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

Bang bang bang!

The three landed almost simultaneously, their impact causing the bluestone slab to tremble three times.

They lay on the ground, panting heavily, with blood and foam still hanging from the corners of their mouths.

All six eyes were filled with the same horror.

Grandmaster realm—they are all Grandmaster realm experts!

He served as a retainer in the Luo family for over a decade, resolving countless troubles and fighting numerous tough battles for them.

Three against one, in theory even if they didn't win, they shouldn't have lost so badly.

But just a moment ago, Luo Chen casually flicked his hand, and the palm strikes of the three men shattered.

Like swatting a fly, no, even easier than swatting a fly.

Isn't he a good-for-nothing?

Back in the Luo family, Luo Chen was bullied like a dog by his own brothers and didn't even dare to fight back. When did he become so strong?

What the hell is going on?

Luo Ming slumped in his chair and saw everything clearly.

Just moments ago he was indignant and crying out in pain, but now his face was filled with panic and fear, his lips trembling and his teeth chattering.

His three grandmaster-level guest advisors, whom he was so proud of, were blasted away by Luo Chen in a single encounter.

They were lying on the ground, vomiting blood, and couldn't even get up.

He looked at Luo Chen with trembling eyes, his gaze filled with terror.

"You, you—you dared to break my leg and injure my guest! When Grandpa finds out, he won't let you off!"

He tried hard to make his voice sound more powerful, but the words just came out and sounded off.

Luo Chen looked down at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah?"

He made a gesture as if to grab downwards again, and Luo Ming's pupils contracted sharply.

"Ah—no! No! Luo Chen! Stop!"

He tried desperately to shrink back, but his leg was broken and he couldn't move.

"I...I'll never order your servants around again! I was wrong! Is that alright?"

His voice was choked with sobs, and his face was covered in snot and tears.

Although he knew his leg was already broken beyond repair, he was still worried about being caught by Luo Chen again.

Just thinking about that kind of pain made his heart clench; he estimated he would die from the agony.

Luo Chen sneered and withdrew his hand, straightened up, and looked down at Luo Ming, who was slumped in the chair, trembling uncontrollably.

"With such limited skills, you dare to act tough on my turf?"

Luo Ming stared at Luo Chen in agony, his heart churning with indescribable fear and regret.

How could he have imagined that Luo Chen would be so arrogant? So crazy? So reckless?

He's his own cousin.

Although they weren't born of the same father, they were still born of the same grandfather and shared the same blood.

He said he'd do it, and he did it without even blinking.

Is this really the same coward who didn't dare utter a sound in the Luo family back then?

That guy is a fucking lunatic.

"I've received the message. You can get lost now. Whether you come back or not depends on my mood."

After Luo Chen finished speaking, he turned around and didn't even bother to look at him again.

Luo Mingru was granted a general amnesty.

He shouted at the three retainers lying on the ground, his voice trembling with tears, urgent and panicked.

"My esteemed guests! Quickly, quickly, take me away from here!"

He didn't want to stay in this place for another second.

The lobby, the chair, the man standing in front of him—all of it made him feel suffocated.

He wished he could grow wings and fly straight out of the yard.

Fearing that if he lingered even a moment longer, Luo Chen might remember something else and cripple his third leg as well.

The three guest retainers, enduring their internal injuries, got up from the ground. Their faces were ashen, and they were staggering as they walked.

They helped each other to Luo Ming's side, and when they saw his bloodied legs, they all gasped in shock.

"What are you all standing there for? Take me away! I don't want to stay here for another second! Hurry up!"

Seeing that they were standing still, Luo Ming became so anxious that he cried and shouted, his voice cracking uncontrollably.

One of the retainers clutched his chest, his face as white as a corpse, and spoke, panting heavily.

"My internal injuries are severe, and I'm afraid I can't carry the young master. You two, if you feel better, quickly carry the young master to the carriage."

