413: Lu Yulong, who broke through the power of Hua Jin, the true power of Wanhe Guiliu Quan

Chapter 405: Old Dog Lu Yulong's Breakthrough to Hua Jin, the True Meaning of Wanhui Guilongquan!

Old Dog Lu Yulong stood expressionlessly in the center of the ruins, his cold gaze fixed on the arrogant figure sprawled on the sofa.

There was no trace of past affection, only an icy scrutiny and undisguised killing intent.

"If only I had known..." A bone-chilling thought surged in Old Dog Lu Yulong's heart.

If time could flow backward, he would never have simply expelled this little beast from his sect.

The moment Old Dog Lu Yulong saw the first signs of General Wei Feng's restlessness, he would have personally crippled his martial arts and broken his legs.

He would have made him crawl through the mud like a true wild dog, dragging his broken body, never to rise again!

He only regretted that one moment of hesitation back then, out of consideration for a false master-disciple relationship, he didn't act decisively enough, which allowed this untamable jackal the chance to retaliate.

It also led to the tragedy of Guanghai and Guangchen, suspended from a high tower, their lives hanging by a thread today.

Thinking of his two bloodied nephews and his own son at the top of the tower, Old Dog Lu Yulong's chest burned like fire.

They were outstanding Bloodlines of the Lu family, and his son, Lu Guanghai, was the heir he had poured his heart and soul into training!

Now, this scoundrel had subjected them to such cruel torture, suspending them in a place visible to the entire city... Such evil deeds were too numerous to record!

Old Dog Lu Yulong's hands, hanging at his sides, clenched slightly, his knuckles making a faint grinding sound.

His Aura was calm, his gaze fixed on General Wei Feng's wildly laughing face, carrying a terrifying, pre-storm-like pressure.

After a deathly silence, Old Dog Lu Yulong spoke, his voice not loud, yet clearly piercing through the dull roar of the generator.

"General Wei Feng, I'm giving you a chance."

He paused, every word as if dipped in ice, "Crippl_e your Meridians, then go to prison to reform."

"This is your only chance."

This was not forgiveness, nor was it soft-heartedness.

In Old Dog Lu Yulong's chest, killing intent was already boiling like lava.

He wished he could immediately tear this wicked disciple into a thousand pieces to vent his hatred.

But he couldn't at this moment.

Atop the tower, his son Lu Guanghai and nephew Lu Guangchen were on the verge of death.

Old Dog Lu Yulong had to endure this heart-wrenching pain; he needed to stabilize this deranged little beast first.

After all, any slight provocation could make General Wei Feng desperate, causing him to order an explosion, and then everything would be irreversible.

Old Dog Lu Yulong's eyes were unfathomable, all calculations and killing intent were tightly suppressed beneath a calm exterior.

However, just as Old Dog Lu Yulong's condescending words faded, the wild laughter on General Wei Feng's face suddenly froze.

The next second, the veins on his forehead bulged like a coiled Dragon.

Two rows of stark white teeth, reflecting a beast-like cold gleam under the strong light, squeezed out a distorted laugh from deep within his throat.

"Hehehe, Master, Master, fifteen years have passed, and you're still so soft-hearted!"

General Wei Feng suddenly stood up from the sofa, his bulging upper body casting a grotesque shadow under the lights.

"You still can't bear to kill me even now? You truly disappoint me!"

As soon as his voice fell, he suddenly raised his foot and fiercely kicked over the coffee table in front of him.

Beer bottles shattered all over the floor, and murky liquid splashed everywhere.

Amidst the mess, General Wei Feng tilted his head, scanning Old Dog Lu Yulong from head to toe with the gaze of a hunter sizing up its prey, a cruel arc spreading across his lips.

"I just wonder if, after all these years, your old man's skill has improved?"

He deliberately drew out his words, each one laced with mockery, "Could it be that you're already too old and useless?"

These outrageous, rebellious words struck Old Dog Lu Yulong's face like a whip.

