Pill Saint, Weapon Emperor, Array God, Unparalleled in the World

Ding Buqun threw his head back and laughed loudly, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

"Hahaha! Arrogant! Just the three of you? Don't you even know the situation? Who gave you the right to be so cocky? Do you really think our Ding family is made of clay? Humph!"

Luo Chen's lips curled slightly.

"There's a reason for your arrogance, as for your Ding family..."

He paused for a moment.

"Of course it's not made of clay."

The Ding family members who were gathered around all pricked up their ears, waiting to hear what this person had to say next.

Luo Chen tilted his head and added slowly.

"It's made of poop."

Liu Feng and Wang Tie almost couldn't hold back their laughter.

The two men clenched their back teeth tightly, their shoulders heaving.

The head of the family is truly a talented individual! But he's also quite amusing.

What time is it, still spouting golden quotes?

Ding Buqun and his family members were stunned at first, then they all exploded.

"What the hell did you say?!"

"How dare you insult the Ding family!"

"court death!"

Ding Buqun's face turned purple, he pointed his finger at Luo Chen, and his voice changed.

"Fine! Fine! You're dead today!"

He suddenly waved his hand.

"Kill him!"

The moment he finished speaking, Ding Buqun's inner energy exploded, and the pressure of a Grandmaster Level 1 descended like an iron plate.

The dozen or so grandmasters surrounding them moved at the same time.

Swords and blades were drawn simultaneously, fists and feet flew, and more than a dozen bursts of energy slammed towards Luo Chen and his companions from all directions.

The moves were ruthless, leaving no room for error.

Liu Feng and Wang Tie drew their swords and tried to push forward.

But in a flash, Luo Chen was gone.

His dark sword had been drawn at some point, and he sprang up, becoming a streak of smoke as he weaved and flashed through the crowd.

The sword flashed.

Puff puff puff puff—

A series of muffled thuds sounded like raindrops hitting the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Chen had stood still again, the ink sword retracted to his side, blood dripping from its tip.

The dozen or so grandmasters stood there, each clutching their necks, their eyes wide open as if about to burst, gurgling sounds coming from their throats.

dong dong dong-

One after another, like felled wooden stakes, they all fell down.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground, blood seeping from between their fingers, flowing down the cracks in the blue bricks in streaks of red.

The whole street was deathly quiet.

Liu Feng and Wang Tie stood there, knives in hand, mouths agape, as if nailed to the spot.

Just moments ago, they were thinking about how desperately they could block as many blows as possible for the patriarch, but before they could even react, they were all lying on the ground.

Wang Tie grunted, but couldn't utter a single coherent word.

The servants of the Ding family on the steps were so trembling that they could barely stand.

Some people dropped their knives to the ground with a clang, while others stumbled back a dozen steps and crashed into the wall, their faces filled with horror.

Ding Buqun stared at the corpses scattered on the ground, his eyes so red they looked like they were about to spit fire.

"You thief, how dare you!"

He roared, drew his broadsword from his waist, and the blade, accompanied by a fierce wind, slashed straight at Luo Chen's head.

"Deadly Gale Slash!"

That slash was terrifying in its power; the wind generated by the blade's energy sent several bricks flying from both sides.

In the entire city of Luosha, there are only a handful of people who could withstand this blow.

Ding Buqun felt a surge of hatred and ruthlessness; with this strike, Luo Chen would surely die.

Luo Chen glanced at the descending blade of light and met it with his black sword.

boom!

The ink sword and the broadsword collided, producing a loud clang.

The silver knife shattered on the spot, and Ding Buqun was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

Bang! It flew several meters before crashing to the ground, then slid a long way before coming to a stop.

He struggled to stand up, his chest heaving, another mouthful of bloody foam gushing from his mouth, his knees buckling, and he knelt back down.

"Master of the family—!"

Several Ding family disciples cried out, but none of them dared to step forward.

