Beautiful CEO’s Top Martial Expert

The ancestor of the Qing Family performed the Azure Dragon Transformation, and such a powerful strike was defeated by the opponent with a single move.

This made him somewhat difficult to believe, as both are Titular Dominators, but the gap is so large.

"How can you be this strong?"

The ancestor of the Qing Family looked at Han Qianluo with disbelief in his eyes.

"In my peak time, people like you were countless!"

Han Qianluo said disdainfully, although his current strength is only at the Ninth Layer of the Dominant Realm.

But his understanding of laws and mastery of Dominance Force is at the Half-Step Reincarnation Realm.

So his current strength makes dealing with Dominant Realm experts no difficulty at all.

"So, are you going to hand over the Dragon Scale now?"

Xiao Yifeng smiled playfully at Qing Tianlong, whose expression turned exceedingly sour.

"Give it to him!"

Just then, a voice like a twilight bell suddenly sounded within the Qing Family.

This voice echoed in everyone’s ears, making their hearts tremble.

Upon hearing this voice, Xiao Yifeng also frowned, realizing there’s still a strong figure within the Qing Family.

As for Qing Aotian and the ancestor of the Qing Family, their expressions changed upon hearing this voice.

"Tianlong, hand over the Dragon Scale!!"

Qing Aotian said directly to Qing Tianlong.

"Father!"

Qing Tianlong seemed unwilling, not wanting to hand over the Dragon Scale, looking at his father with pleading eyes.

"Hand it over!"

Qing Aotian solemnly commanded.

Qing Tianlong could only reluctantly take out the Dragon Scale.

With a wave of his hand, Xiao Yifeng acquired the Dragon Scale.

"Thanks!"

Xiao Yifeng smiled lightly at Qing Tianlong and turned to leave.

"Father, why?"

Qing Tianlong asked his father, puzzled.

"That voice just now was the ancestor!"

Qing Aotian said just a few words, and Qing Tianlong understood immediately.

As Xiao Yifeng left the Qing Family, his eyes narrowed as he muttered, "There’s still a strong figure within the Qing Family?"

He was referring to the sudden voice that spoke.

That voice made Qing Aotian obediently hand over the Dragon Scale.

It can be seen that his identity and strength must surpass that of the Qing Family’s ancestor.

"It should be the ancestor of the Qing Family, he too has awakened!"

Han Qianluo explained.

"The ancestor of the Qing Family?"

Xiao Yifeng’s eyes flickered.

"The ancestors of the Four Great Families in the Four Great Cities initially received the legacy of the Four Great Divine Beasts of Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Xuanwu.

They established the Four Great Cities and Four Great Families."

"In the Ancient Era, they were considered super forces. Master had connections with the ancestors of these Four Great Families, but then the Ancient Era ended."

They all managed to sleep until now using various methods, and the voice just now should be the ancestor of the Qing Family’s.

He likely recognized me, hence he ordered them to hand over the Dragon Scale!"

Han Qianluo said solemnly.

"I see!"

Xiao Yifeng understood immediately.

"Their strength should have reached the Half-Step Reincarnation Realm back then, right?"

Xiao Yifeng said casually.

"Yes, but none were as strong as Master!"

Han Qianluo replied.

"I really want to know how strong I was in my previous life!"

Xiao Yifeng muttered to himself, a glint in his eyes, wondering if he had reached the Samsara Realm in his past life.

"You’ll find out once Master’s strength is fully restored!"

Han Qianluo said somberly.

Xiao Yifeng and his party continued their journey toward the Holy City, getting closer and closer to their destination.

As soon as they flew past one city out of the Eight Great Cities surrounding the Holy City, they would arrive.

However, just as they were about to fly over one of these cities, Xiao Yifeng sensed a rich force of wind and a strong medicinal fragrance.

Huh?

Detecting this, Xiao Yifeng’s gaze shifted toward the city.

Frostwind City, one of the Eight Great Cities outside the Holy City.

At this moment, a street in this city was crowded with people gathered around a small boy.

The boy appeared to be only eleven or twelve years old, sitting in front of a laid-out cloth.

On it was a green herb exuding a rich aroma and Power of Wind, clearly a Spiritual Medicine, and a rare Holy Medicine at that.

The Ninth Grade Spiritual Medicine is already a rare existence, and Holy Medicine is a once-in-century occurrence.

The appearance of Holy Medicine here naturally garnered a crowd’s attention.

Seeing the Holy Medicine before them, eyes filled with excitement and heat.

"Hey kiddo, is this your herb?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man asked the small boy.

"Yes, I picked this in the mountain behind my house. I want to cultivate, so whoever gives me a Spirit Stone can have this herb!"

The eleven or twelve-year-old boy picked up the Holy Medicine and responded in his young voice.

Clearly, the boy didn’t understand the value of the Holy Medicine, which led him to exchange it for Spirit Stones.

Upon hearing the boy’s words, everyone sighed at his lucky opportunity to casually find a Holy Medicine; his luck is truly incredible.

But precisely because the Holy Medicine’s owner was an ignorant boy, the crowd became excited.

This meant they could easily seize this Holy Medicine, as a young boy poses no threat to them.

Of course, the boy was completely unaware of this, he continued to look innocently at the adults and said:

"Does anyone have Spirit Stones? I can exchange this herb with you!"

"Little guy, here are ten inferior Spirit Stones, take them. Would you mind giving me that Holy Medicine?"

The middle-aged man from before offered ten inferior Spirit Stones to the boy.

Seeing this, the other people criticized the man’s shamelessness.

A rare, priceless Holy Medicine desired even by Life-Death Dominator Realm experts.

The man was trying to get it for just ten inferior Spirit Stones; how shameless indeed.

"You, ten inferior Spirit Stones for a Holy Medicine? You’re far too shameless. Little guy, I’ll give thirty inferior Spirit Stones; how about giving it to me?"

Another man spoke up, but his words were met with equal disdain.

Had fewer people been present, they likely wouldn’t offer any Spirit Stones and would have simply snatched it, as the boy was like an ant to them.

Soon, others offered Spirit Stones to exchange with the boy.

But they only offered tens of inferior Spirit Stones, and the highest just one or two hundred inferior Spirit Stones, without genuine intent to exchange for the Holy Medicine.