In Liu Yunwei’s memory, Luo Chen had always been an unremarkable figure during their school days. Not to mention practising martial arts, he did not even know how to fight. How could he have changed so drastically after being apart for only four years? He had always believed he was no ordinary person, which was why he looked down on Luo Chen and repeatedly provoked him. In his eyes, Luo Chen was like an ant, someone he could crush with a mere flick of his finger. But now? It was he who was about to die! In the blink of an eye, the ant had turned into a colossal dragon. With just a single slap, he had not even been qualified to exchange two moves with the man! This blow was too much for Liu Yunwei to accept.
Yu Shasha was even more astonished. So Luo Chen was no ordinary person after all? Liu Yunwei, whom she had always admired and regarded as a man with godlike methods, could not even block a single slap from Luo Chen? Shen Yuelan was also stunned. Only Jiang Tongran, who had not spoken a word, was mentally prepared. She had seen Luo Chen lose his temper and strike people before. An ordinary person might truly be no match for him.
“Your god is a fake, is he not?”
“So utterly fragile?”
Even though Liu Yunwei was now critically injured and dying from Luo Chen’s attack, his body racked with unbearable pain, hearing this mockery still made his face burn with shame. He could not believe it, yet he had no choice but to accept it. It turned out he had been far too arrogant and self-assured all along.
“Do not be so smug. When I die, you will soon be joining me. Today, this place is full of experts. You will not survive.” Liu Yunwei forced out these words with great difficulty.
Many of those present today were renowned veterans and seniors famous across the region. Their strength was no weaker than that of Grandmasters. So what if Luo Chen was an inner strength martial artist? He would still be crushed without a fight!
“Very well. Then keep your dog eyes wide open and watch clearly how the gods you worship are trampled under my feet one by one.” Luo Chen gave a light chuckle and turned his gaze towards Shi Sigui, the Witch King.
“Good. No wonder you were so confident just now, speaking to me like that.” Shi Sigui sneered.
“It seems we misjudged you. I did not expect you to actually be a martial artist who has mastered inner strength!”
The fact that Luo Chen had just knocked Liu Yunwei to the ground with a single slap naturally proved his strength. Liu Yunwei’s strength was actually quite formidable. To defeat him in a single move meant Luo Chen must have reached the pinnacle of inner strength.
“Acceptable. You are at least qualified to speak with me now.” Shi Sigui said arrogantly.
However, despite his outward words, he still did not truly take Luo Chen seriously in his heart. A mere inner strength martial artist was hardly worthy of his full attention. But what they were doing today was actually rather disgraceful, tarnishing their status and reputation. After all, they were openly planning to rob him, and robbing a junior at that. For people of their stature to act this way would likely become a subject of ridicule if it spread later. So he spoke again.
“Considering your difficult cultivation journey, we will reason with you. Hand over the prescription.”
“I will say the same thing again. Just because you tell me to hand it over, I will?” Luo Chen retorted.
“Young man, the Blood Corpse King is wreaking havoc across the region. Since you possess the prescription, you ought to hand it over so we can eliminate him more easily and restore peace. This would also be your modest contribution to the common people of the world!” Old Freak Ding from the Vajra Gate suddenly stepped forward and sneered.
He certainly had mastered the art of shamelessness, able to dress up robbery in the language of a righteous cause.
“If I say you are so hypocritical, does your family know about it?” Luo Chen looked at Old Freak Ding with disdain.
How could Luo Chen possibly fall for such a cheap trick?
“Who released the Blood Corpse King in the first place? Do you really not know?”
“It is merely to satisfy your own selfish desires and then bring disaster upon the people, yet you dare to place yourselves on the moral high ground.”
“Do you think you are filming a movie about a battle between good and evil? Talking about the common people?” Luo Chen lectured him without mercy.
This immediately made Old Freak Ding’s face flush red.
“Bastard, how dare you!”
“Hey, I say, young brother, do not accuse us veterans and seniors of ganging up on you just because there are more of us.”
“Do me a favour and hand over the prescription. I, in turn, will guarantee your safety today.” Zhang Fenghu, the Grandmaster from Western Sichuan, stood up and spoke.
His entire body radiated an imposing aura, carrying a feeling like surging rivers and oceans about to burst forth, multiplying the pressure on everyone.
“Guarantee my safety?”
“I am afraid you are not yet qualified!” Luo Chen dismissed it with contempt.
“And let me remind you, those who usually ask me for favours tend to meet very miserable ends.”
“Young man, you are far too arrogant.”
“Since you are a martial artist, you ought to know that a Grandmaster must not be insulted!” Zhang Fenghu grew furious.
He had originally thought that since Luo Chen was a fellow martial artist, he would naturally show some respect to a Grandmaster like him. But he never expected this young man to remain so presumptuous, refusing to give him any face at all. He immediately developed murderous intent towards Luo Chen.
“I advise you to listen carefully now. Hand over the prescription, and we can still negotiate. If you anger me and I crush you with a single slap, it would be a pity to waste all your hard-earned cultivation.” Zhang Fenghu glared at Luo Chen, cold light flashing in his eyes.
He was absolutely determined to get that prescription.
“Young man, do you know who these people standing before you actually are?” another powerful figure suddenly spoke up.
“Acting like this will only bring great disaster upon yourself!”
“Does it matter who you are?” Luo Chen remained utterly dismissive.
Despite their grand and righteous words, they simply wanted to steal the prescription. Yet, fearing public ridicule, they had been chattering away for ages without daring to make a direct move. This made Luo Chen feel that these so-called regional titans were actually worse than street thugs.
“The man who just spoke to you is Zhang Fenghu, a renowned Grandmaster from Western Sichuan!”
“He has deep ties to Mount Emei and boasts numerous disciples.”
“Lu Qitian, young master of the Lu family, and the number one prodigy of the younger generation in this era!”
“Hah, what a bold claim. The number one prodigy of the younger generation?” Luo Chen sneered.
“You had better tone it down. Offending our Lu family means you will die today, no matter who you are or who backs you!” Lu Qitian flew into a rage at once upon hearing Luo Chen’s mockery.
“You may not have heard of the Vajra Gate, but it is also not a force you can afford to provoke.”
“Stop it. I do not want to hear the introductions. The prescription is right here with me, but I simply refuse to give it to you. What are you going to do about it?” Luo Chen waved his hand impatiently.
“You are simply refusing a polite offer only to face harsh consequences!”
“It seems I must teach you a lesson before you understand the gravity of the situation!” Lu Qitian stood up directly again.
He was considered the top prodigy of the younger generation. Even if the title was self-proclaimed by the Lu family, he would not tolerate mockery from anyone.
“Let me advise you of one thing. If you intend to rob me today, you will pay the price!” Luo Chen likewise gave a cold laugh, then spoke in a chilling tone.