The Martial King Manor was powerful indeed. Anyone in the manor with decent talent who had made something of their cultivation had reached at least the Transformation Spirit Realm.
A few had even reached the Inscription Realm. Outside the manor, they could have been made marquises.
And in the manor's deepest reaches, a terrifying aura stirred. Someone there had already touched the Array Formation Realm.
Cultivators of Inscription and the Array Formation Realm held immense status in the Eight Domains of the Lower Realm.
Those in the Inscription Realm engraved rudimentary Runes of their own within their bodies. Those in the Array Formation Realm carved killing formations into theirs. Every step was difficult and took a great deal of time.
Someone like Little Nonpoint could ignore the barriers between realms and cross some of them with ease.
But for ordinary people, and even some geniuses, reaching the Inscription and Array Formation Realms took half a lifetime of cultivation.
The Martial King Manor was mighty indeed.
The pressure from the streaks of light shooting into the sky made passersby retreat despite themselves.
Yet Meng Chuan stood there calmly, watching the people of the Martial King Manor.
With the Martial King counted among them, such strength could run rampant across the Stone Kingdom.
But to Meng Chuan, it meant nothing.
Meng Chuan raised a hand and closed it around empty air. With that simple gesture, the people who had charged out of the Martial King Manor brimming with murderous intent froze in midair.
"Some of you call the Martial King Manor home, but you don't know that others see it only as a tool for profit and power."
As Meng Chuan spoke, he flung some of the people in the air back to the ground. Like the guards at the gate, they