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the other two retainers were even more unpleasant than if they were crying.

Who the hell isn't seriously injured?

They are still able to stand up, only by sheer willpower.

Everyone was using their inner energy to suppress the tremors within their bodies, feeling as if their internal organs had been smashed by a hammer.

If you take even the slightest breath of relief, your internal organs will spew out of your mouth.

"Me too, I can't either."

One of them took a step back and barely managed to stand by holding onto the wall. "I can barely stand, let alone carry someone."

After saying that, he coughed violently twice, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Finally, the man gritted his teeth and said, "Then, I'll do it."

He crouched down and carried Luo Ming on his back.

As soon as he stood up, his face flushed red, as if something was pushing up from his chest.

puff--

A mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, spraying all over the person in front of him.

He swayed twice, then fell straight forward, landing on the ground with a thud, unconscious.

Luo Ming was thrown off his back, his legs landing first, his shattered kneecaps slamming hard against the bluestone slab.

"ah--!"

He let out a bloodcurdling scream, his face contorted in agony.

The veins on his neck bulged, and tears and saliva gushed out together.

He curled up on the ground, his whole body convulsing.

The three guest advisors could hardly bear to look at Luo Ming's miserable state.

The once arrogant young master of the Luo family is now lying on the ground, not even recognizable as a human being.

One of them, mustering his courage, turned tremblingly towards Luo Chen.

He bent over, clasped his hands together and raised them above his head, his voice trembling violently.

"Young Master Chen—could you please have someone help me get Young Master Ming onto the carriage?"

His face flushed as soon as he said those words.

When they arrived, the three guest retainers all stood tall and proud, their eyes filled with a sense of superiority.

The Luo family is a prominent and influential family in Baiqing City.

As guests of the Luo family, they were looked up to wherever they went.

To them, delivering a message to this desolate little town is just a formality.

A son who was abandoned after marrying into the family, wouldn't he have to serve the Luo family members with utmost respect when they came?

But at this moment, the three of them lay on the ground, unable to control the surging blood pressure in their chests.

The way they looked at Luo Chen completely changed; there was no longer any contempt, only fear.

Even now, Luo Chen remains an orphan who is not valued by the Luo family.

But his strength, and his ruthlessness in taking action without batting an eye, are no longer what they used to be.

He crushed Luo Ming's kneecap and with a casual wave of his hand, sent three grandmasters flying backward, coughing up blood.

This tactic is meant to intimidate them.

Luo Chen glanced at them and spoke calmly.

"The people in my household are only fit to serve me. If he wants to get into the carriage, either you carry him or he can crawl over by himself."

The servant, huddled against the wall, felt a lump in his throat and his eyes immediately welled up with tears.

They used to work for the Zhu family, so it didn't matter who they served.

The Zhu family father and son told them to kneel, so they dared not stand.

But now that they've followed Luo Chen, the family head may not say it, but he treats them like human beings.

They never dared to imagine what it would be like to be treated as a "human being" before.

Luo Ming was in so much pain that he grimaced, cold sweat dripped down his temples, his legs were limp on the ground, and his voice was trembling with sobs.

"Luo Chen, I'm your cousin! How could you be so cruel to me?"

His tone was tinged with grievance, anger, and resentment.

He had been domineering in the Luo family for so many years, and bullying Luo Chen had become a habit.

I never imagined that one day I would be trampled underfoot by Luo Chen.

He still doesn't understand how that good-for-nothing from back then became like this.

Luo Chen looked down at him, his gaze completely unwavering.

"Have you forgotten how you treated me before?"

One sentence pierced Luo Ming's mind like a needle.

Luo Chen continued, "If it weren't for this relationship, do you think you only lost two legs?"

His gaze swept across Luo Ming's face, and his eyes were so cold that Luo Ming shivered.

"This injury will heal in six months. I hope this teaches you a lesson: if you dare to disrespect me again, I will kill you."

He spoke the last four words casually.