The Four Ancient Families

Boom!

The aura of a Sixth-Rank Martial Venerable within Yao Shan erupted completely, and surging spiritual energy swept out in every direction like seawater. The vastness of that pressure was more than ten times stronger than Xue Yunlong's.

The entire market seemed to have been seized by a giant invisible hand, solidifying into an iron plate that pressed down until people could scarcely breathe. The remnants of stalls on both sides of the street trembled beneath that momentum. Hanging bells and displayed jade bottles moved on their own without wind, then shattered with crackling pops all over the ground.

Sensing that aura, the Martial Artists all around changed expressions drastically and retreated in terror, afraid they would be dragged into the heart of this storm.

"What terrifying pressure! Is this the true strength of the Young Master of the Lingbo Chamber of Commerce?"

"Sixth-Rank Martial Venerable! Young Master Yao Shan stepped into the Sixth Rank at just twenty-seven. Looking across the entire younger generation of the Southern Saint Domain, he's among the very best!"

"That brat who doesn't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is is finished. Did he really think beating Xue Yunlong meant he could overturn the skies? Yao Shan could probably crush him to death with one finger!"

"Alas, in the end, he's still too young and doesn't know restraint. He offended the Lingbo Chamber of Commerce and offended Yao Shan. I'm afraid he won't walk out of Lingbo City today..."

The surrounding discussions rose like a tide. In the gazes cast toward Lu Changsheng, there was pity, schadenfreude, and even more than that, the indifference of people looking at a dead man.

Lu Changsheng stood at the center of the pressure, the face beneath his conical hat solemn to the extreme.