At first, the people watching the commotion laughed loudly. They felt that this brat was comical. When they thought of his usual arrogant attitude, they felt very carefree in their hearts.
However, when they saw Zhang Zeyang's miserable state, the smiles on their faces vanished. They all felt that this brat was suffering too much. Being taught a lesson to this extent was even worse than being killed.
Zhang Zeyang did not care what the others thought of him. He still tried to stand up with much difficulty. This time, he carefully placed his hands on the ground.
He placed his left foot on the ground and slowly stood up. His blood-covered face revealed an expression of hope. He slowly arched his back and stood up, one step at a time.
The manservant at the side quickly smiled and said, "Young Master, you succeeded!"
Zhang Zeyang laughed heartily, "Hahaha! Are you messing with me? Damn! If I find out who did this, I will make sure his entire clan dies. I wonder who has the final say in Mohe City now …"
"Pa!"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Zeyang's entire body was sent flying to the ground. This time, the force he used was so great and the sound was so loud that everyone in the restaurant could hear it clearly.
Everyone felt their hearts skip a beat. Many of them could not bear to watch any longer. They closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch. This brat was too miserable!
Entire clan killed?
Xiao Chen smiled coldly to himself. After not returning for four years, this group of people had really forgotten the lesson from back then.
Xiao Chen walked back to his table and put down the wine flask. Then, he tossed out an ingot of gold and jumped out of the window.
Of the cultivators present, the highest cultivation was only a peak Martial Grand Master. Xiao Chen was a half-step Martial Monarch. They could not even sense how he had attacked.
This was the difference between heaven and earth.
Four hours later, the manservant sat beside Zhang Zeyang in the hall of the restaurant. He advised bitterly, "Second Young Master, please get up. Everyone in the restaurant has left."
Zhang Zeyang buried his head on the ground. He was in so much pain that tears flowed down his face. He scolded angrily, "Scram! What do you know? Do you want to see this Second Young Master make a fool of himself? Even if you beat me to death, I will not get up. My face hurts. Do you know that? "
In a desolate street in Mohe City, Xiao Chen followed the route in his memory and slowly made his way to Mo Fan's smithy.
Mo Fan's smithy was the same as it was four years ago. It was still extremely simple and crude. A weather-beaten signboard was erected at the entrance, looking like it would fall down at any moment.
The doors were ajar. Xiao Chen stood there for a long time, thinking of the various scenes of the past. As he looked at the Lunar Shadow Saber in his hand, he felt many emotions.
Four years ago, he forged the Lunar Shadow Saber here. He spoke to a man from a thousand years ago and made a promise not to make her cry.
At that time, he didn't know that man's identity, and he didn't know how talented that man was.
Only after Xiao Chen thoroughly understood did he realize how heavy that promise was. This promise was equivalent to him receiving the sword of the Thunder King.
She was Ao Jiao, a proud Sword Spirit. Even the Thunder King couldn't guarantee her death with his strength. Could he, Xiao Chen, do it?
Xiao Chen's expression turned grave. He sighed softly, "Even the Thunder King could not guarantee the Mulberry Sword's death. Can I do it?"
"You don't have any confidence? Trashy Master. "
Startled, Xiao Chen said joyfully, "Ao Jiao, are you awake?"
Xiao Chen remembered Ao Jiao saying that if she woke up again, it would be after she had completely merged with the Sword Spirit.
Inside the Lunar Shadow Saber, Ao Jiao's lips curled up. She smiled softly, "When you were being intimate with her, I had already woken up. I even watched the battle for a long time."
Speechless, Xiao Chen said, "Should I thank you for not making a sound and disturbing me?"
Ao Jiao laughed loudly, "There is no need to thank me. I have always been very magnanimous. Don't just stand there, go in!"
Xiao Chen felt helpless. However, he could not do anything to Ao Jiao, so he could only push the door open and enter.
"This small shop is already closed. We are not doing business today!"
The small shop was filled with dust. Mo Fan limped as he retreated. His back faced Xiao Chen as he tidied up some weapons on the shelves.
Xiao Chen smiled softly, "Are you not doing business with me?"
Mo Fan's hands paused for a moment. He turned around and saw a youth in white robes with a saber hanging at his waist. The youth had a smile on his face as he looked at him calmly.
"Xiao Chen!" After a long time, Mo Fan exclaimed in pleasant surprise.
Compared to four years ago, Xiao Chen's appearance had undergone a huge change. This was especially so in terms of his temperament; it had undergone an earth-shattering change.
With one glance, an ordinary person would not be able to connect him to the Xiao Clan's Second Young Master from four years ago. When he entered Mohe City, many people did not recognize him. This was the best proof.
Mo Fan said ruefully, "It's really you. Your change is extraordinary. If not for this Lunar Shadow Saber, I would not have been able to recognize you."
Xiao Chen looked around the interior of the shop. There were weapons everywhere. He sighed, "It has been four years, but your shop has not changed much."
Mo Fan smiled, "How could my shop have changed? Let's talk inside, let's drink and chat."
"Wait a moment!"
Mo Fan asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Chen did not say anything. He stretched out his hand, and a sword flew out from the pile of weapons. The sword was 1.3 meters long and two fingers wide. It was as thin as a wing, but when it danced in the air, it did not make any sound.
"Listening to the Sword and Communicating With It!"
Xiao Chen shouted, and the thin sword suddenly trembled non-stop, giving off a melodious sword hum. "Weng! Weng!
