The Strongest Abandoned Master In City

The outermost peasants, commoners, and even citizens and nobles were not qualified to enter the core circle of nobles.    

To dare cause trouble here and cause such a huge commotion, countless people were alarmed on the spot.    

However, when these aggressive fellows saw the troublemaker at first glance, they immediately retreated obediently, not even daring to fart.    

Not to mention, Di Luolang was standing still with his brows lowered, not daring to move. Just the group of Young Master standing next to this young man, any one of them had a higher status than Di Luolang.    

The strict hierarchy in the Heaven Clan was a good example. One only needed to look at the identity and clothes they were wearing to tell who they were.    

In short, everything in the foreign race, including the furnishings, food, and clothes in your home, had a strict and cruel hierarchy.    

All Outlanders had to act according to this hierarchy and the rules. No one dared to take even half a step. If anyone dared to do so, it would be the end of the entire clan.    

The clothes of those few young men represented that they were the heirs of a few families with very high status. Di Luolang also had the surname of Di Luo, but he wasn't the heir. Even the Di Luo family name of his branch wasn't as high level as the Di Luo family name of the other party.    

This was the rule.    

This wasn't a big deal. The one who had the most trouble was the young man with black hair that hung straight to the ground and eyes that were filled with evil and destructive dark energy. His identity was simply too terrifying.    

He was the respected lord of Dishi Clan.    

And he was the honorable lord of a third-grade family in Dishi Clan.    

The knowledge of the foreign race that Yang Qiu had obtained originated from the ancient Holy Battlefield. What he didn't know was that the current foreign race had formed an even stricter hierarchy. Di Luolang and the others didn't mention this system to her because of his identity.    

Therefore, he wore it very casually and didn't wear it according to the hierarchy.    

Of course, this was also his right. High-level nobles could wear the clothes of lower-level nobles as they pleased.    

Di Luolang and the others thought he was wearing this in order to hide his identity.    

The other party's attack had caused Yang Qiu to suffer injuries that were neither light nor serious.    

This bastard had the strength of a peak First Grade Golden Immortal.    

Such a powerful strength was not something that Yang Qiu could casually bear. Without the help of the holy item on his body, Yang Qiu could only take the beating.    

However, he was here to train himself.    

His opponent's attack was obviously very casual, and he didn't use his true strength. However, this casual strike had shaken Yang Qiu's internal organs to the point that it seemed as if his internal organs had shattered. If it wasn't for the abnormal defense of his Chaotic Body, he would have died countless times already.    

But even so, he still spurted out a mouthful of blood towards his throat. Yang Qiu couldn't control himself and spurted out a mouthful of blood.    

Within his Dantian, a huge wave of chaotic energy and the green life force of the Jianmu emerged from the Chaotic Space. The two of them merged together and flowed through Yang Qiu's body.    

The injuries in his body healed in an instant. He could faintly feel that his body had become stronger and stronger.    

Yang Qiu couldn't help but sigh in his heart.    

This had been proven long ago. The more severe the injuries, the stronger his body would become, and the faster his strength would grow.    

It seemed like in the future, he would really become a punching bag.    

Standing up from the ruins, Yang Qiu took a deep breath. All of a sudden, cracking sounds could be heard from his joints. He had abandoned all of his cultivation techniques, Immortal Arts, and even the techniques of the other races. He only relied on pure strength.    

Di Luolang was still standing respectfully on the spot. Suddenly, a rapid sound of air being torn could be heard behind him.    

The cold-faced young man's facial expression changed slightly. He sneered and reached out his hand to grab the gust of wind, but it was empty.    

Yang Qiu relied on his incomparably powerful strength to twist his body in the void and avoid the opponent's hand. This wasn't a magical ability, it was purely the strength of his body.    

That feeling was simply wonderful.    

Yang Qiu could even hear the vibrating sound of the muscles in his body tightening, which was only one-thousandth of a second. He threw a punch on the face of one of the followers behind the young man and kicked another one over. Then he turned around and punched again. With one kick, the followers of the long-haired young man. . . They were all thrown to the ground by him.    

It was only when Yang Qiu strangely returned to Di Luolang and stood still. When Yang Qiu stared coldly at the other party, a miserable howl suddenly rang out from the other side.    

The five followers of the young man were all at the Third Grade Golden Immortal realm. However, at this moment, their clothes exploded into pieces. Some parts of their bodies were twisted weirdly. Accompanied by shrill howls, all of them fell to the ground.    

Half of their bones were shattered by Yang Qiu's punch. Without a doubt, the damage caused by this pure force was too terrifying.    

This kind of pain was far more painful than breaking their hands and feet.    

Furthermore, this kind of injury was extremely serious. Yang Qiu showed no mercy and crushed all the bones in their bodies, unless they used some kind of ultimate miracle medicine. Or else, they would be crippled for the rest of their lives.    

"Bastard! How dare you hurt my men!"    

The long-haired young man, Dishi Duan, seemed to have gone crazy all of a sudden. He roared at Yang Qiu hysterically.    

"Die!"    

Yang Qiu suddenly smiled strangely.    

"Dishi Duan? Can you kill me? You. . . Dare to kill me? "    

The furious Dishi Duan was about to attack when his heart suddenly trembled. He stared at Yang Qiu. The dark and evil energy in his eyes had already condensed into two needles.    

"What. . . What rank are you from? Who. . . Who are you? "    

Yang Qiu was stunned, but there was no change in his expression.    

"Hehe, what rank family are you from? What rank family are you?"    

Dishi Duan stared at Yang Qiu and said word by word.    

"A third rank family of Dishi Clan. No matter who you are, Dishi Shang, although these guys you have injured are only second rank families of the Di Luo Family, lowly existences, they are still my servants. You. . . Have to give me an explanation! "    

Yang Qiu's heart skipped a beat.    

Third grade of the Dishi Clan?    

Second grade of the Di Luo Family?    

What did this mean?    

He immediately threw these things to the back of his mind and similarly said coldly:    

"Explanation? Emperor Dishi Duan, right? You attacked me, and you still want me to give you an explanation? You were the one who provoked me first, right? I haven't had the time to settle this score with you yet. "    

Dishi Duan smiled coldly. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and said coldly:    

"Report your family grade and see if you have the qualifications!"    

Yang Qiu's mind started working quickly. He slowly took out a black iron identity card the size of a palm from his body and pointed it at Dishi Duan.    

Dishi Duan's expression suddenly became very strange. His expression was like a guy who was enjoying delicious food when he suddenly found out what he was eating was a big pile of dog poop.    

Dishi Duan was scared by the identity card in Yang Qiu's hand and subconsciously took a few steps back. He stared at Yang Qiu with a look of disbelief.    

"You. . . Impossible!!"