A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1886

Lu Ziming soon reached Zhang Zixi's side and unleashed a punch of accumulated Qi in the armed men's direction.

His punch managed to put a hole in the web of bullets.

The affected bullets began free-falling from the sky and onto the ground.

It was a scene of raining bullets.

After stopping the bullets, the force from Lu Ziming's punch continued to traverse forward with the same momentum.

A chorus of pained shouts sounded and an armed man up ahead was flung backward, the force from the punch had him spewing blood out of his mouth. "Zixi, now! Hurry!" Lu Ziming yelled.

Zhang Zixi used that opportunity to aim her sword at Meng Wanjun.

"Meng Wanjun, I'll kill you today to avenge for all the lives you've taken."

Her eyes were bloodshot and her expression was one of mania.

Her hatred for him burned so vigorously that it stung her heart.

She wanted nothing more than to cut Meng Wanjun into pieces.

"Dodge it, Father!"

Meng Chuan's eyes went wide, shocked by the sudden appearance of Zhang Zixi from the rain of bullets.

Meng Yilong immediately got up and ran toward his father, prepared to jump in front of Meng Wanjun while shouting frantically.

However, Meng Wanjun didn't show any fear in the face of the precarious situation.

He stood still like a statue with his hand folded behind his back.

His dark eyes gleamed with disdain as he watched Zhang Zixi charging toward him.

"Get out of the way, Father! It'll be too late if you

don't move now."

Dread filled Meng Yilong at the sight of his father standing still.

Despite his son's pleas, Meng Wanjun remained standing in place with a smirk.

It was a smirk of a victor that was looking down on the loser, and it was also like an arrogant king that was overlooking his empire.

"The Zhang family will be gone from this day onward," Meng Wanjun announced.

His declaration was like a sentence from a deity up in the heavens in the crowd's ears. It was a judgment for the Zhang family.

At that moment, three figures dressed in all black appeared out of the blue. Their movements were agile and swift.

In a matter of minutes, they had reached Zhang Zixi.

The three figures then released a powerful aura that was akin to that of a bright sun.

Even Lu Ziming, who practiced martial arts for half of his life, felt a surge of terror and shock rising within him despite being thirty feet away.

"This is bad. Zixi, run!" Lu Ziming bellowed.

Still tied to the cross, Zhang Jiuling saw the danger closing in on Zhang Zixi. Despite being on the brink of death, he squeezed the remaining bit of energy from his core to roar, "Zixi, run!" However, it was too late.

There was no hesitation in the three figures' attack.

Their assaults were ferocious and consecutive like a raging storm.

"Heavenly Wolf!"

"Demonic Tiger!"

"Green Celestial Dragon!"

Their attacks were fatal.

The horrifying assaults caused a stir in the entire area.

All at once, the crowd looked up at the sky of Westlake and saw a wolf howling, a white tiger

roaring, and a green dragon soaring.

The force behind the three attacks was tremendous.

Being the target, Zhang Zixi was like a small boat on a turbulent ocean.

In a split second, the intense force struck her.

It hurled her frail body backward, breaking her bones and leaving a bloody trail.

She crashed into multiple trees and boulders standing in the way. Finally, she collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.

Coincidentally, the place she had landed was right in front of Chu Wenfei.

Chu Wenfei was stunned into a state of speechlessness by that point. He was frozen in place as he helplessly watched the blood flow out and dyed her attire red.

He couldn't picture the woman that was lying on the ground on the brink of death as the same woman who had appeared before him like a queen that day.

At the moment, Zhang Zixi's chest had caved in with broken ribs piercing through her lungs, causing blood to continuously flowed out of her mouth.

The once stunning woman was now in a poor and pathetic state.

Is she going to die?

An unexplainable sadness rose within Chu Wenfei at the thought.

Even though he had only met Zhang Zixi once, her beauty, confidence, and sassiness had left a permanent mark on his mind.

He couldn't hide the woe from his face as he looked at the poor state of the woman he admired.

"Zixi! Meng Wanjun, you b*stard! Do you have no mercy? Even the ruthless Mr. Chu had left some descendants for the Lu Clan. I didn't know you had it in you to be so cruel to dash off any hope of the Zhang family," roared Lu Zimingwith reddened eyes after seeing the state of Zhang Zixi.

