No one screamed, no one wailed.

No one struggled dyingly, rolling on the ground.

Bai Wuxin was a person who preferred silence; he neither liked to speak himself nor to listen to others speak.

Thus, he always finished his tasks in one go.

The reception hall, bustling just moments earlier, suddenly became empty; the only ones still able to breathe were Bai Wuxin himself, Tang Fei, Lei Zongnan, An Ning, and Mr. Yan.

Bai Wuxin had originally intended to take out Mr. Yan as well.

After entering, the man had stood behind Lei Zongnan, appearing unassuming and silent, but in fact, he was a rather pivotal figure.

Unfortunately, Mr. Yan had been on guard and avoided Bai Wuxin's attack beforehand.

So Bai Wuxin could only let him off for the time being.

After all, Tang Fei said he wanted to keep the basic framework of the Flame Shrine...

He finished off all the Black Robes present.

Chk!

He sheathed his sword.

Bai Wuxin stood once again behind Tang Fei.

Silent, unspoken.

Cold as frost.

Lei Zongnan looked at this scene with a face full of shock.

Was this man, who killed without blinking an eye, the very person he wanted to recruit?

He hadn't said anything too offensive to him just now, had he?

Oh, he had said he wanted to keep him...

That was a compliment to his good looks; surely he wouldn't get angry over something like that?

After seeing Bai Wuxin's peerless swordsmanship, An Ning was first shocked, then pleased.

The people by her brother's side were all so powerful...

Then that proved her brother was even more formidable.

Tang Fei was very satisfied with this outcome and looked at Lei Zongnan to ask, "President Lei, can you accept my terms?"

"You think by killing them, you can do whatever you want?" Lei Zongnan was not ready to admit defeat.

Because he knew better than anyone that conceding meant losing everything.

Including his life.

In times of chaos, only the power in one's hands was the foundation for standing.

The position of Society Leader given up, Divine Palace surrendered, all the underlings in Black Robes dead, and the followers as fickle as reeds, swaying with whichever wind blew stronger...

At that time, would life or death not be entirely at Tang Fei's discretion?

"Is it not acceptable?" Tang Fei asked curiously.

"If I'm not mistaken, did you drink that cup of Swallow Nest?" Lei Zongnan's eyes were sinister, and a smug smile appeared on his lips.

"I did. Good tea," Tang Fei nodded.

"What if I told you, three drops of Four Yin Grass juice were mixed into the tea... This is my Flame Shrine's secret formula, silent and tasteless, fiercely poisonous, with no cure except our Divine Sect's Sun Powder."

Lei Zongnan glanced at An Ning and said, "I know the Holy Daughter is close to you and ordinary medicine naturally has no effect on you... however, the Four Yin Grass juice is a poison only the Sect Hierarchs of generations could handle, and none but he can neutralize this poison."

"So, would you like to reconsider my proposal?"

Lei Zongnan stood erect, staring at Tang Fei.

To catch a thief, first catch the king.

He had recognized that Tang Fei was the absolute core of these people.

With Tang Fei poisoned, he would take control of the entire base.

Those three drops of Four Yin Grass poison had reclaimed his initiative.

At least in terms of momentum.

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you," An Ning spoke up, "I switched the tea."

"What?" Lei Zongnan looked at An Ning with a surprised face.

"You had Mr. Yan poison the tea, but Chen Juan is my woman... She had already replaced it with a fresh pot before bringing the tea to you," An Ning said expressionlessly.

"That treacherous wench," Lei Zongnan cursed, "If it weren't for me, she would have died long ago... starved to death..."

Chen Juan was a woman who served by his side, akin to his personal secretary.

For business, #￥% the secretary, for pleasure, @# the secretary.

She had always played her dual roles well; he never expected her to be a traitor.

"When you killed her parents and captured her to abuse her like a beast...you should have expected this day, right?" An Ning said with a cold sneer and a mocking expression.

"Did you tell her?"

"She found out on her own, and it just so happened I saved her life... so, she was willing to help me."

"..."

Lei Zongnan fell silent.

If the poison didn't work, then he had no cards left to play.

Suddenly,

his body sprung from the sofa, a pair of blood-red iron palms reaching straight for Tang Fei's neck.

This was his only chance.

He was within arm's reach of Tang Fei; if he could catch him off guard, then perhaps they still had a chance to turn the tables.

Lei Zongnan was also a Cultivator, and not of a low rank.

Top-grade Aspirant, one step away from becoming a Grandmaster.

Yet, it was this very step that he had been unable to cross in seventeen years, never managing to break through the Mountain Gate to peer into higher levels of Martial Arts.

Originally, he had also wanted to hold on, fueled by his stubborn pride.

Year after year passed, he grew desperate.

He began indulging in wine and women, collecting wealth, and his days were indeed more carefree than before.

He practiced Wudang's Ultimate Skill "Bone-Dislocating Martial Lock," taught to him in his youth by an old Taoist priest.

Decades of arduous training had honed this skill to an amazing level, unpredictable as gods and ghosts.

Otherwise, he would never have had the chance to become a Society Leader of the Lingyang District.

Were there any good people in the Shrine?

Without some real skill, one would have been devoured to the bone long ago.

He was confident in his Martial Lock, and once Tang Fei fell into his hands, escaping would be out of the question.

Any slight resistance would result in dislocated bones and unbearable pain.

Closer now.

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