Chapter 8

Three Dragon's Roar

Zhuowen grabbed Zhuo Wu's neck with one hand and said coldly, "With the talent I've shown so far, do you think I won't be able to get these things from the family?

However, I won't kill you now because you're still useful to me! "

When Zhuo Wu heard this, he felt relieved. In fact, he was most afraid that Zhuowen would kill him in a fit of anger. If that happened, he would die in vain!

As long as he didn't die, he still had a chance to escape from Zhuowen's hands.

"Zhuowen!

If I don't die this time, I'll ask my father to kill you personally! "Zhuo Wu thought resentfully.

Just as Zhuo Wu was scheming, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You destroyed my Dantian?"

Zhuo Wu looked at the cold-faced Zhuowen in horror. He clutched his abdomen with both hands and his entire body trembled.

"Crippling your Dantian was only the interest. If it wasn't for the fact that you still had some use, you would have died long ago!" Zhuo Wen's lips curled into a cold smile.

Not far away, Zhuo Xinya saw more than ten Qi Refining Stage black-clothed men being taken care of by Zhuowen in an instant. Even Zhuo Wu, who was in the Divine Valor Stage, was defeated in a single move. Zhuo Xinya finally understood how powerful the master she had betrayed was.

Zhuo Xinya knew that after tonight, the young man in front of her would regain his position in the family. His position might even be higher than before. Wealth and luxury would be at his fingertips.

She knew that if she didn't escape now, her fate wouldn't be any better than Zhuo Wu, who was in Zhuowen's hands.

"Zhuo Xinya!

Where do you think you're going? "

Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes and stared at Zhuo Xinya who was about to slip away. His figure flashed and stood in front of Zhuo Xinya.

"Zhuowen!

I've wronged you in the past. I only beg you not to kill me. Please let me go! "

Zhuo Xinya's gaze was timid and her legs were weak. She actually knelt before Zhuowen and trembled. Her beautiful face was full of pleading.

Zhuowen straightened his back, and a deep dragon roar could be faintly heard from his body. A huge pressure immediately enveloped Zhuo Xinya.

Zhuo Xinya stole a glance at the dignified Zhuowen. In the past two years when she was with Zhuowen in Concentrated Fragrance Pavilion, she had never felt such a strong aura and domineering aura. In the past, Zhuowen had always been cultured and refined, with a strong scholarly aura. Compared to the current Zhuowen, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.

If Zhuowen was just a weak scholar in the past, the current Zhuowen seemed to have an ancient dragon hidden in his body. Just his aura alone was enough to make others not dare to look directly at him.

"Hehe!

Zhuo Xinya, it's too late to say anything now. I've already given you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Now, you can die! "

As Zhuowen spoke, he pinched Zhuo Xinya's white neck. With a gentle squeeze, Zhuo Xinya's eyes rolled back and she stopped breathing.

Looking at the dead Zhuo Xinya, Zhuowen's expression was very complicated. In fact, Zhuowen and this woman didn't have much of a grudge. However, this woman didn't know what was good for her and insisted on killing Zhuowen time and time again. Even if Zhuowen's temper was good, he couldn't help but be angry.

Now that Zhuo Xinya was dead, the grudge between the two could be considered to have been completely resolved.

After dealing with Zhuo Xinya, Zhuowen carried Zhuo Wu into the room. At this moment, Chun Er was looking at Zhuowen timidly in the room. She was actually gradually backing away.

"Young Master!

You were so scary just now! "Chun Er said weakly, avoiding his gaze.

Looking at the timid girl in front of him, Zhuowen revealed a gentle smile. He casually tossed Zhuo Wu to Chun Er and said softly, "Don't be afraid!

Young Master will soon let you live a good life. Tomorrow, Young Master will take back everything that belongs to Young Master! "

"Really?" Chun Er's eyes suddenly lit up as she asked.

Zhuowen nodded lightly, then went to the table next to him. He took out a piece of paper and a pen, then wrote a lot of things on the paper.

When Zhuowen finished the last stroke, Zhuowen put it into an envelope, then handed it to Chun Er and said, "Chun Er!

Do me a favor. Tomorrow morning, pass this letter to the housekeeper of Wolong Pavilion and ask him to pass it to my second uncle, Zhuo Dingtian! "

The Crouching Dragon Pavilion was a famous mansion in the inner courtyard of the clan. It was much bigger than Zhuo Wen's Concentrated Fragrance Pavilion. The owner of the Crouching Dragon Pavilion was naturally Zhuo Dingtian, who was also Zhuo Wu's father.

Zhuowen knew that if he wanted to prove himself, he had to awaken the Armor Soul in the martial arts arena. In the family, only the head of the Zhuo Family, Zhuo Xiangding, knew how to activate the Awakening Soul Tablet.

In the Zhuo Family, only Zhuowen's first uncle, Zhuo Xiangding, and second uncle, Zhuo Xiangding, could directly ask the head of the Zhuo Family to do it. Zhuo Beitian, the first uncle, was obsessed with martial arts, so he was always in seclusion and rarely managed the family's affairs. Zhuo Dingtian, the second uncle, thought that he was not talented enough, so he was more interested in power.