That scene was terrifying.

The patriarch, a Grandmaster Level 1, unleashed a full-force strike, only to be cleaved away by the opponent's sword, along with his blade.

How can we fight like this?

Ding Wei leaned against the doorway, watching this scene, his whole body trembling violently.

He endured the excruciating pain of his severed arm and tried to rush forward, roaring with red eyes.

"Luo Chen! You're so cruel!"

Two guards beside him held him tightly.

"Third Master! You can't go! Even the patriarch is no match for him, you're just throwing your life away!"

Ding Wei was held back and unable to move, his chest heaving violently, his eyes fixed on Luo Chen, his teeth almost grinding to powder.

Luo Chen sheathed his sword, glanced at him, and spoke indifferently.

"Me, ruthless?"

He strode toward Ding Buqun, his steps not faltering as he passed the corpses.

"You can only blame yourselves for being too confident and blind to your abilities. If I didn't have some power, I would have ruthlessly defeated you; the three of us lying here today would be the ones."

He stopped in front of Ding Buqun and looked down at the person kneeling on the ground.

Ding Buqun raised his head, the blood at the corner of his mouth still wet, his eyes filled with hatred and resentment, but deep in his eyes there was also fear.

He never expected that this person, whom the Zhu family had regarded as a good-for-nothing for five years, would be so powerful.

He took that sword strike just now, but only he knew that Luo Chen hadn't used his full strength at all.

If he used all his strength, it wouldn't just be the knife that would break; his own bones would also shatter.

Ding Buqun closed his eyes briefly, and the fierce energy in his chest dissipated completely.

That kid is right. If he were stronger, he would have been even more ruthless.

If you're not as skilled as others, you have to accept it no matter how unwilling you are.

He let out a long breath, his voice terribly hoarse.

"Fine! I admit I'm outmatched. But you killed over a dozen of my men and injured me and my third brother. Isn't that enough to even things out?"

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Even?"

He looked down at Ding Buqun, his face expressionless.

"Killing you and hurting you were your own doing. I haven't even taken your fee yet, and you think you can call it even?"

The entire Ding family was stunned when the words "transfer fee" were uttered.

Liu Feng and Wang Tie, standing behind, exchanged a knowing glance, trying hard to suppress their laughter.

Ding Buqun's lips twitched several times, and his chest felt tight.

So what exactly do you want?

Luo Chen crossed his arms and looked down at him.

"You stole my spirit stones, it's not enough to just return them; you also have to compensate me."

Ding Buqun suddenly raised his head, his face full of disbelief.

"Do I have to pay compensation even after a refund?"

The rest of the Ding family were also completely dumbfounded.

One of the tribesmen couldn't help but blurt out, "How can there be such a shameless person in the world?!"

Luo Chen turned his head and glanced at the man, then smiled.

"Shameless? When you were stealing from me, didn't you feel ashamed?"

The man was so choked up that his face turned red, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Ding Buqun knelt on the ground, staring at Luo Chen, his teeth grinding together.

In all his years of life, he has only ever been the one bullying others, his Ding family. When has he ever been forced into this situation?

But now he dares not move.

The dozen or so corpses on the ground were still bleeding, and fragments of his broadsword were scattered at the base of the wall.

Ding Buqun took a deep breath and squeezed out the sound through his teeth.

"How much...are you going to pay in compensation?"

Luo Chen didn't answer immediately, but looked down at Ding Buqun with a faint gaze.

"That depends on the sincerity of your Ding family."

Ding Buqun felt a tightness in his chest and almost spat out another mouthful of blood.

He cursed inwardly, but couldn't utter a single harsh word.

The members of the Ding family stared wide-eyed, clenching their fists, but none of them moved.

The blood on the ground hadn't even dried yet, and there were more than a dozen corpses laid out in front of them. Who would dare to do that?

Everyone's waiting to see how many spirit stones the patriarch will have to pay in compensation.