Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei wants to reach a perfect ending

Everyone present was shocked by Pu Yi's provocation. They could understand his provocation against Lu Mingfei. It was normal for him, the first of the younger generation, to have such arrogance.

But Pu Yi actually dared to put such arrogance above Zhu Yu. This style of doing things can no longer be described as arrogance, but rather a kind of unbridled arrogance.

"I am indeed old. To be more precise, I am not far from death."

Zhu Yu spoke out the fact that she was not far from death as naturally as drinking water. She knew that all the mixed-bloods present were expecting her to say this fact.

No matter how many achievements a dragon has made, it will eventually grow old. Its once indestructible scales have now decayed, and its once sharp claws have become broken.

So no matter how much she has contributed, now everyone only hopes that the old dragon will leave the jewel-encrusted throne, and then cheer for the new king to sit on the supreme throne.

After hearing Zhu Yu's words, Pu Yi, who had some concerns in his heart, was completely relieved and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face. As expected, even someone as powerful as Zhu Yu would be defeated by infinite time.

But the next moment, the satisfied look on his face suddenly turned into astonishment, because a long and narrow shadow suddenly covered him, and the cold breath completely enveloped him at this moment, and his heart suddenly beat rapidly at this moment, trying to tell him something.

But before he could move, a crisp "pop!" sounded on Pu Yi's face.

The sound was not loud because Zhu Yu did not use any force, but in the conference room where it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, the sound seemed so harsh.

Zhu Yu's hunched figure stood in front of Pu Yi, and she slowly retracted the hand that was stretched out to hit Pu Yi's face into her sleeve.

"But aging doesn't mean I'm weak, nor does it mean my eyesight is blurry. I'm definitely not someone you can provoke. Neither you nor the Pu family are qualified. Do you understand?"

In the quiet conference room, Zhu Yu's voice could be clearly heard by everyone, and her eyes were flashing with a faint blue light, revealing an intangible and captivating aura.

At the same time, it also allowed those representatives of large mixed-blood families who were ready to make some moves to temporarily suppress their little thoughts.

Zhu Yu's move made them understand that even though Zhu Yu, who was sitting in the leader's position, looked very old now, she was still the emperor-level hybrid who had torn apart the second-generation species with her bare hands.

The next moment, as his sight flashed, Zhu Yu's figure returned to the original position, leaving only Pu Yi, whose head was tilted due to being hit, standing there.

"The result of this fable tells us that people should not speak carelessly when they do not have absolute strength, otherwise they will get a little hurt on their faces."

Lu Mingfei also tilted his head and smiled at Pu Yi opposite him. The mocking smile in his eyes made Pu Yi feel that he could hardly suppress his murderous intent.

It would be fine if Zhu Yu was like this, the mixed-blood world is ruled by the strong, and he believed that one day he would be able to surpass Zhu Yu, so he could swallow his anger. But the pretty boy in front of him was so weak that he might not even be able to open his golden eyes, but he dared to mock him like this. Damn it!

He decided to give up his previous idea. If Lu Mingfei knelt down and kowtowed to him during the fight, he would let him live. But now, he decided to give up this idea completely. He wanted to torture Lu Mingfei to death and let him struggle and die in pain in front of everyone.

Without words, Lu Mingfei could see through Pu Yi's thoughts through those furious golden eyes. After all, that strong murderous intent was like a physical force pressing down on him.

But Lu Mingfei was not angry. It was like a little white rabbit telling a tiger that he would kill him, and he would kill him in the most cruel way.

Is this kind of thing worth Tiger’s anger?

No, the tiger was not angry. He only felt it was ridiculous that the little white rabbit could not see its own position clearly, and then he bit off the little white rabbit's throat without hesitation.

"I have a younger brother who once told me that ignorance is not without sin, and that this sin requires blood and life to atone for."

Lu Mingfei placed his hand next to his temple, and tapped the protruding meridians on his temple with his slender fingers, as if only through this action could he recall the distant past.

"Don't talk nonsense, come and fight, I will let you practice what you said."

Pu Yi couldn't suppress the rage in his heart. The dragon blood surging in his body was boiling continuously as if it were burning in flames, and the tyrannical light filled his golden eyes.

