"Who are you? Why have you forced your way into the Chen Family's estate!"
An imperious voice rang out as a middle-aged man strode forth with the bearing of a dragon and the gait of a tiger. He completely ignored the corpses littering the ground, at least until someone whispered in his ear.
The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed, and his formless aura instantly enveloped Ning Xuan.
Ning Xuan spoke with a calm expression, "I heard you acquired a Cultivation Technique and a Martial Skill. I've come to take a look."
"How brazen! You're the first to dare covet them! Who do you think you are to desire the treasures of the Martial God Temple?!" The middle-aged man's face was a mask of arrogance.
Ning Xuan's voice was full of anticipation. "I hope they are truly from the Martial God Temple. Otherwise, I will be sorely disappointed."
