Chapter 455

Shan Shui Club, in the lounge.

That inadvertent eye contact was like a fire starting in the dark night, clearly bright, attracting the attention of the two young talents of the Xu family.

Their conversation seemed unintentional, yet also deliberate.

"Friend, are you a disciple of Uncle Changshou?"

The youth wearing black-rimmed glasses turned around, looked at Zhang Fan, and wantonly sized him up.

"Disciple?" Zhang Fan didn't commit, but instead asked: "Are you people from the Xu family?"

"My name is Xu Yinhe, and he is Xu Yindeng, my younger brother," the youth wearing black-rimmed glasses said indifferently.

Beside him, Xu Yindeng didn't speak, just rubbing a golden ring, his gaze also wandering over Zhang Fan.

"Third-generation disciples of the Xu family," Zhang Fan murmured.

Speaking of which, this wasn't his first time dealing with people from the Xu family.

That day, in Guixi Province, before entering the Ten Thousand Mountains, Zhang Fan first met Yu Xuanji in that small courtyard, and killed two Xu family disciples, one named Xu Changnian and one named Xu Banshan.

"Uncle Changshou has been away from home for many years; it's nothing to take in a disciple or two, but..."

Just at this moment, Xu Yindeng spoke; compared to his brother, his temperament was sharper.

"The Xu family's Daoist methods cannot be passed on to outsiders."

At this point, Xu Yindeng paused slightly, his gaze toward Zhang Fan becoming three parts colder: "I don't know what Daoist methods Uncle Changshou passed on to you?"

"Oh!?"

Zhang Fan's expression was calm, but a sense of realization rose in his heart.

These two brothers didn't appear here for no reason; Xu Changshou's return indeed added strength to the Second Branch in terms of the big picture, but within the Second Branch, a strong dragon crossing the river naturally wants to share food from others' mouths, not to mention that he had left the Xu family for many years and his background was unknown.

Therefore, the Xu family's Second Branch was both happy about Xu Changshou's return, yet also had to guard against him in secret, and even wanted to control him.

"Internal strife is always an instinct hidden in human bones."

Zhang Fan sighed in his heart; the Wu Wei Gate and the Daoist sects are like this, the two branches of the Zhang family are like this, and the Xu family is also like this.

"You want to probe my background!?"

Zhang Fan suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the two Xu brothers.

"Uncle Changshou has been away from home for more than thirty years; now that he has returned to his ancestors, he only brought you with him, so he must value you highly," Xu Yinhe said in a deep voice.

"Since that's the case, we brothers are naturally curious about what kind of skills the disciple Uncle Changshou trained has."

Xu Changshou drifted outside for more than thirty years, returned to his ancestors, and only brought Zhang Fan with him, which shows his status is extraordinary; however, at this age, logically he should be of the same generation as Xu Changshou's disciples; in fact, if it weren't for knowing that Xu Changshou had no offspring, they would even suspect if this young man was also surnamed Xu.

"You want to see if I have practiced the Xu family's Daoist methods," Zhang Fan smiled.

If not surnamed Xu, one has no qualification to practice the Ancestor Xu's Dharma lineage.

If Xu Changshou passed it on, he would have broken the ancestors' rules; in this way, it could also be considered leaving a handle.

Facing Zhang Fan's 'bluntness', the two Xu brothers didn't commit, but their gaze toward him became increasingly sharp.

"Interesting; it's understandable that you want to probe my background, but I have only one sentence for you."

Zhang Fan sat there, motionless.

"What?" Xu Yindeng asked subconsciously.

"Young people, you don't know how high the sky is or how thick the earth is!"

Rumble...

Suddenly, Xu Yinhe moved.

I don't know if he was angered by Zhang Fan's words, or if his fighting spirit had climbed to the peak.

His brow trembled violently, and a fluctuation rose, like ripples spreading, vast and extraordinary.

Immediately after, a terrifying roar sounded, like the sound made by the legendary ancient strange beasts, echoing in the quiet room, shaking the mysterious innate soul.

"Long Dragon Roar!"

Back then, Ancestor Xu controlled the water floods of the world and slew countless dragons; he realized this Daoist method from these strange beasts that roamed the Jiang Hu and oceans.

This method simulates the roar of a dragon, not through the mouth or throat, but through soul vibration, infinitely close to the frequency of a dragon.

Once the Daoist method is completed, it is like a dragon roaring; ordinary Daoist practitioners who hear it will also have mental confusion and soul runaway.

Rumble...

Long Dragon Roar, Jiang Hu in chaos, wind and waves make the spirit cold.

Great waves surge, heaven and earth flood, human red dust stirs up startling waves.

That strange and terrifying sound cannot be captured by the perception of ordinary people, but within that frequency, everyone's soul, whether awakened or not, will be affected.

In a trance, soul external scenes appear: rivers, lakes, and seas, the water systems of the world; one only sees the great waves surging, heaven and earth turning upside down, between thunder and lightning, the ancient strange beast soaring into the sky, roaming the sea of clouds, ravaging the waves, one roar making the cultivators of the world cold, making the innate soul perish.

That terrifying fluctuation spread out and surged toward Zhang Fan.

"Ancestor Xu's Daoist method is indeed extraordinary," Zhang Fan whispered, a look of appreciation rising in his eyes.

He still sat there, listening to the dragon roaring, watching the river waves rising and falling.

Rumble...

Suddenly, Xu Yinhe's brow trembled violently, the dragon roaring stopped abruptly, and in the raging sea, a fire light soared into the sky, surpassing heaven and earth, steaming the four seas.

Immediately after, a fire dragon crossed the sky, entered the vast ocean, opened its mouth wide, swallowed the ravaging dragon, and turned the surging waves into endless white steam.

Fire dragon swallows dragon, steam fills the river and sea.

"You..."

At this moment, the souls of Xu Yinhe and Xu Yindeng were pulled into the external scene; their souls were trembling, in fear, being stared at by the fire dragon that roamed the ocean and supported the sky, and in a single thought, they had already fallen into those fangs and palms.

At this moment, their souls seemed to no longer belong to themselves.

At this moment, they finally knew what it meant for Daoist methods to be profound, and what it meant to be in a life-and-death dilemma.

The so-called probing, the so-called technique, in the face of absolute strength and terror, appeared childish and ridiculous.

"Now you should know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is."

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's voice echoed in the ears of the two Xu brothers, Xu Yinhe and Xu Yindeng.

Immediately after, all the phenomena in front of them dissipated, and the soul external scene melted like ice and snow.

Xu Yinhe widened his eyes, standing there like a withered piece of wood, motionless, his clothes already soaked with sweat, and his soul was weak to the extreme; his legs were trembling, very much like a 'gaga' squeezed dry in a nightclub.

He looked around in a trance; the lounge was empty, and except for the two brothers, there was no one else's figure.

At this moment, he couldn't tell whether he had just experienced a big dream, and he couldn't even be sure if anyone had entered this lounge.

The boundary between reality and nothingness seemed to become blurred.

That is the lag caused by the soul being affected.

"Brother..."

Xu Yindeng looked at Xu Yinhe tremblingly, his eyes filled with deep fear.

Xu Yinhe waved his hand, his figure swaying.