A traitor, expelled from his sect, dared to question his Master's National Art Cultivation in front of everyone!

This was no longer a simple provocation; it was an attempt to ruthlessly trample Old Dog Lu Yulong's most cherished martial arts dignity underfoot.

To General Wei Feng's disappointment, Old Dog Lu Yulong remained as unmoving as a mountain.

If it had been a month ago, given Old Dog Lu Yulong's usual fiery temper,

He would have been furious by now, striking without hesitation, determined to kill this defiant disciple on the spot.

But during this time, under the guidance of his father, Lu Xuan, he had been Cultivating his state of mind.

"Yulong, anger is the fire of the heart, burning both others and oneself. True power comes from still, deep currents, where all ravines return."

This rare period of quiet contemplation and insight,

Although it didn't immediately allow Old Dog Lu Yulong to reach the level of calm like an ancient well that his father, Lu Xuan, possessed, it planted a seed of tranquility in his heart.

Finally, ten days ago, under Lu Xuan's vast and ocean-like guidance of the true meaning of Martial Dao, Old Dog Lu Yulong's state of mind quietly transformed.

It was precisely at this critical point of transcending self, combined with the true meaning of "Wanhui Guilongquan" personally demonstrated by Lu Xuan,

Old Dog Lu Yulong's previously Cultivated Wanhui Guilongquan suddenly became incredibly clear!

It was no longer a specific Move, but the majestic Concept of "embracing a hundred rivers and containing a myriad of ravines" contained within the Fist Intent, the highest Realm where power and state of mind achieved complete Fusion.

"Boom—!" As if an invisible barrier had suddenly burst open within Old Dog Lu Yulong's body!

His Realm, which had been stagnant at Dark Energy Perfection for many years, now surged like a river bursting its banks, naturally and unimpeded, entering a brand new world—Hua Jin!

An Aura far purer and more harmonious than before silently permeated from Old Dog Lu Yulong's body.

It wasn't an oppressive Aura; rather, it was a deep internal restraint.

A Hua Jin Grandmaster's Aura is perfectly integrated, and all pores around his body can open and close for Qi absorption, erupting with internal energy.

His Fist Intent and spirit are condensed into one, allowing him to strike from a distance, taking a life from ten paces away.

If he reaches the Peak, his Qi eruption can even reach a hundred paces, taking an enemy's head as easily as picking something from a bag.

This mysterious Realm lies in the meticulous control of one's own power, with internal energy flowing throughout the entire body.

One must reach the Realm where not a feather can be added, not a fly can land, and a cicada senses the autumn wind before it stirs.

Looking at the National Art world of Dragon Country, Dark Energy is already considered a master, and those who can step into the Hua Jin level are all one in a million, National Art Geniuses with both exceptional talent and Comprehension Ability.

Each one is a Martial Dao Grandmaster capable of establishing a sect and influencing a region's landscape!

After Breaking through to Hua Jin, Old Dog Lu Yulong's combat power not only surged, but he also compensated for the last shortcoming in his state of mind.

Just at this critical moment—

"Whoosh!"

A piercing whoosh suddenly tore through the heavy air, faster than the limits of normal human reaction!

General Wei Feng's lips curled into a cruel arc, and his right foot stomped down with force.

The rough concrete floor beneath him immediately caved in, and spiderweb-like cracks spread instantly.

From the shattered debris, a bullet-sized piece of concrete was propelled by his internal energy.

It shot out at a terrifying speed, exceeding that of a crossbow, tearing through the air and heading straight for Old Dog Lu Yulong's face!

This strike was insidious and vicious, without any warning.

Before the debris arrived, the sharp wind had already hit his face, rustling Old Dog Lu Yulong's frosty temples.

Facing the debris that shot like a bullet, Old Dog Lu Yulong's gaze was as calm as water.

He didn't dodge, but slowly raised his right hand.

The moment Old Dog Lu Yulong raised his hand, the air behind him seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, twisting and swirling violently, forming a visible vortex of Qi!

