Boom!

The power of the punch was like a mountain, vast and boundless, causing the entire Stone Hall to reverberate with violent buzzing sounds.

This was a Martial Dao imprint, not a dedicated force for attack, so it didn’t break through the Witch Talisman Spirit Ban set up inside and outside the Stone Hall.

As for why the guy who just went on stage was blown to pieces, it was because he had to die.

In the Stone Hall, everything seemed to come to a standstill.

Everyone was looking at that towering figure and the punch mark that suppressed heaven and earth.

"Marquis Yongshan!"

"The Marquis’ Strongest Fist Technique!"

Finally, a voice roared out from among the crowd.

A figure soared up like a large bird, rushing towards the suspended bronze artifact.

However, the sudden outburst of this figure also awakened other Martial Artists.

As the largest market at the junction of the three lands, every Exchange Conference attracts elders from various divisions and strong warriors among the rangers.

It can be said that more than half of those present were Celestial Vein Eighth or Ninth Layer Martial Artists.

As for Divine Treasure, there were none; only during each large-scale Exchange Conference would Divine Treasure Martial Artists from various divisions arrive.

Boom!

At this moment, a burst of firelight directly rushed toward the first figure that had leaped up like a large bird.

Then, this bird that stuck its head out was blasted away, hitting the Stone Hall’s wall, setting off ripples of black light.

"The Marquis’ inheritance belongs to our Thousand Mountains Bo Division!"

"Nonsense, what is the Thousand Mountains Bo Division worth? This should belong to our Golden Sun Bo Division."

Rumbles!

Waves of blood energy erupted, and roars rose one after another, with the fluctuations of exchanges continuously striking the rune spirit ban.

"Everyone, stop!"

The middle-aged Martial Artist in a white robe, who was hosting the Exchange Conference, yelled continuously.

He was also very confused now; someone tell him why the Marquis’ inheritance suddenly appeared!

He was merely the host of the daily Exchange Conference, and now he was truly stunned.

If things go wrong, the entire Ruins Market City might collapse.

The Ten Thousand Spirits Ruins Market is located at the junction of the three lands and actually does not belong to any one Bo Division, but is controlled by three Divine Treasure Realm City Lords.

He has now sent a message to the City Lord.

He hoped the City Lord would arrive quickly.

In response to the white-robed Martial Artist’s exclamation, none of the figures in the field stopped, and the bronze artifact continued to fly through the air. Anyone who dared to approach it would be attacked by others.

"Since it appears at the Exchange Conference, let’s follow the rules; our Fiery Fire Bo Division is willing to offer a piece of treasure medicine!"

Seeing that no one could make a move, a roaring voice sounded.

"To hell with you, offering just a piece of treasure medicine for the Marquis’ inheritance, aren’t you afraid the Marquis will jump out and strangle you?"

"Fiery Fire Bo Division is worth shit!"

"Our division is willing to offer five pieces of treasure medicine!"

...

Just when the Martial Artists inside the hall were fiercely competing, a powerful aura swept down from above the Stone Hall.

The terrifying aura caused the walls and the roof around the Stone Hall to light up with brilliant Witch Rune Spirit Bans.

A figure burst through the stone door and directly suppressed everyone present in mid-air. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

...

In the northeastern part of the city, inside a Food Pavilion over a hundred meters high, Shen Can was leisurely eating a meal.

The wine brewed here was also good, with a bit more softness compared to that of Ji Land.

While chewing on a leg of Three-Colored Phoenix Pheasant, he looked up towards the main hall in the middle of the market.

Brilliant light from the Witch Talismans radiated from outside the main hall, and the booming sounds inside were like waves of thunder.

It’s just a group of Celestial Vein Martial Artists, creating such a commotion.

The reason for choosing to act at a small Exchange Conference was mainly to avoid detection.

Pretending to be powerful in front of Celestial Vein is always better than showing timidity in front of peers of the same level.

Besides, the Marquis Fist Technique cannot be fake; even Celestial Vein can stir up storms and let the Marquis fly for a while.

By now, the constant bustling noise had already prompted Martial Artists to look towards the Exchange Conference hall, all wondering if some treasure had emerged?

Not long after, Shen Can saw a figure rushing into the Exchange Conference hall through the air, and the commotion inside the hall was subsequently suppressed.

However, he was not in a hurry.

The one who rushed into the Exchange Conference hall should be the City Lord of this market, but even if a Tier Four Divine Treasure took out everyone in the hall, it would still be impossible to cover up this matter.

After all, establishing a City of Exchange at the intersection of three lands and being able to maneuver between the Bo Divisions, the City Lord of Ten Thousand Spirits is not a reckless person.

Not long after, the Exchange Conference hall’s doors reopened.

The Martial Artists inside the city saw streams of light directly cutting through the air, those with Flying Bird mounts riding them up into the sky.

Those without Flying Birds found their seat beasts and charged towards the city gate, barreling through.

Those without any beast simply sprinted across rooftops, dashing in all directions.

"What happened? It’s always until noon that the Exchange ends, and it just started, didn’t it?"

"Something major must have happened!"

The noise was chaotic inside the market, with everyone guessing what exactly had occurred.

Not long after, above the Exchange Conference, an aged figure appeared.

It was Li Wanyang, the Great City Lord of Ten Thousand Spirits Ruins Market!

"The Marquis Yongshan’s Strongest Fist Technique has emerged; I, the City Lord, wish to discuss the transmission of the fist technique with each division!"

"Before that, the three City Lords of our Ten Thousand Spirits Ruins Market will guard the fist technique’s inheritance in the city, and anyone may supervise us!"

The elderly figure spoke, yet his voice was loud as thunder, repeating three times, spreading throughout and outside the city.

What!

"The Marquis’ inheritance has appeared at the Exchange Conference!"

Throughout the city’s surroundings, numerous Martial Artists’ expressions changed drastically.

At this moment, in the entire Ruins Market City, all exchanges were unconsciously forgotten, and all discussions revolved around the Marquis’ Strongest Fist Technique inheritance.

The already chaotic noise became even more thunderous.