But some of the Martial Ancestor had bastards who weren't content to just have their Dantians sealed; they began to rebel.
However, the Heavenly Master wasn't one to be trifiled with.
For those dogs who wouldn't take the offered drink, a palm strike was delivered to their lower abdomen, shattering their Dantians and leaving them with internal injuries.
"Mr. Lin, could you please spare us? We can work for you," pleaded a few of the pretty young ladies from the Martial Ancestor sect as they ran over to Lin Zhenghui, who was selling Thunder Talismans.
"Mr. Lin, we've trained in the Martial Ancestor sect but have never done anything wrong; please don't cripple us. It's not right to condemn everyone for the actions of a few," said some of the clan disciples.
"Mr. Lin, all we did was cultivate and work at the Martial Ancestor sect, just to make a living. There's nothing wrong with that, right?"
"Mr. Lin, please spare us!"
