He hoped it was all just his imagination. If even the higher-ups of the Adventurers' Guild had been infiltrated by Night Owl, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Soon, Zhan Buhui, who had flown out of the residential area, stopped in a secluded place.

A figure followed closely behind.

The man was wearing a large black robe, so much so that Zhan Buhui could not see his face or figure clearly.

"Hand over the key." A hoarse voice came from under the hood.

Zhan Buhui stared intently at him with sharp eyes: "You think I'll just hand it over because you tell me to? Who do you think you are?"

"Hmph, sharp-tongued." The man in black robes seemed to have no intention of saying much to Zhan Buhui in the first place. A surge of powerful blood energy spread out, and his fingers formed a claw as his figure moved like a fleeting glimpse of a swan. "Die—!"

The law of speed makes Lu Changqing's speed far beyond that of ordinary people.

"It really is you, Lu Changqing!" A flash of anger appeared in Zhan Buhui's eyes. A spear appeared in his hand, with a red tassel tied to the shaft carved with auspicious dragons. The sharp spear tip fearlessly met Lu Changqing's attack directly.

boom--

The violent energy fluctuations spread, leveling the surrounding buildings to the ground.

Zhan Bu Hui's spear technique was unstoppable, crushing Lu Changqing's defenses.

laugh--

The spear tip pierced flesh, but Lu Changqing dodged in time, only managing to graze his shoulder.

Given the recovery ability of a grandmaster, this injury is practically nothing.

"You know me?" Lu Changqing stared at Zhan Buhui with a pair of sinister eyes under his large hood, his killing intent growing stronger.

He has endured for decades to get to where he is today, and he absolutely cannot let Zhan Buhui leave alive.

"The Law of Speed." Zhan Buhui's eyes were filled with coldness. "Among all the Grandmaster-level experts in Zhantian City, you are the only one who embodies the Law of Speed!"

Lu Changqing was slightly taken aback.

He had overlooked this point, but it didn't matter. Anyway, the Holy Son was still present, and he had plenty of ways to take down Zhan Buhui, who had just entered the Grandmaster realm.

Thinking it over, Lu Changqing stopped holding back and pushed the speed law to its limit.

The Law of Speed—Leave No Trace!

The next second, Lu Changqing's figure mysteriously disappeared from the spot.

He fought without regret, yet was completely fearless.

The spear in his hand drew a rounded arc, its tassel fluttering in the wind.

The Law of the Gun—Sweep Away!

Snap—

The fierce spear force, accompanied by a surge of powerful blood energy, forced Lu Changqing to take a step back to avoid its sharp edge.

But his real weapon—a sixth-tier explosive talisman—was already within range of Zhan Buhui.

Lu Changqing immediately raised his hand and made a hand seal, and a red light flashed on the talisman.

boom--

Zhan Buhui's pupils contracted sharply. Although he reacted quickly and avoided some damage, his left side was inevitably affected.

Even when protected by combat uniforms, they immediately became covered in blood.

"Hiss!" Zhan Buhui gasped. "No wonder they're Night Owl's men, they're really cunning."

"Heh, in the heat of battle, what does it matter if the methods are underhanded?" Lu Changqing didn't want to say more to him and pressed forward again.

Zhan Buhui had been waiting for this moment.

He didn't suffer those injuries for nothing.

A triumphant smile curled at the corner of his lips as he brandished his spear with ferocious power: "Die, you little brat!"

The Law of the Spear - The Soul-Suppressing Spear!