He looked at the head, which was merely wrapped in a grocery bag, his expression somewhat complicated.

There are nine major martial arts factions in Venus City.

Behind each martial arts faction sits a master at the Qi and Blood stage.

If body refinement is still within the limits of what the human body can achieve through training, then the Qi and Blood stage...

It already counts as breaking through the shackles of the human body.

Such masters, within ten meters, are unafraid of firearms.

Beyond ten meters, even when facing firearms, they can still retreat with ease.

In a complex urban environment, a single person could be equivalent to a fully armed ten-man squad.

The Great Shang Nation only does a token registration for body refinement stage martial artists.

But for those at the Qi and Blood stage, without exception, all must be registered with the Martial Arts Association.

Their strength has already surpassed what the judicial departments can handle.

But now, the head of such a Qi and Blood stage master was right in front of him.

After a long while, Jason Carter finally looked at Ethan Clark: "You said Longquan Sect is gone... what do you mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like."

Ethan Clark said, "I killed Brian Foster, killed William Harris, killed John Reed, killed Andrew Cooper, killed all fourteen registered martial artists of Longquan Sect."

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

Those few words, spoken in a calm tone, seemed to carry a murderous aura, accompanied by the scent of blood, rushing straight at them.

Matthew Wright, the second disciple who had achieved great success in body refinement, was directly stunned, his breath caught, and the look in his eyes toward Ethan Clark clearly changed.

Even Jason Carter was momentarily suppressed by the repeated word "kill."

At this moment, Ethan Clark spoke: "Ten million, I am willing to sell Tiandao Sword Sect to Tianfeng Martial Hall. At the same time, I hope to join Tianfeng Martial Hall and receive the protection of Master Carter. You can obtain Tiandao Sword Sect, and with the grievances between Tiandao Sword Sect and Longquan Sect, Tianfeng Martial Hall can also take over Longquan Sect, annexing it in one fell swoop. It's a win-win."

Ten million to buy Tiandao Sword Sect.

And the chance to annex Longquan Sect.

It had to be said, the scenario painted by Ethan Clark was very tempting.

But...

Jason Carter took a slight breath: "With Longquan Sect gone, the crisis of Tiandao Sword Sect is resolved. Why would you still need to sell Tiandao Sword Sect to us for ten million?"

"Tiandao Sword Sect has lost my father's presence and has no deterrent power. Without Longquan Sect, there will still be Sixiang Sect, Liuyun Sect, and all sorts of others."

Ethan Clark said, "Tiandao Sword Sect, I can't hold it."

"Oh?"

The martial arts world is different from the world of ordinary people—far more dangerous and competitive, with life and death often at stake.

That's also why there are many who practice martial arts, but few registered martial artists.

"You could kill Brian Foster, kill his four Vajra subordinates, kill ten registered martial artists, wipe out Longquan Sect, but you can't hold Tiandao Sword Sect?"

"Poison."

Ethan Clark said, "Returning their own methods to them! Longquan Sect poisoned my father to death, so I used the same means against them."

This couldn't be hidden.

A simple autopsy would reveal it.

"Poison is ultimately not a respectable method. Putting that aside, with my barely minor achievement in body refinement, among the current seven major martial arts factions, there are at least a hundred people stronger than me."

Ethan Clark was very clear about his own level.

A martial arts rookie, who had even spent a lot of time singing.

Even though his father was the head of Tiandao Sword Sect and had taught him carefully, at just eighteen and not yet graduated from high school, how strong could he be?

"Poison..."

Jason Carter seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but also felt a bit emotional: "Truly... evil meets retribution. It's not that there is no payback, just that the time hasn't come yet."

"I had no other choice."

Ethan Clark said with a sense of desolation, "In fact, I already applied to deregister Tiandao Sword Sect this morning, planning to leave the martial arts world and become an ordinary person. But at noon, my younger brother was hit by a car sent by people from Longquan Sect. If he hadn't practiced martial arts since childhood and reacted quickly, he'd be dead. So, for my mother and my brother, I could only gamble with my life for a slim chance of survival."

Jason Carter quietly glanced at Matthew Wright.

Matthew Wright nodded.

He knew about this.

"Disasters shouldn't involve family. Longquan Sect really went too far, especially attacking ordinary people—completely without a bottom line."

Jason Carter consoled, "Fortunately, evil never prevails over good, and you won your gamble."

"It was indeed very lucky. If anything had gone wrong, I would have been dead for sure. Brian Foster or any of his martial artists could have crushed me with one hand."

"Heh, you're too modest, nephew. Even if you used poison, being able to bring down Longquan Sect—such ability and resolve is enough to make anyone take you seriously."

"I'm already leaving the martial arts world, planning to focus on my studies and pursue a career in music, become a singer. I can't bear that kind of attention."

Ethan Clark said, "So, I still need Uncle Carter to step in. Because of your friendship with my father, you can take action to wipe out Longquan Sect and protect us orphans and widows. If word gets out, it will not only enhance the reputation of Tianfeng Martial Hall, but also add to your name as a man of loyalty and righteousness."

Upon hearing this, Jason Carter was moved: "With Longquan Sect gone, there's no problem with me taking you into Tianfeng Martial Hall and offering you protection."