Martial Fortune filled the sky above the City Wall of Ten Thousand Mile City, while a fist intent heavier than the entire city itself kept spreading outward.
In the Chen Clan's courtyards, all the elders walked out and lifted their heads toward the martial fortune constantly gathering above the City Wall of Ten Thousand Mile City. Their aged yet profound eyes narrowed.
The younger generation of the Chen Clan naturally looked toward that section of the city wall as well.
"Grandpa... what's on the City Wall...?"
Among the Chen Clan's men, Chen Bei—the leader of the younger generation and the man believed to be the next Chen Clan Leader—walked over to his grandfather.
"It's the clan leader's fist intent and Fist Aura."
The old man stroked his beard as he spoke.
"Could someone from the Demon Race World have invaded? But why would the clan leader act personally?"
Chen Bei asked in confusion.
Chen Bei's grandfather shook his head. "It isn't an invasion from the Demon Race World. Bei'er, calm your mind and feel it for yourself."
Chen Bei said no more. He closed his eyes, and the Martial Warrior True Qi within him connected with heaven and earth. Soon, Chen Bei opened his eyes, his brows furrowing as well.
"Now you know, don't you?"
Chen Weida spoke slowly.
"Our clan leader is teaching someone else fist techniques. This isn't a one-on-one sparring match with their realms suppressed. He's using the fist intent of a Half-Step Martial God to suppress the other person's fist intent, allowing him to experience the essence of it most directly."
Chen Bei looked toward the City Wall of Ten Thousand Mile City. "But not only was this person not frightened away by the clan leader's Half-Step Martial God fist intent, he actually dared to face