Everyone from the Zhang family who was present was alarmed when they saw Zhang Li cough up blood and immediately stepped forward to support him.
They had already lost Zhang Buhui, and the hopes they had placed on him had been shattered. But Zhang Buhui had brought this upon himself, leaving them with no way to save him.
Besides, he had only been at Houtian Layer Four. Losing him was not that serious.
But implicating their Clan Leader and causing him to be injured was a major problem. A Houtian Layer Ten Martial Artist possessed the strength to support an aristocratic family in the Martial Arts World. If they lost one, the Zhang family's standing in Qin Province might drop several steps.
The Zhang family's greatest combat strength had originally consisted of only three Houtian Layer Ten Martial Artists. Losing any one of them would be a devastating blow.
They could understand why Clan Leader Zhang Li had reacted as he did to Chen Mo's humiliation of the Zhang family. Though they were angry, they did not blame their Clan Leader too much.
If your strength was inferior, you could only endure humiliation. That was the Martial Arts World: whoever had the bigger fist was right. The Martial Arts World was like that, and so was what had happened today.
Seeing the concern on everyone's faces, Zhang Li finally relaxed. His clansmen were still reasonable. The Zhang family had suffered tremendous humiliation today, but he, Zhang Li, bore little responsibility for it.
Of course, he was still responsible. He had failed to properly educate the younger members of the family, which was why they had brought such disaster upon them.
Thinking back, he had imposed too few restrictions on the family members after they went out, perhaps never managing them