After the college entrance examination, my identity as a Mahayana Immortal Venerable could no longer

Chapter 118 You've stepped over the wrong threshold.

Panlongshan Villa, Courtyard No. 1.

The courtyard, which was originally shrouded in ethereal mist, was now enveloped in a pale blue light shield. Ripples like water spread across the surface of the shield.

Outside the iron gate of the courtyard stood a gaunt old man dressed in a Tang suit.

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the blue light shield, his cloudy eyes gleaming with undisguised greed.

"This exquisite mountain-protecting formation can actually spontaneously draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It's a hundred times more sophisticated than the spirit-gathering formations set up by those old fogies in the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance!"

The old man's name was Wang He, one of the three great retainers of the Wang family in the capital, and a top expert at the half-step divine realm.

He was meditating at the Wang family manor when he suddenly sensed a surge of spiritual energy rising from the direction of Panlong Mountain. Thinking that some rare and precious treasure had been discovered, he immediately led his men over.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the defensive array of a private villa operating at full speed.

"Elder He, this formation is a bit strange. We just bombarded it twice with rocket launchers, but it didn't even leave a white mark," a member of the Wang family's elite, wearing a tactical vest, reported in a low voice.

Wang He sneered.

"How could ordinary firearms possibly break through this kind of formation? Go and get me the information on the villa owner. The only person who can live here is a nouveau riche from a small place like Jiangzhou. Tell him that the Wang family has requisitioned this villa, give him 100 million, and tell him to get lost immediately."

"Old Master He, I've checked." The subordinate quickly handed over a tablet computer. "The current owner of this villa is Lu Yuan, a student who just finished the college entrance examination. He has a sick younger sister with him, and she's in the house right now."

Wang He squinted his eyes.

How could an ordinary student possibly possess such a formation? He must have gotten incredibly lucky and found the formation plate in some ancient tomb.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

"Since the master is not here, I will personally break this formation and invite that little girl inside out for a cup of tea. When Lu Yuan returns, he will naturally know what to do."

Wang He suddenly pulled his hands out from behind his back.

His withered fingers instantly turned black, and his fingernails grew to more than two inches long, emitting a nauseating, fishy stench.

"Black Sand Deadly Claw!"

Wang He roared, unleashing his true energy at the half-step divine realm without reservation. He soared into the air like a giant black bat, his claws tearing through the air with a sharp shriek as he fiercely grabbed at the layer of azure light shield.

In the living room of the villa.

Lu Qingxue clutched the cheap jade pendant tightly, her face deathly pale.

She could feel the terrifying killing intent emanating from the old man outside. But the jade pendant in her hand was continuously emitting a warm current, enveloping her and preventing the cold poison in her body from erupting due to fright.

"Brother... come back soon..." Lu Qingxue bit her lip and stared intently at the door.

Outside.

Wang He's black claws slammed heavily onto the cyan light shield.

hum!

The light shield shook violently, and a huge ripple spread across its surface.

Wang He was secretly delighted.

It seems this formation is nearing its end. With just a little more effort, we can completely tear a gap in it.

He was preparing to gather his strength and launch another attack.

Suddenly, an extremely calm voice came from behind him.

"You can donate this hand if you don't want it."

Wang He's back suddenly straightened.

He was, after all, a half-step divine realm expert, with extremely keen senses; he could hear even a fly flying by within a hundred meters.

But when did this person appear behind him? He didn't even notice a breath!

Wang He forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart and turned around abruptly.

A young man dressed in casual clothes was standing less than two meters behind him, one hand in his pocket, his eyes as calm as if he were looking at a corpse.

"You're Lu Yuan?" Wang He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw who it was.

There wasn't a trace of true energy emanating from him, and even his muscles were loose and flabby. Even if he knew a little about formations, he was ultimately just an ignorant and arrogant young man.

Wang He retracted his black claws, put his hands behind his back, and struck a pose of superiority.

"Young man, I am Wang He, a guest retainer of the Wang family in the capital. The feng shui of your villa is excellent; the Wang family has taken a liking to it. Name your price."

Lu Yuan ignored him, stepped over Wang He, walked to the iron gate, and casually waved his hand.

