Facing Barry Morgan's roar, Marshall Morgan remained calm and coldly shouted, "A good dog doesn't block the way, get lost!"
"You're looking to die, smash his mouth for me!"
Barry Morgan roared.
"Yes, Young Master Blade!"
The two people behind Barry, also young, sixteen or seventeen years old, and like Barry, from the fifth branch.
They approached Marshall, with one snickering, "Marshall, do you still think you're the heir of the Morgan family's main branch, the Young Master of the Morgan family? You're nothing but trash now, even worse than a servant. We'll help you recognize there are people you can't offend."
"Young Master!" Autumn Adler's face turned pale with fright, her small hands tightly gripping Marshall's sleeve.
"No need to be afraid, they're just two dogs, do you think your young master can't handle them?"
Marshall patted Autumn Adler's head and smiled slightly.
Of course, this remark also reached the two young men's ears.
Immediately...
"Trash!"
"Looking for death!"
The two roared angrily, pounced towards Marshall, their fists whistling towards Marshall's face.
Though the two were ordinary martial artists, one had opened seven meridians, the other eight, and together, their momentum was not weak.
Both, including Barry, sneered at the corners of their mouths, as if they already saw Marshall being beaten to a swollen face.
"Get back for me!"
Just as their fists were about to land, Marshall coldly shouted, then swung out a slap.
This slap was as quick as lightning, with just two 'pops', followed by two screams. Two figures, along with blood and dozens of teeth, flew far and landed heavily on the ground.
"My face, my teeth!" The two lay on the ground screaming, one side of their face swollen high, blood continuously flowing from their mouth, with only half their teeth remaining.
Barry was stunned, incredulously looking at Marshall.
Marshall, this trash, actually slapped away his two subordinates? How could this be possible?
"Barry, you keep calling me trash, saying you want to smash my mouth. Now, your two dogs' mouths are smashed, now it's your turn."
Marshall looked at Barry coldly.
"Marshall, I don't know what stroke of luck you had, or what Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures you obtained, allowing you to cultivate and greatly improve, but do you think defeating these two wastes means you can fight me? Truly naive, I'm a Bloodline Warrior."
Barry took a deep breath to restore his calm.
So what if Marshall could cultivate again? He was nothing but a regular martial artist who couldn't awaken his bloodline, while Barry was a Bloodline Martial Artist who had awakened a Level 2 Bloodline.
"Marshall, I'll show you what a Bloodline Martial Artist is."
Barry shouted, his body instantly flashing with a blood red light. A giant flame-red wolf appeared above his head, striding in mid-air, majestic and awe-inspiring.
"Fierce Wolf Fist!"
Barry yelled, stepping forward like a wolf, blasting towards Marshall.
"Peak of late-stage Meridian Passage, Level 2 Bloodline? Let's see how strong!"
A gleam flashed in Marshall's eyes.
With a twist of his waist and a step with his foot, he unleashed Flame Dragon Fist.
Bang!
Marshall and Barry's fists collided.
Crack!
After a muffled sound, bone-cracking sounds echoed.
Next, Barry flew backward faster than he came, landing heavily, clutching his right hand screaming.
"Bloodline Warrior, is that all you've got?"
Marshall sneered disdainfully, his eyes icy, stepping towards Barry one step at a time.
Barry was horrified, constantly dragging his figure back, shouting, "Marshall, what do you want? I warn you, don't act recklessly."
"Nothing much, just robbing you. Now, hand over all your valuables!"
Marshall's eyes flashed as he spoke.
"No way!" Barry roared.
"Oh, if that's the case, I'll just have to smash your mouth." Marshall sneered, raising a foot as if to stomp on Barry's face.
Seeing Marshall moving for real, Barry finally panicked and shouted, "Wait, I'll give, I'll give you all I have."
To be honest, Barry had a lot of money on him, managing to take out over three thousand taels of silver, painfully handing them over to Marshall.
"Just this little?"
Marshall wrinkled his nose, looking disgusted as he took it.
That almost made Barry spit blood. Three thousand taels was little? As a Morgan family descendant, having three thousand taels was already quite good.
"This time I'll let you off, but next time, it won't be solved with just a few taels of silver."
Marshall left a cold warning before leaving with a somewhat confused Autumn Adler.
Barry, after all, was the fifth branch master's son. If Marshall really did something to him, the fifth branch master definitely wouldn't let it go.
Marshall wasn't afraid for himself, but he had to consider Penny Lawson and Autumn Adler.
"Damn, Young Master Blade, Marshall is actually this arrogant, let's report this to the branch master and have him punish Marshall."
One of the young men with missing teeth said angrily, approaching Barry.
"You idiot, aren't you embarrassed enough? If others find out I was defeated by that trash Marshall, how can I show my face? I'm telling you all, don't mention today's incident."
Barry scolded.
"Yes, yes, Young Master Blade, we won't say a word." The two nodded hastily.
"Hmph!"
Barry snorted coldly, saying, "There's about a month left before the clan meeting. Since Marshall can cultivate again, he'll surely contend with Yara then, and the Great Elders will naturally deal with him. Why would we need to personally act?"
"Young Master Blade is insightful." The two followers instantly flattered.
Subsequently, the three quietly left the place.
After Barry and the others left, a graceful figure suddenly appeared in the alley.
Wasn't it Miranda Murray?
"Hehe, interesting, turns out it's the Morgan family's renowned trash Young Master. It seems everyone was deceived by you!"
She murmured, then her figure flickered and disappeared without a trace.
...
Returning to his residence, Marshall handed the Blood Replenishing Pill to Autumn Adler, then returned to his room, entering the Supreme Divine Temple.
Afterward, Marshall began consuming Dragon Tiger Pills, attempting to open the second Divine Vein.
The second Divine Vein was even harder to open than the first.
This time, it took Marshall a full forty-five Level 1 Mid-grade Dragon Tiger Pills and five days to open the second Divine Vein.
Once opened, the True Qi within Marshall surged exponentially.
"Now my raw True Qi burst power should be around a bull's strength!"
Typical Warrior First Realm True Qi burst power was about a bull's strength, but now Marshall's True Qi burst power was not inferior to Warrior First Realm.
"Now, continue."
Marshall proceeded to attempt opening the third Divine Vein.
The third Divine Vein was the hardest yet.
It took ten days, refining seventy Dragon Tiger Pills, to successfully open the third Divine Vein.
When the third Divine Vein was opened, light spots appeared on Marshall's body, one hundred and eight acupoints shining like the stars in the sky, radiating brilliant light.
One hundred and eight acupoints and twelve meridians formed a complete grand cycle, with roaring, substantial True Qi surging through Marshall's meridians.
"So strong, opening three Divine Veins is so much more powerful than two?"
Marshall was exhilarated by the power within him.
Three veins, compared to two, although only differing by one vein, the gap was as vast as heaven and earth.
Three signify completeness, two still have flaws.
Marshall now felt he could gather a Qi Vortex in his Dantian at any time, stepping into the Warrior Realm.
"Not yet, I haven't obtained the Second Layer of the Battle Dragon True Technique."
Marshall refrained himself, then focused on the ninety-nine steps leading to the second platform.
"This time, I should be able to go up."
Standing at the ninety-ninth step, last time, this was where he was stopped.
But this time, with no resistance, Marshall took a step and ascended to the second platform.