima Lingyun’s expressions changed dramatically, a foreboding sensation rising in their hearts.

"Blood Transformation Technique, reverse blood flow."

Chen Kunchang bellowed, his True Qi surging like a tide. Within moments, his face turned red, his veins burst open, and blood sprayed out. In the blink of an eye, Chen Kunchang became a man covered in blood.

Stepping forward, Lu Tianxing shielded Qiu Yingrong with his True Qi, protecting her from the splattering blood.

"Hahaha, you think you can trap me, make me live a fate worse than death? Lu Tianxing, Sima Lingyun, is that even possible?"

Amidst the bloodshed, Chen Kunchang’s face appeared pale, yet fiercely contorted, his voice sharp like a night owl: "I tell you, this... this is just the beginning. It’s far from over! Don’t rejoice too early; you’ll all die. None of you will live, hahaha! I’ll wait for you in the netherworld."

In the next moment, Chen Kunchang’s body began to sway unsteadily.

"Bang!"

Subsequently, Chen Kunchang’s body uncontrollably crashed to the ground, eyes wide open, body convulsing twice before falling silent.