Fortune-Telling

After the group left, the place fell silent.

Before long, only the young man and woman remained on the third floor, along with Su Nü hurrying downstairs.

The man in the blue robe stared at the corpse for quite a while.

"The Feng Clan truly carries immense power, forcing a Divine Qi expert to bow his head," he murmured with feeling.

The Divine Qi Realm stood at the pinnacle of this martial world. Every practitioner at that level was a grandmaster capable of founding a sect or establishing a gang.

Though they had no idea what rank that old man had reached.

Yet martial artists could not be humiliated, and innate experts could not be bullied!

"My Lady Saint, I heard that Feng Shouzhuo was once a wastrel in the city, proficient in eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling alike. How could he..."

Recalling what had just happened, the woman beside him still found it hard to believe.

Before coming here, the two of them had thoroughly investigated the many factions within Green Rock City, as well as the major events of recent days.

The Sweet Dew Grand Festival, Daoist Yellow Dragon, the Feng Clan, the grain merchant families, Jade Belt Reservoir, the Black Abyss Monster, and more.

The Feng Clan in particular had been singled out in their intelligence reports.

With two Divine Qi Realm experts holding the fort, it was no minor force.

By association, they had also heard a little about Feng Shouzhuo, who was nearly regarded as a spendthrift wastrel.

"The force in his hands looked exceedingly refined. He is at least a Third Force expert."

In the martial world, force-wielding martial artists had long enjoyed the praise: birds could not fly, mosquitoes could not tremble.

With invisible force from their own bodies, they could dissolve the