The air wailed, converging madly around him, as if an invisible void existed between heaven and earth, ready to absorb and return all things to a single point.

This was the manifestation of the true meaning of Wanhui Guilongquan after he stepped into Hua Jin—the potential to absorb a hundred rivers, the power to contain a myriad of ravines, all for his use!

"Bang—!"

A dull, thunderous explosion erupted in the arena!

Centered on Old Dog Lu Yulong, a visible circular wave of Qi suddenly spread out.

Several elite guards closest to him, even fully armed, were knocked stumbling backward by this brutal impact, their faces under their tactical helmets filled with horror.

In the center of the Qi wave, Old Dog Lu Yulong's right sleeve was torn to shreds, fluttering like dancing butterflies.

His calloused hand still tightly clutched the concrete stone, with wisps of lime dust drifting in the wind between his fingers.

However, the expression on Old Dog Lu Yulong's unruffled face gradually became solemn.

One drop, two drops... crimson blood beads quietly seeped from the cracks of his tightly clenched knuckles.

The blood silently dripped onto the cold, rough concrete floor, spreading into a striking deep red stain.

The defense of a Hua Jin Grandmaster was actually breached by General Wei Feng's seemingly casual hidden weapon!

A cold chill quietly crept up Old Dog Lu Yulong's spine.

He knew better than anyone the weight of that last strike.

With his Cultivation as a Hua Jin Grandmaster, activating the true meaning of "Wanhui Guilongquan" should have been enough to dissolve the impact force of a siege crossbow bolt into nothingness.

However, the penetrating power and destructive force contained within this seemingly casually kicked piece of debris by General Wei Feng had actually managed to forcibly tear through his Qi defense.

What did this mean?

It meant that the absolute power General Wei Feng unleashed in that instant was already superior to his own!

This talent was beyond what the word "Genius" could describe; it was a monster born to break human shackles, a phenomenon rarely seen in a century!

This little beast... had already grown to such a terrifying degree in the shadows, unnoticed by everyone.

"Hua Jin?"

General Wei Feng tilted his head, as if he had seen something utterly ridiculous, letting out a series of sharp, strange laughs.

"Hehehe... Master, your old bones can actually touch the threshold of Hua Jin?

That truly is... quite a surprise for your disciple!"

He deliberately drew out his words, his dark eyes showing no reverence for a Hua Jin Grandmaster, but instead filled with the playful cruelty of a cat toying with a mouse.

In General Wei Feng's eyes, Old Dog Lu Yulong, this newly promoted Hua Jin Grandmaster, had merely transformed from an insignificant ant into... a slightly sturdier ant.

Everyone could feel that this was not just humiliation, but naked contempt based on an absolute disparity in strength.

Magnificent, truly magnificent!

Beneath the masks of the guards present, every face was filled with unbelievable horror.

This surreal scene made these elite guards, who had undergone rigorous training and believed they had seen all sorts of situations, feel their worldviews collapsing.

The power of the concrete block General Wei Feng casually kicked was actually far greater than their standard issue pistols!

Had they not witnessed the blood on Old Dog Lu Yulong's palm and the shocking indentation beneath General Wei Feng's foot,

They would never have believed that a human flesh-and-blood body could unleash such terrifying power.

The immense shock almost suffocated them, but years of training and professional ethics still held.

The dozens of gun muzzles that were originally scattered in alert were now seventy or eighty of them clearly pointed at General Wei Feng.

From the surrounding vantage points, more than half of the sniper scope crosshairs were also firmly locked on his forehead and heart.

However, facing the suddenly tightening death lock around him, General Wei Feng seemed oblivious.

The frantic smile on his face quickly receded, replaced by a chilling calmness.

The next moment, General Wei Feng's gaze swept past all the gun muzzles and fixed deadly on Old Dog Lu Yulong.

The earlier mockery and sarcasm in his eyes were long gone.

Instead, there was a nearly tangible, all-consuming flame of greed!

Is this the true Profound Truth of Wanhui Guilongquan?