Lu Zhaofeng was captured single-handedly by Huang Fu Wuxia. That Golden Dragon was a set of magical treasures forged from thirty-six flying swords.
There was no need to mention how extravagantly wealthy Huang Fu Wuxia was. As for Third Brother Lu, he was covered in over a hundred slashes, and one of his legs had been severed. He was already in a pitiful state.
He didn't dare challenge Huang Fu Wuxia, but seeing Du Fanghui, whom he had once mocked mercilessly, now standing before him in a dignified manner, filled him with unbearable rage.
This was the nature of his twisted temperament. Even with death knocking at his door, he couldn't bear to see a "nobody" flaunting their strength in front of him.
Du Fanghui didn't argue with him, merely baring his teeth in a grin. "Third Brother, did you leave behind a soul-bound token?"
