"Speak up! A remnant of a fallen dynasty, just like that deadbeat old man of mine. You people never learn until you’re staring at your own coffin!"
He suddenly raised the Mauser in his hand, swiveling the muzzle to aim it right at Lu Jingjun’s thigh!
"BANG!" The gunshot exploded in the courtyard as the bullet screamed through the air!
But the expected scream of pain never came. Everyone froze.
Lu Yun’s left hand had appeared from nowhere, held out unremarkably in front of Lu Jingjun’s thigh.
As he opened his palm, a deformed bullet lay quietly within, its tip still smoking faintly.
"What?"
Chu Chongxiao’s eyes went wider than saucers. Behind him, his dozen or so guards stood with their mouths agape.
’Someone actually caught a bullet? And with their bare fucking hands?’
Chu Chongxiao’s mind went blank. In his forty-odd years of life, he had never seen, nor even heard of, anyone catching a bullet with their bare hands!
At that moment, Lu Yun slowly raised his head. A faint, earthy-yellow light began to glow in his eyes, which had been as placid as an ancient well.
He looked at Chu Chongxiao and spoke slowly.
"Have you ever seen a mountain?"
The moment the words left his mouth, Lu Yun gently pushed his left fist forward. The movement was as slow as a Tai Chi form, so light it seemed to carry no force at all.
But in the eyes of Chu Chongxiao and his dozen or so guards, the entire world changed.
An earthy-yellow fist imprint materialized from Lu Yun’s knuckles. The entire courtyard, the entire sky, felt as if it were being crushed by something invisible.
Chu Chongxiao felt a BUZZ in his head, and his mind went blank.
Then, he "saw" a mountain—a boundless, endless mountain.
The mountain fell from the highest heavens, crashing down upon him with immeasurable weight!
Chu Chongxiao wanted to run, but his feet were nailed to the ground. He wanted to scream, but no sound would leave his throat.
In the end, all he could do was watch helplessly as the mountain grew closer, larger, and heavier.
In that same instant, the dozen or so guards also "saw" the same mountain.
One THUD after another echoed as the dozen or so guards, along with Chu Chongxiao, all collapsed in the courtyard, motionless.
The courtyard fell deathly silent.
Lu Yun retracted his fist, and the earthy-yellow glow in his eyes slowly faded.
With the exception of Chu Chongxiao, all the others were dead, their heart meridians severed.
Lu Yun’s punch, though it had appeared deceptively light, had in fact contained the fist intent of the Ten Thousand Valleys Struggle Fist.
In an instant, it had shattered the internal organs of the dozen or so guards, meaning they were already dead the moment they hit the ground.
A sudden burst of strength surged through Chu Baoshen from some unknown wellspring, and he lunged forward!
After running right up to Chu Chongxiao, Chu Baoshen raised his right palm high. This was the Fierce Palm Technique he had cultivated for decades, the signature skill that had made him famous back in his days with the Imperial Guard.
He slammed his palm down hard on the crown of Chu Chongxiao’s head. Chu Chongxiao’s skull caved in, killing him instantly.
Chu Baoshen stood there, panting heavily. His hatred still not sated, he raised his palm again, but as he did, a hand reached out from the side and firmly grasped his wrist.
"Brother Chu, that’s enough."
Chu Baoshen looked up at Lu Yun. In the end, he just nodded. "Alright."
Before long, a black sedan slowly drove away from the quiet street.
"Jing Jun."
Lu Jingjun, who was driving in the front seat, quickly responded when he heard Lu Yun speak, "Father?"
"Remember to send someone to clean this up."
Lu Jingjun paused for a moment, then nodded. "Father, don’t worry. I’ll explain things clearly to the guards’ superiors."

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