Lu Tianxing was surrounded by these five people, his expression unchanged, without a trace of fear. His spine was straight, a careless smile playing on his lips.
"Heh, five Mythical Realm experts, Wang Anlong, it seems you've hidden quite a bit. Unfortunately, your so-called top family in Beijing is unworthy of its name, just a puppet supported by the Heavenly God. Without the Heavenly God, your little Wang Family is nothing."
As the words fell, the aura around Lu Tianxing erupted skyward. Violent True Qi, along with a killing intent swept the sky, awakening like a Hell Demon God, wielding a sharp sword that shredded the surrounding air, piercing through the clouds.
That terrifying aura made Lu Tianxing seem like a deity, causing others to instinctively prostrate at his feet.
The icy killing intent gathered as if it were substantial, ghostly cries continuous, Lu Tianxing's eyes were devoid of any emotion, like the gaze of a grim reaper, filled with indifference to life.
