"Young brother, for you to be invited here, you must possess extraordinary abilities." Elder Zhou looked at Lu Fan. "Before the enemy arrives, how about we spar?"
"I dare not!" Lu Fan cupped his fists. "With the divine abilities you possess, how could I possibly contend? When the opponent arrives, I will have to rely on you!"
Elder Zhou looked smug, his disdain for Lu Fan growing. If he didn't even dare to spar, how could he possess any skill?
Within the Azure Dragon Sect, many disciples were filled with doubt. They had only heard rumors of Lu Fan's incredible skills, but it seemed now that they might be exaggerated.
Even Han Yunhai looked surprised, unaware of Lu Fan's true capabilities.
"Disciple, you must learn to observe people carefully in the future. Don't be deceived by others. After all, money is not earned so easily!" Elder Zhou said calmly.
Han Yunhai quickly nodded and ordered a small chest to be brought. "Master, this is my filial offering to you. As long as Yang Beitian is dealt with, you will be richly rewarded in the future."
"Rest assured!" Elder Zhou nodded. "Today, I will eliminate this threat for you!"
Lu Fan sat by the side, leisurely sipping his tea, unconcerned with the unfolding events. After all, in everyone's eyes, he was not the protagonist of today.
As they were conversing, a cool breeze swept across the West Lake, and a middle-aged man appeared like a ghost at the Octagonal Pavilion.
"Yang Beitian, you've finally arrived!"
Han Yunhai sneered. "I thought you weren't coming!"
"After waiting for so many years, today is your death day. Why would I not come!" Yang Beitian sneered. "How about it, have you cleaned your neck?"
"Tsk, tsk, if you had made your move yesterday, it would have been my fate. But do you think you can kill me today?" Han Yunhai sneered. "West Lake shall be your burial ground!"
Yang Beitian's expression was indifferent. He sat on a chair, crossing his legs, and looked at Han Yunhai with a playful gaze. "Who gave you the courage to speak such words?"
"Of course, it is I!"
Elder Zhou stood up, his gaze fixed on Yang Beitian. "I do not wish to make a move. If you are wise, you will leave Qingzhou as soon as possible and never set foot here again!"
"Old man, have you been taking too much medicine?" Yang Beitian sneered. "You dare to threaten me?"
"Ignorant fool!" Elder Zhou said coldly, his profound internal energy surging within him.
The disciples of the Azure Dragon Sect scattered. The clash of martial arts masters was like lightning and sword flashes. If they were accidentally injured, their lives would be in peril.
Yang Beitian's expression was cold as he met the attack with a palm strike, his fist wind sharp and fierce.
*Boom...*
A loud noise echoed within the Octagonal Pavilion. Elder Zhou stumbled, sent flying backward by the impact. Not only did he retreat rapidly, but blood also seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"How is this possible!"
Han Yunhai was shocked. Elder Zhou was a peak Grandmaster, yet he couldn't withstand a single move from Yang Beitian.
"I thought you were very powerful, but you're so disappointing!"
Yang Beitian placed a foot on Elder Zhou's face. "Weren't you arrogant just now? Why are you like a dead dog now!"
Elder Zhou coughed up blood and trembled all over. The aura of the person before him was terrifying. If he had known this, he would never have acted rashly.
"May I ask which sect you hail from, senior?" Elder Zhou asked hurriedly. "Why is your strength so formidable?"
"You are not worthy of knowing!"
Yang Beitian kicked out, sending Elder Zhou flying. His face became even more pale.
"Han Yunhai, it's your turn!"
Yang Beitian strode forward, his eyes filled with a chilling glint.
Han Yunhai retreated, offering a conciliatory smile. "Brother Yang, what happened back then was a misunderstanding. If you are willing, we can be equals in Qingzhou from now on!"
"Do you think your meager possessions can make me compromise?" Yang Beitian sneered with disdain.
"If Brother Yang spares my life, I will repay your kindness in the future!"
Han Yunhai said repeatedly, "I hope Brother Yang can give me this opportunity!"
"It's too late!" Yang Beitian sneered. "Since you crippled me, it's already too late!"
As the words fell, Yang Beitian lunged towards Han Yunhai, his expression extremely sinister. The events of years past were still etched in his memory.
Han Yunhai felt the aura of death, his face turning extremely grim. He had built such a great enterprise in Qingzhou, only to meet such an end.
"Wait!"
A voice rang out, and all eyes turned to Lu Fan.
Among everyone present, only Lu Fan remained indifferent, sitting at the octagonal table, drinking tea.
"You brash youngster, how dare you meddle in other people's affairs?"
Yang Beitian glanced at Lu Fan. "Are you tired of living!"
"If you apologize now, you might still have a chance," Lu Fan shrugged.
The members of the Azure Dragon Sect were astonished. Even Elder Zhou, who was heavily injured and unable to fight back, had Lu Fan dare to step forward at this moment.
"Very well!" Yang Beitian laughed heartily. "You have thoroughly angered me!"
His figure shot forward like lightning towards Lu Fan, his body surging with internal energy, surrounded by a black aura.
"Releasing internal energy outwards, is he about to break through to the Grandmaster realm!"
Elder Zhou exclaimed. Although he was heavily injured, he was still conscious. With Yang Beitian's display, they were likely doomed today.
Lu Fan remained unfazed. As Yang Beitian approached, he casually threw a punch.
Yang Beitian felt his arm go numb, a sharp pain shooting through it. His body recoiled violently.
At the same time, Lu Fan's body was enveloped by true qi, his aura surging instantly.
"Impossible, this is impossible! How can he possess such strength at such a young age!"
Yang Beitian trembled, a desire to retreat growing within him.
"I told you earlier, if you apologized, you might have lived. It's a shame you didn't listen and forced me to unleash my full power!" Lu Fan shook his head in resignation.
Yang Beitian's heart trembled, and he stepped towards the outside of the Octagonal Pavilion. Lu Fan's strength was too immense, too much for him to confront head-on.
"It's too late to leave now!" Lu Fan smiled. "If you end yourself, you might retain a sliver of dignity!"
Yang Beitian's courage had completely failed him. He stepped towards the surface of West Lake. Though his footing was unstable, he could walk on water. The disciples of the Azure Dragon Sect gasped in amazement.
"Releasing internal energy outwards and walking on water are the techniques of a Grandmaster!" Elder Zhou was horrified. Yang Beitian, despite his unstable movements, had likely reached the Half-step Grandmaster realm.
"Do you think you can escape?"
Lu Fan chuckled, stepping into the air and moving towards the water's surface, treading on it as if it were solid ground.
Gazing at Lu Fan behind him, Yang Beitian shouted anxiously, "I have no enmity with you, why must you kill me!"
"I am carrying out a request," Lu Fan sneered. "You are unlikely to escape today!"
"I have a powerful backing. If you dare to touch me, you will surely regret it!" Yang Beitian fled desperately, simultaneously threatening Lu Fan.
"Threatening me will only hasten your death!"
Lu Fan sneered, standing on the surface of the water. With a hand, he controlled a sharp sword condensed from the lake water, piercing towards Yang Beitian.