Weng! "
In that instant, all the swords in the shop buzzed in unison. The boundless sword hum was linked together, and even the house seemed to tremble.
"Alright, we can go in now."
Xiao Chen smiled faintly and stopped. All the sword hum stopped in that instant, and everything returned to normal.
Mo Fan was flabbergasted. He did not know why Xiao Chen suddenly did this.
Ao Jiao, who was in the Lunar Shadow Saber, clenched her fist and said unhappily, "This fellow is really vengeful. Unexpectedly, he did not forget my words even after four years."
Mohe City, at the restaurant where Zhang Zeyang and Xiao Ling`er clashed, the Zhang Clan's Clan Head, Zhang Yan, rushed over with the elites of his clan.
There was a crack in the ground, as well as Zhang Zeyang, who was crawling on the ground, refusing to get up. There were also five men lying on the ground, unable to get up.
Zhang Yan, who was at the door, had an incredibly sullen expression. He called the manservant over and said in a sullen voice, "Tell me everything that happened in detail."
Unexpectedly, five Martial Grand Masters died. A Martial Grand Master was already the elite combat force of Mohe City. Now that five of them died in one go, Zhang Yan could not help but be in a bad mood.
The manservant nervously recounted everything that happened. When he saw Zhang Yan going over to pull Zhang Zeyang up, he said anxiously, "Master, don't go over and talk to him. Young Master's emotions are not right."
Zhang Yan glanced at him and did not care. He thought to himself, I am his old man. What is wrong with calling him up?
"Scram! Idiot! Did you not hear what I said? This old man's face hurts. I don't want to get up. No matter who calls me now, this old man will not get up. "When Zhang Zeyang heard footsteps, he immediately shouted loudly.
Zhang Yan's expression changed as he sent out a kick. Zhang Zeyang's entire body was sent flying with a loud bang.
When Zhang Zeyang saw that it was Zhang Yan, he quickly got up. However, as he was halfway up, he seemed to think of something terrifying, so he quickly lay back down.
"Father, I really cannot get up now. Don't bother about me. Let me lie here for the night first. I will feel uncomfortable if I don't lie here," Zhang Zeyang said with a sullen expression.
Zhang Yan scolded angrily, "Trash! Bring him back. Bring the corpses of these five people back for the Lord Envoy to examine."
"There is no need. I am already here."
At some point in time, a young black-clad cultivator descended from the roof of the hall.
Many ancient patterns were embroidered on his black robes, making him look dignified and mysterious.
When Zhang Yan saw this person, he quickly said respectfully, "Greetings, Lord Envoy."
The black-clad man ignored Zhang Yan's attitude and started to examine the corpses of the five people. He flipped over one of the corpses and discovered a bloody hole in the forehead of that person. This was the cause of death.
The black-clad man opened his hand and sucked. That person's head started swaying left and right as if something was stuck inside.
"Xiu!"
A tiny fragment flew out of the bloody hole. With a cracking sound, the fragment flew out.
The surging power spread out, and the corpse's head exploded with a bang, directly grinding into powder.
The surrounding Zhang Clan cultivators, including Zhang Yan, were all startled. Their complexions turned pale. Even a remnant energy could be so powerful. How strong was the person who did it?
The masked man looked at the shard in his hand and said in shock, "This is a shard of a Medial Grade Spirit Stone. The person who made this is really generous."
Zhang Yan asked carefully, "Lord Envoy, how strong is this person?"
The black-clad man said indifferently, "About Medial Grade Martial King. Don't bother about this. I'll deal with it. Call all the workers in the shop over. That person must have been here before. We will be able to make a judgment after questioning him."
Medial Grade Martial King! Zhang Yan's chest tightened. The Xiao Clan's Clan Head was only an Inferior Grade Martial King. If this person was a Medial Grade Martial King, killing him would be easy.
Fortunately, the Lord Envoy had spoken. Medial Grade Martial King would not be a problem.
--- In the backyard of the smithy, Mo Fan drank a mouthful of wine. After he heard Xiao Chen's question, he sighed and said, "Back then, you wrote me a letter asking me to help you take care of the Xiao Clan. I have always remembered it. However, I cannot help you this time."
Xiao Chen felt excited. Indeed, there was more to this. In the morning, he had heard from the waiter that the Xiao Clan's Clan Head and First Elder were severely injured.
Xiao Chen had already guessed that there was more to this. Hence, he was not in a rush to meet with Xiao Ling`er and First Elder. He planned to hide his identity first.
Four years ago, Xiao Xiong was already a peak Martial Saint. Now that four years had passed, given Xiao Xiong's strength, he would definitely be a Martial King. The person who could injure him was definitely a high-ranked Martial King.
If the Zhang Clan spent some of their savings to hire an Inferior Grade Martial King, it might be possible. However, if they wanted to hire a high-ranked Martial King, the Zhang Clan would not be able to afford it.
If they could afford it, the Zhang Clan would have conquered Mohe City long ago. There would be no need to wait for the Promise of Ten Years.
Mo Fan continued, "Two years ago, a sect called the Heavenly Saint Cult came to Qizi County. It is very powerful, and your father was injured by the people of their sect's emissary. The Zhang Clan is also a puppet supported by the Heavenly Saint Cult."
Xiao Chen took a sip of wine and frowned, "Sacred Heavenly Church? Where did they come from? I have never heard of them."
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