Lu Tianxing’s lips maintained a slight smile from start to finish, his tone filled with calmness: "You mustn’t tell me that all this was orchestrated by the masked woman beside you. She might dare to scheme against me, but I doubt she has the capability to mobilize a master like you. Tell me, who is the mastermind?"

"You delude yourself into wanting to know everything, Third Young Master of the Lu Family. You will never know who it is. Even if I die, I’ll be waiting for you in Hell."

At this moment, Tang Er finally realized that all his struggles were futile, and simply gave up on attacking any further. Instead, he looked at Lu Tianxing with a cold and sinister smile on his lips, appearing to accept his fate as death approached.

"Since you’re unwilling, I’ll send you on your way now."

Lu Tianxing squinted slightly, coming to understand that Tang Er was a complete devout follower. Although not a Death Soldier, he was far more terrifying. Such people can abandon their lives for the sake of a so-called mission. Had Tang Er realized he couldn’t defeat him, he wouldn’t have opted for mutual destruction.

"Iron Blood Battle Halberd."

Looking at Tang Er, Lu Tianxing’s fingers grasped empty space, where True Qi instantly coalesced. There was a thick iron-blood aura, as if a battlefield of iron and blood had descended. A dark-red halberd appeared out of nowhere, gripped tightly in Lu Tianxing’s palm.

"Swish!"

Lu Tianxing’s figure flashed, appearing beside Tang Er. The Iron Blood Battle Halberd, carrying the power of Thunderous force, pierced through the void, giving Tang Er almost no chance to react, directly piercing his chest.

"Puff!"

Tang Er could no longer restrain himself, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, yet a sinister smile appeared on his face: "Third Young Master of the Lu Family, what if you kill me? What if I die at your hands today? You’ll obediently follow me down to Hell!"

As soon as he spoke, Tang Er, fueled by some unknown force, desperately clung to the Iron Blood Battle Halberd. His body surged forward, crashing fiercely ahead, while wisps of black smoke began emitting from his body.

"Brother, retreat quickly, that’s Poisonous Smoke."

Just then, Mandala screamed in terror.

Upon hearing Mandala’s voice, Lu Tianxing’s expression quickly changed. He understood Poisonous Smoke well. Its name speaks for itself, although not a myriad of poisons, it’s concocted from eighty-one types of deadly toxins, incredibly fearsome. Once poisoned, death is inevitable because only the creator knows how to neutralize it. The eighty-one poisons are extraordinarily varied, with each possessing different doses. To create the antidote, one must know each toxin’s precise dosage, as even the slightest deviation spells failure.

Lu Tianxing moved like a phantom, retreating backward as True Qi transformed behind him. Instantly unleashing the Unbeatable Emperor Fist, the attack came wrapped in Thunderous power.

"Boom!"

Under Tang Er’s eyes filled with poison and bitterness, the might of the Unbeatable Emperor Fist crushed into Tang Er, turning his heart, meridians, and Dantian into shattered pieces.

Tang Er’s whole body shook, even spraying mouthfuls of visceral fragments. His body flung backward, heavily crashing into a nearby small pond, where upon his black aura contacting it, the ornamental koi inside perished, turning into blood water in an incredibly short time, terrifying to the extreme.

Lu Tianxing watched as Tang Er’s corpse succumbed to the black aura, turning into a pool of blood. His eyes remained unchanged as if what he killed wasn’t a middle-stage Mythical expert but an ant.

Lu Tianxing’s gaze slowly swept the surroundings, finally landing directly on Zhang Yue, who stood indifferent despite witnessing Tang Er’s death.

Feeling Lu Tianxing’s gaze on him, Zhang Yue’s face flashed with insanity but lacked fear: "What, you wish to know from me who truly manipulated everything? If you hope to ask, then you’re mistaken. Even if I die, I won’t tell you. Lu Tianxing, I know your methods are extraordinary. You might try to extract information from me."

Upon hearing Zhang Yue’s words, Lu Tianxing responded calmly: "Do you really think I have no way of dealing with you? It’s said that the high-end venues on Qin Island are plentiful. How about I send you there? Although your face is masked, your figure is impressive. I don’t think those with peculiar tastes would mind your face being covered, would they?"

Hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, Zhang Yue’s eyes remained unchanged, coldly looking at Lu Tianxing: "Lu Tianxing, if you plan on using such tactics to make me reveal who manipulated you, I can tell you clearly you’re overthinking. Such tricks won’t frighten me. However, you can try and see if you succeed."

Listening to Zhang Yue, observing the tranquility in Zhang Yue’s eyes, Lu Tianxing knew this woman was far more cunning than anticipated, perhaps not considering the event significant at all.

"Do you really believe I dare not act? Although somewhat immoral, you’re my enemy, and with enemies, I know no mercy."

Speaking, Lu Tianxing squinted at Zhang Yue as if attempting to discern any emotional fluctuation in her eyes.

But to Lu Tianxing’s disappointment, Zhang Yue’s eyes carried deep hatred, with no emotional wave visible. It was as if her gaze was dead water.

Seemingly sensing Lu Tianxing’s gaze roaming over her, Zhang Yue’s lips, hidden behind the mask, curled into a mocking smile: "Having bloodied Jiangnan, and the capital, what wouldn’t the Third Young Master of the Lu Family dare? I know you dare, but do you think you can frighten me?"

Upon hearing Zhang Yue again, Lu Tianxing’s brows furrowed deeper. He realized this woman was adamant about not revealing the mastermind’s identity. Yet without uncovering from her the identity of the hidden hand, he might be perpetually threatened.

Standing nearby, Zhang Yue seemed to understand Lu Tianxing’s thoughts, smirking with mockery: "Lu Tianxing, are you trying to capture me and relentlessly question who masterminded everything? Let me tell you, don’t waste your efforts. Whatever you can think of, don’t you think I can anticipate it? Try capturing me, and I guarantee all you’ll get is a corpse. Do you believe it?"

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