The Martial Emperor Family had to make a living too. According to the intelligence Lu Shunan had provided, the Wang Family's Quiet Pavilion mainly sold divine iron for forging weapons and Spirit Medicine. Their business was nowhere near as extensive as the Myriad Phenomena Merchant Guild's, and they had branches in only a few provinces of the Eastern Domain.
Of course, the Saint City branch was not small. Otherwise, it would not have required a Dharma Form Martial Saint to guard it year-round.
After he had slaughtered Wang Jinyao, the person sent here to take charge was named Wang Jinshang, likewise a Dharma Form Martial Saint.
The foundation of a Martial Emperor Family was indeed terrifying. Thus far, he had already killed five Martial Saints of the Wang Family, yet they could still send another Dharma Form Martial Saint here.
The breeze was gentle, and Saint City never fell. This was a place without rules, where lawlessness reigned, the strong survived, and if the weak did not wish to die, they could only curl up and hide.
This was what Li Jianchen had told him on his first day entering Saint City. That very day, he had personally slaughtered a Martial Saint, proving those words true.
"I have come to settle certain grievances with the Wang Family. Those who are not friends of the Wang Family, leave Quiet Pavilion at once, lest you be caught in the crossfire."
Outside Quiet Pavilion, he let out a great roar that shook this human holy city that never fell.
Boom!
The surroundings erupted. Countless divine senses swept over the area, while some people rose directly into the skies to watch Quiet Pavilion from afar.
Naturally, those who had originally been near Wei Fan sprang away like lightning upon hearing his words, opening a