Chapter 1294: Chapter 1294

Ma Gangqiang let out a scream, his body flew into the air and then fell to his knees on the ground with a thud.

A crisp sound echoed as Ma Gangqiang’s knees hit the floor, shattering them completely. "Ah, my legs, my legs!"

Ma Benyue’s face changed drastically as he rushed toward Ma Gangqiang.

Everyone was dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events.

"Bastard, how dare you hurt my son."

Ma Benyue roared in anger, summoning a layer of Gang Qi, and dashed towards the man in black who had kicked Ma Gangqiang away.

"Overestimating yourself."

The man in black coldly lifted his foot again...

Having reached the level of a One-star Martial Master, Ma Benyue’s body was sent flying, then like Ma Gangqiang, fell to his knees, smashing two blood-red pits into the ground, with his knees shattered even more thoroughly.

Everyone gasped in shock.

Ma Benyue was a powerful martial master, yet this man in black had taken down a One-star Martial Master in an instant. What kind of power was this?

Zhou Xianren realized Zhou Dafu had come with ill intentions, and his face darkened as he stared at the man in black.

"Xin Batian, son of Xin Badao from the Poison Sect."

Xin Batian dusted off his clothes, coldly gazing at the people in front of him.

The three people pushing wheelchairs were Zhou Jian in the middle, flanked by Xin Badao and Chu Batian.

Now that Xin Badao and Chu Batian had drastically changed their appearance and kept a low profile after their makeover, none of the people present recognized them.

"People from the Poison Sect?"

Zhou Xianren’s face changed, knowing the Poison Sect were forces under Tang Ming. Unexpectedly, after Tang Ming’s death, these people would still stand up for Zhou Dafu. This was trouble.

"You bastards are celebrating too soon."

Zhou Dafu coldly snorted, looking murderously at Zhou Xianren and the others, sneering, "Even though Brother Ming is no longer here, his loyal men are. Who gave you the courage to act recklessly?"

Upon hearing this, someone immediately snapped back to reality. Although Tang Ming was gone, he had left behind many skilled men. Especially the Poison Sect, which was a Martial Arts Sect, whose strength far surpassed that of the Zhou Family.

"Hahaha, so they’re friends of the Poison Sect."

As Zhou Xianyi was at a loss, Li Wenmao stepped forward to greet them, "I am Li Wenmao of the Li Family, I..."

"Your sister Li Wenxuan is a good person, but you are a despicable person, so you have no place to speak here."

Zhou Dafu impatiently interrupted Li Wenmao.

"You, you are too presumptuous."

Li Wenmao’s face turned unpleasant. He had intended to communicate with the experts of the Poison Sect but was rebuffed by Zhou Dafu, whom he considered useless.

"The audacious one is you. What qualifications do you have to be noisy here?"

Zhou Dafu looked at Li Wenmao with disdain, "Does your Li Family have the strength to contend with the Poison Sect domestically?"

Li Wenmao was suddenly speechless. Although the Li Family was influential overseas, their domestic base and strength could not compare to the Poison Sect.

"Zhou Dafu, don’t be arrogant. I am now loyal to the Yang Family." Zhou Xianren immediately looked at the middle-aged man who had come with Yang Wei, shouting with clenched teeth, "Lord Yang Wu, please take action to deal with these trash."

Yang Wu slowly stood up, gradually releasing his aura, and looked murderously at Xin Badao, "I heard the Poison Sect’s Sect Master and Great Elder were both Seven-star Martial Masters, but unfortunately, they are dead now. The Poison Sect is leaderless, and a junior like you dares to act tough? Simply foolish."

As his words fell, Yang Wu unleashed his aura, revealing himself as a Six-star Martial Master.

"Hahaha, Lord Yang is a mighty Six-star Martial Master, whereas the former Sect Master of the Poison Sect was merely Five-star, you’re doomed."

Zhou Xianren laughed proudly.

"A Six-star Martial Master!"

Xin Badao’s expression turned strange. Before, he and Xin Badao had already been Seven-star Martial Masters, and after their body’s mutation, they could even face an Eight-star Martial Master. They were truly "terrified" of a Six-star Martial Master.

"If you don’t want to die, get out of the way."

Yang Wu arrogantly glanced at Xin Badao, then looked murderously at Zhou Dafu, "I spared your life before, thinking you were a waste, but I didn’t expect you’d still have the nerve to cause trouble. Since that’s the case, I won’t let you go today."

"Your opponent is me. After you defeat me, then you can brag, okay?"

Xin Badao picked at his ear, looking at Yang Wu with contempt.

"Very well, since you seek death, I shall grant it."

Yang Wu squinted his eyes, a murderous gleam flashing within, summoning his Six-star Martial Master’s Gang Qi, charging ferociously at Xin Badao.

Xin Badao disdainfully curled his lip, stomped heavily on the ground, and his body vanished from the spot.

Yang Wu’s face changed drastically, not expecting this young man to have such strength.

Zhou Xianren shouted in terror.

Yang Wu quickly looked up, suddenly feeling a heavy weight on his shoulders, forcing his body downward as if Mount Tai were pressing upon him.

Xin Badao coldly commanded, stepping forcefully onto Yang Wu’s shoulders.

Yang Wu was immediately forced to his knees, his knees smashing through the floor, his Gang Qi dissipating, and his legs being driven deeply into the ground, more deeply than the Ma Family father and son.

Yang Wu spat out a mouthful of blood, propping himself up with his hands on the floor, exclaiming in shock, "How can this be, you’re a High-Level Martial Master?"

"Now do you understand what it means to be overconfident?"

Xin Badao returned to Zhou Dafu’s side, looking at Yang Wu with scorn, "A mere Six-star Martial Master dares be arrogant before me, truly, who gave you such courage?"

Yang Wu’s face flushed, wanting to stand up, but his legs had lost sensation. He never dreamed that apart from Xin Badao and Chu Batian, the Poison Sect had another expert of such caliber.

With his Six-star Martial Master cultivation, he could not gauge the opponent’s strength, meaning the opponent was at least a level higher, possibly a Seven-star Martial Master?

The guests present, seeing the Yang Family’s Six-star Martial Master kneeling, were all stunned, especially Zhou Xianren and his son, whose faces turned pale and dumbfounded.

"Zhou Xianren, is this your support?"

Zhou Dafu took a step forward, disdainfully looking at the kneeling Ma Family father and son and Yang Wu, "You fools think you can do whatever you like now that Brother Ming is dead. Today, I will show you that traitors should kneel."

Yang Wu felt ashamed and furious, yet helpless.

Ma Benyue was full of regret; knowing it would turn out this way, the Ma Family shouldn’t have stood so firmly. He then glanced at Li Xiangui and Li Libai in the crowd.