Chapter 891: Chapter 889: Rotten Flesh (10) Chapter 891: Chapter 889: Rotten Flesh (10) In a moment of reflection, Fu Qian quickly arrived near Jiang En’s residence.

Clearly, the young genius was not doing well, for even compared to Tyler’s manor, his living conditions seemed much poorer.

It was not too late, yet from a distance, he could see no one around, and there were no lights on, as if the place was an uninhabited derelict house.

What? Why hadn’t he immediately followed up before, and what if that young man was actually not Jiang En–what would he do if he lost track of him?

His only purpose on this trip was to persuade someone to turn back from their misguided ways, not to murder and rob.

If that person wasn’t Jiang En, he obviously wasn’t the target, so why bother pursuing him?

…

It turned out that it indeed was Brother Jiang En.

As he approached the building, a familiar scent clearly identified it as not possibly being equipped with luxurious amenities like those found in a party venue.

Moreover, the location of the building was quite cautious, currently situated right in what clearly seemed to be a basement area.

Easily approaching the building, Fu Qian locked onto the location, and Blood Conquest was once again launched.

Without directly entering the basement, Fu Qian passed through the wall and first arrived in the living room, and even immediately deactivated the Blood Conquest mode.

He concealed his presence and looked around to his left and right.

The arrangement was quite simple, mostly just necessities for daily life. For a descendant of a family and a genius like him, it was still somewhat meager.

Relatively, the door and window positions included more than one set of alarm systems. At a glance, it was evident how much he valued his privacy!

If he had tried to pick the lock and enter, he definitely would have caused a disturbance.

Shaking his head, Fu Qian did not stay any longer and silently proceeded towards the basement.

Compared to the above, the basement was clearly more fortified, even the black metal door seemed much more secure than the front door.

He could sense that Jiang En was right behind the door, and the space inside was not large. No matter how he tried to open the door, he would undoubtedly be noticed.

Luckily, Fu Qian hadn’t planned on hiding himself any longer.

He pressed his hand on the door and slowly exerted force, the next moment the door was violently opened amidst painful groans, and dim light shone out.

“Who’s there?”

Accompanied by a harsh, loud question.

Fu Qian did not answer, but stood at the doorway sizing up the basement’s interior.

A young man in his early twenties, tall and straight, quickly grabbed a piece of clothing to cover his bare upper body; his gaze icy as he looked over.

Even so, a certain unmistakable smell of blood still lingered.

He really couldn’t wait!

Fu Qian nodded secretly, the Fangthroat he had just acquired was obviously being worn by him.

“Well said, I am the Grand Fate Ming Emperor.”

The next moment, he snorted coldly, revealing his identity.

“Grand Fate Ming Emperor?”

This title clearly exceeded Jiang En’s range of knowledge. He stared at the mask on Fu Qian’s face, full of surprise and doubt.

“Sorry, I’ve never heard of it. Why are you barging into my house?”

“This is your house, so you are Jiang En?”

Fu Qian’s tone carried some displeasure at this person not recognizing his own great name.

“I am, so what?”

Jiang En’s tone became more severe, and fear mingled in his voice.

He was really being targeted.

“That’s good.”

Fu Qian laughed.

“I have long heard that Shangjing is abundant with talents, and the names of North’s Jiangen and South’s Tyler are renowned. Today, I, the Grand Fate Ming Emperor, have come to seek some enlightenment!”

“How do I not recall being mentioned in the same breath as some Tyler, where did you came from, you maniac?”

Facing Fu Qian’s bizarre lines, Jiang En was once again taken aback.

But compared to Tyler, he was even less courteous, the next moment laughing scornfully.

Unfortunately, this little bit of combative force was far too weak.

“Interesting, Tyler said the same thing.”

Despite being furiously labeled as crazy, Fu Qian was hardly upset–he even spoke with a hint of a smile.

“The so-called Jiang Family’s Talent, he is completely unfamiliar with, and never paid attention to.”

It was clear that Jiang En was doing his best to control his facial muscles, but the stiffness was still unmistakable.

For a fallen talent, there was perhaps nothing more triggering than being ignored,
especially by a former rival.

“So you came from Tyler?”

Staring at Fu Qian, after adjusting his mentality for a full ten seconds, he finally spoke.

“Yes, it turns out that he is just a man of empty fame. After Sa Jia showed just a little of my power, he kept making excuses, avoiding battle, which was quite disappointing.”

Fu Qian said, his cold laughs continuous.

“In the end, I let him off for the time being, deciding to meet another young talent first. Brother Jiang En surely won’t avoid battle as well, will he?”

Where in the world did this Grand Fate Ming Emperor come from?

Jiang En was clearly displeased by the aggressive approach of the other man, but…

“As a member of the Bloodline Clan with exceptional talent, Tyler Gulad is certainly beyond my match; if your Excellency seeks renown, you should seek him out instead.”

The next moment, with a semblance of endurance, he nearly gritted out the words.

Not stimulating enough, is it?

It appeared that after years of decline, Jiang En had developed some immunity.

Fu Qian did not reply but instead took two steps forward, sizing up Jiang En.

“What are you doing out here so late, Brother Jiang En?”

“That’s none of your business.”

Jiang En turned his body slightly, subtly covering up as he dressed, never exposing his left arm.

“I did hear before coming that the young talent had made no progress for many years, becoming somewhat despondent, but looking at you now, Brother Jiang En, were you perhaps engaging in bitter cultivation just now?”

“If you don’t leave now, you might be in trouble.”

Jiang En completely disregarded Fu Qian’s question.

“Interesting!”

Fu Qian nodded.

“However, such secrets need not be disclosed to me, in fact, this effort is rather pleasing to me, it’s just a pity–”
He broke into loud laughter halfway through his sentence.

“After all the strenuous training, I still have no interest in even making a move, the Transcendents of Shangjing are indeed nothing but empty names!”

“You’re seeking death!”

Before Fu Qian could finish, a furious shout rang out.

A muscular fist, already aimed at his face,
“Bring it on.”

Facing this enraged strike, Fu Qian did not step back; instead, he switched his hand to a claw, striking first.

As a black gleam flickered, terrifyingly sharp, a sensation of extreme danger arose; the infuriated Jiang En forcibly stopped his momentum, switching his tactic midway.

Even so, his chest already ached, with blood splattering forth.

“This–you’re also from the Bloodline Clan!”

Not minding the minor wound and creating distance, Jiang En stared intensely at Fu Qian’s black claw, exclaiming in shock.

It was unavoidable, the shape was far too iconic.

“An ignorant frog in a well!”

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Fu Qian countered with a cold sneer, the next moment, gesturing with his left hand.

“And what about this?”

What?

Jiang En looked over warily, only to find that Fu Qian’s hand remained unchanged.

Wondering what that meant, the next moment, Jiang En was horrified to find his body inexplicably drawn towards the ferocious claw, moving uncontrollably.