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

Luo Chen stepped over the threshold.

The sight in the lobby made him squint slightly.

A well-dressed young man was lying with his eyes closed on his rosewood armchair.

Wearing a brocade robe and jade belt, with two thumb-sized pearls inlaid on his boots, he looked quite presentable.

He stretched out his legs and placed them on the back of a kneeling servant of the Luo family, using the man as a footstool.

A maidservant was kneeling on either side of his legs, carefully massaging them.

The person in the chair was Luo Ming.

He had his eyes closed, a blissful smile on his lips, completely unaware that someone was standing at the door.

Behind him stood three grandmaster-level retainers dressed in tight-fitting clothes, arms crossed, expressionless, clearly accustomed to such scenes.

Luo Chen slowly walked in.

"Who gave you the right to order my people around like this?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a knife.

Luo Ming opened his eyes.

He tilted his head, glanced at Luo Chen sideways, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, isn't this Uncle's son, Chen?"

"I must say, the way he's speaking now really does have the air of someone in charge."

He glanced at the servants kneeling beside him and smiled again.

"But you're being too stingy. I came all this way, my legs are numb. Let them massage my legs to relieve my fatigue, and I can chat with them while I'm at it. They know what kind of life you had in my Luo family before, and when they find out that it wasn't much better than theirs, they even feel a little sorry for you."

The servants lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to utter a sound.

They did hear a lot from Luo Ming about the past of the family head.

What happened? Not getting enough to eat at the Luo family home, being treated like dogs by their own clansmen, being treated worse than a servant...

They dared not respond or argue, and could only lower their heads and pretend they hadn't heard.

Luo Chen's face remained expressionless.

He looked at Luo Ming and spoke calmly.

"Speak, what is the purpose of your visit here?"

Luo Ming leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and gave a wicked laugh.

"It's nothing major, it's just that Brother Luo Tian is getting married next month, and Grandpa asked me to tell you."

"Although you married into the Zhu family, you still bear the surname Luo. As your cousin, you should prepare a gift and go to congratulate your elder brother on his wedding."

At this point, he glanced around at the furnishings in the lobby.

"However, Grandpa would never have imagined that your marriage into the Zhu family was a pretense, your real intention was to seize their property."

He turned his head and stared at Luo Chen, the playfulness in his eyes turning into greed.

"Tsk tsk, I really didn't expect that the people we bullied back then, who didn't even dare to fart, would have such methods. I admire them, I admire them."

Luo Chen narrowed his eyes.

It turned out that Luo Ming had only come to deliver the news of Luo Tian's wedding, and nothing more.

The Luo family didn't care how he was doing, didn't ask if he needed help, and didn't even ask him "Are you okay?"

Back then, Luo Chen was indeed bullied to the point that he didn't dare to utter a sound.

Because he had no backing, resources, or power in the Luo family.

Anyone could kick him, but things are different now.

"I have many more methods that will surprise you."

Luo Chen's lips curled slightly. "You'll be even more surprised in a moment."

He strode towards Luo Ming.

Seeing Luo Chen approach, Luo Ming raised an eyebrow.

The three Grandmaster-level guest advisors behind him were no pushovers.

The three of them took a half step forward in unison, their shoulders slightly lowered, and all six eyes were fixed on Luo Chen, ready to make a move.

Luo Chen glanced at the servants who were still kneeling on the ground.

"All of you, get out of here."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

Several servants trembled and were about to get up when Luo Ming suddenly slammed his hand on the armrest of the chair.

"I haven't had enough fun yet! You're not allowed to go anywhere!"

His legs were still dangling in mid-air, and he pointed his toes at one of the maids. "You, keep massaging. You, lie down properly. My feet haven't even warmed up yet."

The servants stood frozen in place, looking at Luo Ming and then at Luo Chen, unsure of whose advice to take.

Luo Chen's voice turned colder.

"Don't forget, you are from the Luo family."

His gaze suddenly darkened. "Get out of here, all of you!"

The servants shuddered and, without further hesitation, quickly got up and left.

They knew the nature of this patriarch.

They seem easygoing most of the time, but once they get angry, they become ruthless and unforgiving.

Who does Luo Ming think he is? How dare he put on airs in front of the head of the family?

Luo Ming's face immediately darkened.

"Luo Chen! What do you mean by this?"

"I walked over 500 li to deliver your message! What's wrong with having your lowly servants massage my legs?"

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow, a half-smile curving his lips.

"You're so precious, how could they possibly be worthy of you?"

He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold.

"Let me give you a massage myself."

Luo Ming was stunned. Before he could figure out what those words meant, Luo Chen had already bent down.

He stretched out his hands and placed them on his knees.

Then--

Click! Click!

Two crisp sounds exploded simultaneously, clear and crisp, without any hesitation.

"ah--!"

Luo Ming's screams ripped through the entire hall.

His face was as white as paper, and large beads of cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

His two knees collapsed at an absolutely impossible angle.

"Luo Chen—how dare you!"

Luo Ming's voice changed, and tears and snot gushed out together.

The eyes of the three grandmaster-level guest advisors widened instantly.

Although they had taken precautions, they never expected this.

Luo Chen acted so quickly! So ruthlessly!

One second he was saying something indifferent, the next second he crushed Luo Ming's kneecap without any transition.

These aren't relatives, they're fucking enemies!

"stop!"

"presumptuous!"

"court death!"

The three attacked simultaneously amidst their angry shouts.

Three palm strikes came from three directions towards Luo Chen, the palm winds howling and the true energy surging.

When the three work together, their power doubles.

They thought this attack would at least force Luo Chen to retreat.

boom!

Luo Chen didn't even turn his head, but simply raised his hand and casually flicked his wide sleeves.

A surge of powerful energy erupted from his palm, colliding head-on with the three palm strikes.

Bang bang bang!

The three palm strikes were like paper before that powerful energy, instantly shattered.

The fragments of true energy exploded in the air, spreading outwards in concentric ripples.

The force of the impact had not yet dissipated when it struck the chests of the three retainers solidly.

puff!puff!puff!

The three of them were sent flying backward, their mouths spitting out blood that drew three crimson arcs in the air.

His body tumbled and crashed into various parts of the lobby like a kite with a broken string.

"Dare to lay a hand on my Luo residence again, and you will die!"

Before they even landed, Luo Chen's icy voice rang out.

The sound was like an icicle piercing everyone's ears.

The three guest ministers in the air all shivered in unison.

It was a fear that came from the very core of one's being.

They could tell that the person saying this wasn't threatening; he was simply stating a fact.