Lu Mingfei did not adopt a fighting stance, but instead stretched out his index finger and hooked it at Pu Yi as if teasing a dog, completely extinguishing the little sanity that was left in him.

"I will definitely kill you. Even the Jade Emperor can't save you."

Before Pu Yi finished his words, his body turned into a shadow and rushed in front of Lu Mingfei. His right fist contained a tremendous force, piercing through the air barrier and punching towards Lu Mingfei.

"boom!"

Lu Mingfei tilted his head slightly, and his punch hit the air, but it still made a terrifying sound. The surrounding air was compressed by the punch and hit far away, causing this place to become a vacuum-like state for a moment. The surrounding air was now frantically rushing towards here to make up for it.

"Hit accurately, or your face will hurt."

As Lu Mingfei spoke, he gently stroked his hair that had just been blown up by the wind from the fist. With his other hand, he turned his palm and slapped Pu Yi on the face again, so that both sides of his face were comforted with the same force.

"Bang!" Another punch was thrown quickly, but unfortunately it still didn't hit Lu Mingfei.

Pu Yi's eyes turned red. His originally golden eyes turned red-gold under the drive of anger. His murderous intent pressed forward without any concealment, as if he wanted to crush Lu Mingfei into pieces with his momentum.

"Pa." Lu Mingfei slapped Pu Yi again. Like Zhu Yu, he did not use much force. Compared to taking Pu Yi's head off, he preferred to let Pu Yi slowly feel the powerlessness.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Like a drilling machine ramming into the ground, Pu Yi's fists kept hitting Lu Mingfei without any pause, but he never hit Lu Mingfei once. However, every time he made a move, Lu Mingfei's slap would come as promised, gently "stroking" Pu Yi's face.

Under the gaze of all the mixed-bloods in the club, Pu Yi, the recognized number one of the younger generation, was being played around like a monkey. No matter how fast he was, even his fists turned into afterimages, he still couldn't touch even a corner of Lu Mingfei's clothes.

Until finally, Pu Yi stopped punching. Even though his fists were clenched so hard that they made crackling sounds, he did not throw out another punch.

"What's wrong? Are you tired? Or is your face hurt from being hit? You've learned your lesson."

"If that's the case, I'm going to take action."

Until this moment, Lu Mingfei still hadn't opened his golden eyes. His black pupils just stared at Pu Yi in front of him. The grin on the corner of his mouth broke the last taut string of Pu Yi's rationality.

It is not allowed to use high-risk words in indoor battles, because it may cause harm to other spectators, but Pu Yi no longer wants to pay attention to these at the moment. He just wants Lu Mingfei opposite him to die.

"Word Spirit, Samadhi True Fire!"

A huge amount of spiritual power gathered from all around, and an ice-blue lotus flame appeared out of thin air in Pu Yi's hand. The surface of this flame was as cold as the ice in the Arctic, but its core had a temperature similar to that of the sun.

The encounter between cold and heat brews unimaginable power.

"Lu Mingfei, you can say one more sentence now as your last words before you die."

When his spiritual words were released, Pu Yi's sanity suddenly returned. Perhaps he thought that Lu Mingfei would never be able to survive under the influence of his extremely high-risk spiritual words.

"Are you sure your Word Spirit can be released here? It's such a small space. If you release the flame in your hand, how many people here will survive?"

Lu Mingfei was not nervous at all. Instead, he leisurely pulled over a stool and spoke slowly to Pu Yi who was determined to win.

"Your father might die, and so many mixed-bloods will die too. Can you bear the consequences of all this, Pu Yi?"

Lu Mingfei looked past Pu Yi in front of him and towards Pu Sheng, the patriarch of the Pu family, who was standing a few meters away with a grim expression on his face.

He had never seen this Word Spirit, but based on the power of the mobilized Word Spirit, the serial number was definitely at the three-digit level, and a Word Spirit of this level would inevitably cause great damage once it took action, especially in this enclosed underground space.

Even among the powerful hybrids, how many can survive?

"So, do you really dare to release the Word Spirit in your hand, or are you just a kid pretending with a nuclear weapon?"

Lu Mingfei leaned back on the chair and yawned loudly, as if he was sleepy and wanted to sleep. This gesture was tantamount to the greatest insult to Pu Yi.