The invincible villain, the violent son of fate

On the surface, as the eldest lady of the Rong clan, someone openly took action at her family's banquet.

Regardless of the Rong family's face, she provoked the face of the two major families in public, and she must handle it well.

"Guo Xin, who hurt you?" Murong Xue asked him coldly as blood oozed from Guo Xin's forehead and the meridians in his body were severed. He was unable to get up.

The teenagers sitting at the same table as Lu Tian were so scared that they did not dare to speak out, for fear that Guo Xin's fate would soon be their turn.

The banquet was noisy. Who would have guessed that at the banquet with so many powerful forces present, someone would dare to provoke the rules and take action regardless of the consequences. Guo Xin was known as the proud man of heaven in Rongcheng.

Who dares to offend him.

No one spoke a word, and everyone was curious as to who was so brave.

When Guo Xin looked towards the inner hall, Murong Xue followed his gaze and saw Lu Tian's uninjured figure appeared in her eyes. She was stunned and felt a little panicked. This guy was not dead.

She snorted coldly and pointed at Lu Tian, ​​"I know, Guo Xin, it was him who hurt you."

Guo Xin nodded. The pain in his body made him unable to make a sound. When Guo Zhentian wanted to be carried back for treatment, he shook his head fiercely.

How could he be willing to leave without seeing what happened to Lu Tian? If Lu Tian dared to hurt him, he would have to pay with his life.

"Miss Murong, do you know this person?" Guo Zhentian was heartbroken. His second son, who he had spent countless resources to cultivate, was almost crippled, but it was still in front of his eyes.

In his heart, he wished he could tear Lu Tian into pieces.

Murong Xue looked at everyone, "Everyone, this person's name is Lu Tian. He once practiced in the Sword Sect. He is the Holy Son of the Phoenix Clan."

Phoenix.

Guo Zhentian's heart skipped a beat, "Miss Murong was talking about the Phoenix Holy Land during the war between humans and demons 500 years ago."

Murong Xue's eyes flashed with hatred, she wanted to make Lu Tian the target of public criticism, "Not bad!"

The Phoenix Holy Land was once one of the four holy lands. 500 years ago, after the war between humans and demons, the vitality of the Holy Land was severely damaged, and later it hid in a small world.

"You dare to hurt my son, so what if you are the Holy Son of the Feng Clan? Take your life." Guo Zhentian's eyes were filled with shock and uncertainty. He did not see anyone from the Feng Clan except Lu Tian, ​​and he made up his mind to kill Lu Tian.

A smile appeared on Lu Tian's lips, and a light appeared in his hand, "Master Guo, do you have to think clearly before taking action?"

He knew the heroine's current thoughts all too well. If she wanted to use these people's means to get rid of him, it would depend on whether she had the strength.

In the heroine's mind, Lu Tian's strength is at most at the peak of the Spirit King.

But she was here today, and she finally saw Lu Tian's true strength. The light that Lu Tian just emitted was the power of the Spirit Master.

Murong Xue's face suddenly turned pale and she took a few steps back, "Why, why?"

All her efforts were no match for Lu Tian's strength. She lost in the end, completely.

It wasn't just Murong Xue. Guo Zhentian, who was about to take action, paused. His face changed so quickly that it was staggering. "Young man at such an age is actually a half-step saint. Please forgive me for my poor eyesight."

Guo Zhentian has the strength of a spiritual master. He has seen more than the heroine. The strength shown by Lu Tian shocked him.

It should be said that everyone in the hall was shocked.

"Brother Lu Tian, ​​you are really hiding your strength."

In the corner of the hall, Feng Liuli's figure appeared at some point, staring at Lu Tian with a pair of eyes filled with admiration that he was not even aware of.

When facing Feng Liuli, Lu Tian never showed his true cultivation. Feng Liuli was silent. Brother Lu Tian didn't believe her. What should she do to return to him again.

While everyone was immersed in being shocked by Lu Tian's strength, Feng Liuli left quietly.

"Sure enough, a hero comes from a boy. The Holy Son is truly the strongest among the younger generation."

Outside the gate, a powerful middle-aged man laughed, breaking everyone's embarrassment.

When Murong Xue saw the man, she walked forward and shouted, "Dad"

This person is Murong Xue's father, the current patriarch of the Rong clan, Murong Tianlong.

Murong Tianlong looked kind and looked at Murong Xue reproachfully, "Xue'er, go and apologize to the Holy Son."

As the eldest daughter of the Rong family, Murong Xue represents the Rong family in every word and deed. The way she handled it just now not only did not stop Guo Zhentian, but actually encouraged him.

If it were another strong man, Murong Tianlong would definitely not be like this, because Lu Tian was too young. He asked Murong Xue to go over. They were all young people. As long as Murong Xue was willing to bow her head, she might still be favored by the Holy Son.

Murong Xue bit her lower lip tightly, walked slowly to Lu Tian, ​​bowed her body, "Holy Son, I'm sorry, it was because I didn't think carefully and didn't ask why. I don't distinguish between right and wrong."

Lu Tian's eyes were cold, "You don't have to be like this, Miss Murong. I can't bear your apology."

The atmosphere froze for a moment. Murong Xue never bowed her head to anyone. Even when she was with Lin Fan, Lin Fan would never contradict her. She felt so humiliated that she had to continue.

"Holy Son, no matter what your request is, I will agree to it. I hope that Holy Son will not be as knowledgeable as a little girl."

Murong Xue took a deep breath.

"Whatever the request is?" Lu Tian curled his lips. The fish took the bait. He stood up without saying anything.

He lowered his head and whispered in Murong Xue's ear, "You sent people to chase me last night, but you failed. Murong Xue, next, I will make your life worse than death."

Murong Xue felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, her whole body was cold and her eyes were desperate.

Lu Tian smiled and returned to his seat. There were many people present. He said gracefully, "Miss Murong is so groveling. How can I refute her face? Even if this matter is over, everyone should not take it to heart."

"Master Rong, the banquet must continue, right?"

Murong Tianlong is mature, and his actions just now made him see the difference between Lu Tian and Murong Xue. This holy son is so young, and every move he makes can be compared with many old fried dough sticks with a life span of hundreds of years.

He has seen countless young cultivators, and Murong Tianlong is worried about Murong Xue's marriage. Lu Tian is better than any cultivator he has ever seen.

"Haha, the Holy Son is kind-hearted and will not hold you accountable. Guo Zhentian, your son has caused so many troubles. The Holy Son has taught the younger generations for you. You should thank the Holy Son."

Murong Tianlong said to Guo Zhentian angrily.

Guo Zhentian bent down, "Yes, thank you Holy Son. I will teach him a lesson when I get back and won't let this traitor go out again."

With that said, Guo Zhentian shouted to the Guo family, "Come here, take the young master back. He is not allowed to leave the Guo family even half a step without my permission. Today is thanks to the Holy Son. Next time, I will kill him myself."

Guo Zhentian understands the principle of going downhill very well. He was able to develop the Guo family into the second largest force in Rongcheng in just ten years. Strength alone is not enough, but also has a smooth mind.