Martial Master

“Wen Shanxiong, what are you doing?”

The leader of the Shen Zhao Sect spoke in shock and anger, lying weakly on the ground as if poisoned.

The others also changed their expressions, angrily shouting in unison. Among them, a few sensed something was wrong and rushed forward, trying to snatch the leader of the Shen Zhao Sect back from the eagle-eyed elder's grasp.

However, just as they moved, the strong middle-aged man, who had previously expressed his allegiance to the leader of the Shen Zhao Sect, suddenly acted. He struck from behind several people, delivering a powerful blow to their backs.

“Wow!”

These individuals were completely caught off guard by the unexpected attack. In their shock and anger, they tried to resist, but it was already too late. After being hit by the strong man's punch, they vomited blood and flew backward, letting out shrill cries.

One of the overlords was even blown apart, half of his body exploding, turning into countless chunks of blood and flesh, writhing in pain on the ground.

At the moment the strong man struck, a loud bang resounded, and two more people in the crowd attacked. The other unengaged overlord experts were completely unprepared for the presence of these two accomplices, and in an instant, they were stunned and blown away, all spitting blood and looking utterly defeated.

In the blink of an eye, the four joined forces and severely injured the vast majority of those present. Only a few among them had managed to react in time and were uninjured, but they were also filled with anger.

“Wen Shanxiong, Wu Jianlong, what exactly do you want to do?”

Some of the experts present spoke in shock and anger, their faces pale.

“What do we want to do?”

The eagle-eyed elder chuckled, “What do you think?

Of course, we want to monopolize this Saint Master’s bloodline. Sharing this bloodline with you scoundrels would be a waste; only we are worthy to enjoy it.”

“Hahaha.”

The strong middle-aged man and his companions sneered coldly.

“Despicable! Wen Shanxiong, you’re too vile. Do you think that with just a few of you, plus a sneak attack, you can contend against the rest of us?”

The few unharmed overlord experts shouted angrily, gathering with the injured overlords and glaring at Wen Shanxiong. Even though many among them were hurt, they still held an absolute numerical advantage. If a desperate fight broke out, it was still uncertain who would perish.

Little did they know that Wen Shanxiong was utterly unconcerned, and the people beside him also began to sneer: “Hahaha, do you think I only have this little bit of strength and no backup?

Just check the state of your Saint Energy within your bodies and see if it’s still operating.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the other overlords changed dramatically. One of them glared at Wen Shanxiong in shock and anger, exclaiming, “W-What have you done?”

The more than ten overlords present found their bodies suddenly weak and powerless, with their Saint Energy becoming incredibly stagnant, almost impossible to mobilize.

“What have I done?

I secretly released a soul-disorienting fragrance earlier. This fragrance was obtained from an ancient relic, and even peak overlords might not withstand it. How could you all hope to resist?”

Wen Shanxiong sneered.

“Wen Shanxiong, we have no grievances against each other. What you’re doing is simply for the Saint Master’s bloodline. Why not spare our lives? We will not hold this against you.”

One of the experts spoke in a deep voice.

“No grievances?”

Wen Shanxiong replied with a cold laugh, “Then what about the Seven Killing Sword Formation in this void?”

With a sudden movement, Wen Shanxiong struck, and instantly, a hidden sword formation materialized in the space ahead, exuding an aura of death.

The expert’s face changed drastically.

“Hmph, do you think we don’t know your intentions? If we don’t act, we would be the ones to be killed, right?”

Wen Shanxiong laughed mockingly. In front of treasures, even brothers can turn against each other. They were merely people who met by chance under the call of the Shen Zhao Holy Son; where was the trust? Each one likely wanted to monopolize this bloodline.