Martial Master

Before Leng Po Gong received the message from the elder of the Leng family, he didn't even bother to listen to the situation and rushed straight to the trading market.

However, what he saw filled him with rage.

So many martial artists were vandalizing their Leng family's shop; were they preparing for a rebellion?

At this moment, an endless killing intent enveloped him, and in an instant, the atmosphere of the entire trading market felt like it had plunged into a bitter winter, making hearts tremble.

“Old Ancestor, it’s like this.”

Several elders of the Leng family dared not conceal the truth and immediately recounted the events as they occurred, trembling in fear.

“What? Our Leng family's elixirs actually have defects that cause irreversible damage to the bloodline?”

Leng Po Gong was shocked.

He understood very well how crucial the bloodline was to a martial artist; it was equivalent to at least half of their life.

Back in the Da Qi Kingdom, Qin Chen had suffered endless humiliation because he could not awaken his bloodline.

If their Leng family's elixirs indeed caused damage to the bloodline, it would bring unprecedented harm to their family's reputation.

“This is troublesome.”

Leng Po Gong frowned, not knowing what to do in such a situation.

Should he kill all these troublemaking martial artists?

If their Leng family dared to do that, they could forget about having a foothold in the Da Wei Dynasty for the rest of their lives.

“By the way, what happened to Fei Fan?”

Leng Po Gong then looked at the unconscious Leng Fei Fan and asked with a frown.

Looking at Leng Fei Fan's appearance, it was clear he had been injured, but since Leng Fei Fan was a peak sixth-level Martial Venerable, did the scattered cultivators here truly have the ability to injure him?

“Old Ancestor, it was Zhuo Qingfeng from the Alchemy Pavilion and that kid Qin Chen!”

One of the elders stepped forward angrily.

“Where are the people from the Alchemy Pavilion?”

Leng Po Gong glanced coldly at Zhuo Qingfeng and Qin Chen not far away, casually tossing out a few elixirs. “First, save Fei Fan; let’s not worry about anything else for now.”

While he radiated intense killing intent, he was very clear that his priority was to handle the Leng family's troubles, not to kill.

However, even though Leng Po Gong did not plan to kill Qin Chen, Qin Chen had no intention of letting him go.

“You are the ancestor of the Leng family, huh? Hehe, such great authority! No wonder you are the first family of the dynasty. Selling inferior defective elixirs, and not only do you refuse to compensate, but you also injure the martial artists who demand justice. Is this your Leng family's way of handling matters? I must say, I’m impressed—truly impressive!”

Seeing Leng Po Gong directly use his martial will to injure multiple martial artists, Qin Chen immediately sneered.

Many ordinary martial artists who were injured by Leng Po Gong were too intimidated by his status and cultivation to speak up. Now that they heard Qin Chen daring to speak on their behalf, they were all deeply moved.

“Kid, watch your mouth.”

Leng Po Gong shot a cold glance at him, and an aura of terror instantly spread from his body.

So this is the kid named Qin Chen? Indeed, quite bold to speak to him like that. Leng Po Gong had already made up his mind to give Qin Chen a severe lesson.

The terrifying aura representing a seventh-level Martial King surged toward Qin Chen like an ocean, then pressed down on him like a mountain.

“Leng Po Gong, what are you doing?”

Zhuo Qingfeng's face changed, angrily shouting as he rushed to block Qin Chen.

But it was too late.

“Boom!”

The terrifying Martial King pressure instantly crashed down on Qin Chen.

How terrifying was the will pressure of a seventh-level Martial King? Ordinary martial artists facing such a terrifying aura would likely turn pale, tremble, or even kneel on the spot.

But Qin Chen remained unfazed, as if enjoying a spring breeze, standing firm amidst the turbulent martial will like a rock.