"Senior... may I purchase these two talismans?"
"Senior... may I purchase this immortal-level armor?"
"Senior..."
Su Xing's ears were bombarded with a cacophony of requests; these Martial Emperor level powerhouses who commanded awe and fear in the outside world, now resembled little old men quarreling in a marketplace, frantically vying for his goods.
"Old Liu! Do you remember? I once saved your life! And now you're competing with me for this?"
"Nonsense... Big Beard! I've saved you three times; it's time you repaid that favor!"
"Stop fighting! Leave some for me..."
The old guard Martial Emperors contested fiercely, their faces red and ears steaming.
Clearly, to become Martial Emperor level strong, one had to be an old ancestor from a well-established family.
Or even an old monster who had guarded the frontiers for hundreds of years in the Great Xia Military...