He had thought that Ye Fan was a cold-blooded person until he witnessed Meng Wanjun's viciousness that day.

He didn't expect Meng Wanjun to be so much crueler than Ye Fan that he was not planning to leave even a single descendent of the Zhang family alive.

At that, Meng Wanjun spat, "Mr. Chu? I don't know any Mr. Chu. How dare you compare me to someone I've never even heard of? From today onward, the whole of Jiangbei will only answer to one man, and that's me!"

He continued, "As for you, head of the Lu Clan, since you care so much for the lives of the Zhang family members, I'll do you a favor. I'll send you down to hell with them."

Meng Wanjun peered down at Lu Zimingwith a triumphant smile.

He enjoyed being all-powerful. Having others' lives hanging in his hands was an immense high he could never get over, especially if they were who he had once looked up to. He recalled he used to dread the Zhang family and the Lu Clan.

Yet now, the fate of these scarily-powerful families lay in his hands.

Turning to look at the three figures, Meng Wanjun said politely, "I'll need your help to deal with him."

The three figures turned around and fixed their intense gazes at Lu Ziming.

The second Lu Ziming felt their stare, a chill ran down his spine and his scalp started to tingle.

He would only get that feeling when he was face-to-face with a Grandmaster at its peak or a Supreme.

"W-Who are you people? H-How did the Meng family gain so many elites?"

Lu Ziming stuttered in horror with a face white as a sheet.

"Why are you asking so many questions? You'll be dying soon enough anyway." Meng Wanjun shook his head.

Swoosh!Swoosh!Swoosh!

The next moment, sounds of something cutting through the air echoed.

Under his horrified gaze, Lu Ziming saw the three figures rapidly closing in on him with three attacks

coming at him from different directions.

He wanted to evade the oncoming attack, but they were too fast.

Before he could move, he felt the blast on his chest.

Next his gut, then his back.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three consecutive blows struck Lu Ziming's body.

Waves after waves of ferocious Qi slammed into Lu Ziming's body. The overwhelming force tore his muscles from the inside out. Unable to bear the stress on his body, blood spluttered from his mouth.

Lu Ziming's steady breathing soon turned shaky.

Finally, he fell to the ground like a tattered doll.

The handful of attacks from the three figures had left Zhang Zixi and Lu Ziming barely hanging on to their lives.

The gap in their capabilities was so wide they didn't even have a chance to retaliate.

However, they were still breathing, albeit barely hanging on to their lives.

Meng Wanjun waved his hand, gesturing for someone to tie them onto the cross with Zhang Jiuling.

He then watched as his subordinates poured gasoline on them.

Standing on the summit of Westlake, Meng Wanjun raised the flaming torch in his hand as he looked down at the crowd before him.

The flame danced as the cool breeze blew.

Meng Wanjun stared down like a ruler of the land as his voice rang across the entire Jiangbei.

"From today onward, I will reign over Jiangbei!"

He tossed the torch toward the sky.

The crowd watched with terror as the three tied to the cross were engulfed by a roaring flame.

The fire was burning vigorously for one second before the crowd felt a sudden temperature drop as a gust of cold wind blew.

They watched as the roaring flame slowly extinguished.

They couldn't help the shudder running across their bodies at the abnormal atmosphere.

"Huh? What happened? Someone bring me another torch!" Meng Wanjun requested with a frown.

Yet, the burning torch was extinguished once again.

An uneasy knot tightened in Meng Wanjun's guts at the eerie sight.

"Oh, my God! Look! What is that?"

A call from the crowd broke the eerie silence.

Everyone quickly turned around, looking in the direction pointed.

Thousands of eyes landed on the deep end of Westlake.

They saw a slender figure walking casually on the surface of the lake.

The cold wind started picking up when everyone felt a murderous intent strike them.

Despite the fact that the wind was blowing, the grass and trees were still, while the insects and birds stayed quiet within ten miles surrounding the figure.

At that moment, the figure approaching them from Westlake seemed like a demon from hell descending upon them.