This Foundation Establishment battle.
Just as Li Chang'an had guessed, it did not take place inside the market.
Clear River Market belonged to the Zheng family, after all. Zheng Yuandao could not possibly fight here.
And Cao Zhengxiong seemed to have some misgivings.
"The two Foundation Establishment Ancestors have both gone outside the market, and the battle won't affect the market. Then when will the Market Chaos mentioned in the Hexagram Image happen?"
Li Chang'an pondered silently.
He had been keeping his eyes fixed on Zheng Jinbao, simply waiting for the chaos to appear.
Just then.
A shrill voice suddenly rang out within the market.
"Fellow Daoists, Old Ancestor Zheng has already left. What are you still afraid of?"
"If you don't rob now, when will you wait until?"
That voice seemed to carry some kind of power that bewitched the heart.
It made quite a few cultivators faintly stir with desire.
And then.
No sooner had that voice fallen than another voice rang out.
"Well said!"
"Tonight, this Clear River Market is our opportunity!"
After that, from all over the market.
More than ten voices responded one after another.
"Fellow Daoists, if we have no opportunities, we wandering cultivators will never have any hope of reaching Foundation Establishment!"
"If we join hands, the Zheng family is nothing to fear!"
"Kill! Rob!"
"..."
Almost in an instant.
The entire market descended into chaos.
From shops all over the market, rumbling booms kept sounding.
"What are you doing? Stop at once!"
A shopkeeper's expression was panicked, and he was just about to put all the treasures in the shop into his Storage Bag.
But in the next moment.
A flash of saber light swept past and severed his head.
The big man wielding the saber laughed wildly and charged into the