Therefore, Zhuo Dingtian's power in the family was only below the head of the family, Zhuo Xiangding. The head of the family, Zhuo Xiangding, also rarely managed the family's affairs, so the daily affairs were basically handled by Zhuo Dingtian. It seemed that Zhuo Dingtian had the power to control the entire Zhuo Family.

Chun Er nodded sensibly and said innocently, "Will we be able to live a good life if we pass this letter to the second master?"

Zhuowen smiled, gently rubbed Chun Er's head and said, "Yes!"

After entering the inner room, Zhuowen casually put the unconscious Zhuo Wu aside, and then said to himself happily, "After the life-and-death battle with the black-clothed man just now, I feel that my understanding of the Primeval Chaos Dragon Roar Fist has increased by another level, and I feel that I may be able to break through the realm of Three Dragon Roars!

It seems that life-and-death battles are really one of the ways to improve strength quickly! "

Zhuowen smiled, and then his face calmed down. He closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, gradually comprehending and recalling the gains of the battle just now.

Not long after, the Yuan Qi floating around Zhuo Wen's body suddenly became restless. A strong Yuan Qi whirlwind gradually accumulated around Zhuo Wen's body. His hair moved without wind, and his clothes wantonly swayed.

A deep dragon's roar whizzed out from Zhuo Wen's body, followed by a second dragon's roar. When the second dragon's roar gradually faded away, a third extremely loud dragon's roar suddenly erupted from Zhuo Wen's body.

The third dragon roar was loud and clear, and it continued without end, as if it would never end.

As the dragon roar gradually faded away, three huge dragon-shaped auras suddenly appeared around Zhuowen's body. Zhuowen sat on the three huge dragons, and his expression was solemn, as if a god had descended from the heavens.

Zhuowen looked at Zhuowen, who was sitting on the three huge dragons, in disbelief. He could clearly feel how small and weak he was in front of Zhuowen.

Looking at the calm young man in front of him, Zhuo Wu's face was filled with a complicated expression. This cousin of his that he had never cared about had unknowingly become so powerful, and even he had been defeated by him.

The curtain of night gradually faded away, and the first rays of the morning sun shone on the ground, making it seem illusory and dazzling.

Deep in the Inner Court, in the spacious hall of the Crouching Dragon Pavilion.

A middle-aged man in a purple brocade robe was frowning slightly, and he muttered to himself, "Why have my eyelids been twitching since yesterday?

Could it be that something ominous is about to happen to me? "

"Master, there is a young lady outside who asked me to deliver a letter to you. The young lady also said that this letter must be delivered to you, because it contains information that you must read!"

A slightly hunchbacked old man in black walked into the hall, holding a letter in his hand. He presented the letter respectfully to the man in purple.

The middle-aged man in purple was Zhuowen's second uncle, Zhuo Wu's father, Zhuo Dingtian. At this time, all the affairs of the Zhuo Family were managed by Zhuo Dingtian. Now, his status in the Zhuo Family was flourishing, and he was catching up to Zhuo Xiangding, the head of the family. He had some supreme status and power in the Inner Court.

Zhuo Dingtian frowned slightly, looking at the letter in the old man's hand. For some reason, Zhuo Dingtian had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Did the young lady say anything else?" Zhuo Dingtian took a deep breath, and asked with a solemn face.

The old man in black stole a glance at Zhuo Dingtian, and then said carefully, "The young lady said that the content of the letter has something to do with young master Zhuo Wu. It contains information about young master Zhuo Wu!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Dingtian's face changed dramatically. He then took the letter from the old man in black, tore open the envelope, and could not wait to read the content.

Since yesterday, Zhuo Dingtian had known that Zhuo Wu had mysteriously disappeared, and some of Zhuo Wu's guards had also mysteriously disappeared. However, Zhuo Dingtian thought that Zhuo Wu must have gone out to flirt, so he did not pay much attention to it.

However, the growing sense of uneasiness in his heart made Zhuo Dingtian realize that Zhuo Wu might have really gone missing.

As Zhuo Dingtian continued to read the content of the letter, his face changed constantly. First, it turned from white to red, then from red to green, and finally, his face turned green.

Zhuo Dingtian threw the letter in his hand on the ground, and roared with fire in his eyes, "Zhuowen, I didn't expect you to have such guts!"

"Elder Qiao!

Go and gather the Black Rain Guards now. Tell them to report to Wolong Pavilion immediately. Today, I will make Zhuowen regret his actions! "

Upon hearing this, the old man in black was shocked. He had not expected the old master to gather the Black Rain Guards just because of a letter.

The Black Rain Guards were an elite troop that Zhuo Dingtian had cultivated himself. There were a total of 655 people in the troop, and almost all of them were at the Divine Valor Realm. Even the leader of the Black Rain Guards, Long Yan, had reached the Viscera Realm.