The cyan light shield vanished instantly.

"Qingxue, it's alright now," Lu Yuan said to the room.

Seeing Lu Yuan return, Lu Qingxue's tense nerves finally relaxed. Her eyes reddened, but she still obediently nodded and did not run out to cause trouble.

Completely ignored, Wang He's face instantly darkened.

"Boy, I'm talking to you! You think you can show off in front of the Wang family with a broken formation? In the face of absolute power, your fancy tricks are utterly worthless!"

Before Wang He finished speaking, he suddenly sprang up again.

This time, he held nothing back. The Black Sand Deadly Claw sealed off all of Lu Yuan's escape routes, heading straight for Lu Yuan's throat. He wanted to subdue this kid as quickly as possible and force him to reveal the control center of the formation.

Faced with the oncoming poisonous claws, Lu Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Do all the Wang family members talk so much nonsense?"

Lu Yuan raised his right hand.

There were no special moves, no bursts of true energy; he simply extended his hand forward casually.

An extremely sharp sound scraped against my eardrum.

Before Wang He could even see Lu Yuan's movements, he felt his right wrist being gripped tightly by a pair of iron clamps.

That power was utterly unreasonable. The protective aura of a half-step divine realm cultivator was like a piece of waterlogged toilet paper, instantly crushed to shreds in front of Lu Yuan's fingers.

"you!"

Wang He's mouth was slightly open, and the light and shadow in his eyes flickered violently. The noisy background noise around him vanished completely in that instant.

Lu Yuan pressed his wrist down slightly.

Click!

Wang He's right hand, which he was so proud of, was shattered inch by inch from his wrist to his shoulder. The white bone fragments pierced through his skin and were exposed to the air, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"ah--!"

Wang He let out a bloodcurdling scream, collapsing to his knees. He tried to fight back with his left hand, but the intense pain had completely robbed him of control over his body.

He looked up and stared at Lu Yuan as if he were a monster.

"You... what realm are you at?! This is impossible! How could there be a god-level being as young as you in the mortal world?!"

Lu Yuan took out a tissue and wiped the blood off his hands with disgust.

"Which foot did you use to step through the gate of my villa just now?" Lu Yuan asked a completely unrelated question.

Wang He was stunned.

He didn't even realize what those words meant. To survive, he had no choice but to play his last card.

"Lu Yuan! You dare to cripple my arm! The Wang family will never let you get away with this! Do you know who's behind the Wang family?! That's...!"

boom!

Lu Yuan raised his right foot and stepped directly on Wang He's left knee.

His entire left leg was instantly crushed into a bloody pulp, deeply embedded in the asphalt road.

"You stepped on the wrong foot," Lu Yuan said calmly.

Wang He's scream was stuck in his throat. Extreme pain and fear intertwined, causing his stomach to churn unexpectedly, and a hallucinatory taste of blood to rise in his mouth.

He finally understood that the young man in front of him didn't care about the Wang family at all.

This is a demon in human skin!

"Please...please..." Wang He's mental defenses completely collapsed, and he frantically kowtowed, "I'm just a messenger, the eldest young master of the Wang family sent me..."

Lu Yuan flicked his wrist casually.

A barely visible blue flame landed on Wang He's body.

Those were sparks from the Samadhi Fire.

There was no crackling sound of burning, and no room for struggle. Wang He didn't even finish his last plea for mercy before his entire body, along with his clothes and bones, was burned to a pile of white ash on the ground in a fraction of a second.

The wind blew, and nothing was left.

Those Wang family bodyguards hiding in the distance were so frightened by what they saw that they scrambled into their cars, wishing they had more legs.

Lu Yuan did not chase after those ants.

He turned his head and glanced in the direction of the capital city center.

Bauhinia family.

"Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish."

Lu Yuan pushed open the iron gate and walked into the courtyard.

Just then, Lu Qingxue inside the room suddenly let out a suppressed, painful groan.

Lu Yuan's expression changed slightly, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

An extremely cold aura was spreading from the living room sofa. A thick layer of frost had already formed on the wall behind the sofa.

Stimulated by the spiritual energy tide, Lu Qingxue's Nine Yin Profound Meridians erupted prematurely.