The golden crow set in the west, while the jade rabbit rose in the east.
After the family had dinner, Chen Yang first sent Qin Qiu and the others back ho. Then, he drove toward the Yin Family estate.
At a certain section of the Lingjin River, a steel platform spanning thousands of square ters had been completed in the middle of the water. It was fully equipped with a spirit hall, rest areas, and a Blood Sacrifice Tower. Currently, the finishing touches were being applied.
Many people had gathered to watch and take photos. So were indignant, believing the Yin Family's actions had utterly disgraced Qiyun Road. But despite their disgust, they were helpless. Qin Lie still had not taken a stance. To the public, the longer he remained silent, the less it seed like confidence and composure and the more it looked like he was at his wit's end, with no strategy to counter them.
After all, the eighty thousand Personal Guards of the Yang Family were scheduled to arrive in Qiyun Road soon. Furthermore, a hundred thousand Martial Guards were still stationed over the Lingjin River. All these factors combined ant that not just one Qin Clan Royal Family, but even ten more would likely be crushed. For Qin Lie, this was perhaps an inescapable, fatal trap.
「Yin Family.」
Yin Tianxiong and the two Yin brothers hurried back from the construction site. At that mont, the front courtyard was filled with joyful laughter and toasts as the family reveled in their grand fantasies for the future.
"To mark the occasion, I've invited a group of monks to perform rituals on-site as a prelude to the blood sacrifice the day after tomorrow," Yin Zhiqiang said with a smile, raising his cup.
Yin Zhishan lit a cigarette and shook his head with a hint of regret. "To execute Qin Qiu just like that... what a pity, what a waste!"
As soon as he said this, the others nodded in agreent. They had all seen Qin Qiu. Whether it was her appearance or the mature aura she carried, she was unlike any ordinary person. Even though so ti had passed, her image remained clearly etched in their minds. But now, she was facing a public blood sacrifice. From their perspective, it was indeed a sha.
"Who knows, there might still be a chance!" Yin Tianxiong, seated in the seat of honor, said with a smile, squinting as he held his wine cup.
Yin Zhiqiang and Yin Zhishan both looked over, their faces full of anticipation.
Yin Tianxiong didn't keep them in suspense. "As long as she passes through our hands before the blood sacrifice, detaining her for a short while shouldn't be too difficult, right?"
"Now that you ntion it, that sounds highly feasible. Sothing to look forward to!" The two brothers exchanged a smile.
"Of course, the bigger picture is our top priority. We mustn't let a woman ruin our grand plan," Yin Tianxiong reminded them at last.
The two brothers nodded repeatedly, showing they understood.
BOOM!
Just as the atmosphere reached a fever pitch, the tightly closed main gate exploded with a thunderous bang, dissolving into a cloud of splinters. The deafening sound rippled through the air and lingered.
The mbers of the Yin family were speechless. Is soone actually daring to cause trouble at the Yin Family's estate?
Yin Zhiqiang slamd his hand on the table and shot to his feet, his eyes glaring. "What trash dares to run wild at my Yin Family's ho? Do you not know how to spell the word 'death'?"
The Core Disciples of the Yin Family imdiately sward forward, surrounding the entrance.
As the dust settled, two young figures stepped over the threshold and into the Yin Family courtyard. One had a broad, imposing build and moved with the power of a tiger. The other appeared more refined, but he held a longsword in his hand.
"Who are you? Do you know where you are?" Yin Zhiqiang demanded coldly, his brows deeply furrowed.
The newcors were, of course, Yang Hu and Chen Yang.
Chen Yang toyed with the Ancestral Sword in his hand, his cold eyes as piercing as unsheathed arrows, sending a bone-chilling shiver down the spine of everyone present. The entire crowd was stunned into a collective, gawking silence.
"I hear your Yin Family has built a Spirit Platform in the middle of the river, along with a Blood Sacrifice Tower, all for Qin Qiu?" Chen Yang said in a low, chilling voice. He wielded the Three-Foot Green Peak Sword, his expression indifferent. Despite the crowd, he didn't spare a single person a glance.
"My surna is Chen. My given na is Yang."
CLANG!
Chen Yang unsheathed the Ancestral Sword. Its blade flashed with a dazzling, cold light. "So call Lord Yang. Others call the Nine Gates Admiral."
Lord Yang? The Lord Yang who single-handedly defeated everyone on the Dragon Brilliance List?
Wait…
Before the crowd could even process that title, a violent shudder ran through them.
Nine... Nine Gates Admiral?!
The words struck the courtyard like a clap of thunder, scattering the wits of everyone present and leaving them frozen in place like statues. The Nine Gates Admiral, the Zhennan Prince?
Chen Yang advanced slowly, his every word a death knell. "Qin Qiu is my woman."
Yin Tianxiong stood dumbstruck. The rest of the Yin Family was frozen in terror. In an instant, the boisterous atmosphere vanished, replaced by an oppressive, suffocating tension.
The two Yin brothers stared, their eyes bulging, at the unassuming young man before them, whose every action radiated unshakable composure. He's bluffing, right? He must be!
But his formidable presence and unparalleled aura were so overwhelming that no one dared to voice their doubt. Who in this world would dare to impersonate this titan? Besides, they had long heard rumors that the Zhennan Prince was in Qiyun Road.
At this thought, every mber of the Yin Family, including Yin Tianxiong, turned deathly pale. They stood trembling, too terrified to move.
Qin Qiu... is his woman! This…
You are the Nine Gates Admiral, commander of eight hundred thousand Martial Guards! Your na is known wherever the mountains stretch and the sun and moon shine. Does old King Qin Lie even know about this?
If King Qin Lie heard this, his face would undoubtedly be a mask of utter confusion. If I knew that, would I still fear the Yang Family of Golden Summit? I would just send Yang Tianli a single word: Scram!
For a mont, the courtyard was dead silent. The only sounds were the frantic pounding of hearts and shallow breaths. In their wildest dreams, they could never have imagined that this towering figure, the Ever-Victorious Commander of the nation, would descend upon the Yin Family in such a manner. The Yin Family certainly had so power in Qiyun Road, their influence not to be underestimated. But before this great figure, this War God, they were as insignificant as clay chickens and pottery dogs.
BOOM!
In that instant, from Yin Tianxiong down to the youngest disciple, every mber of the Yin Family felt their spirit drain away. Just monts before, they had been lost in ecstatic fantasies of ascending to the peak of Qiyun Road and becoming the next Royal Family. They never imagined that an utter catastrophe would co crashing down upon them.
"I, I..." Yin Tianxiong took a deep breath and forced himself to speak, as if trying to explain.
BOOM!
With a casual flick of his hand, Chen Yang sent the Yin Family Head flying several ters. His body crashed to the ground like a limp sandbag.
This... this is too much power!
Everyone felt their scalps tingle as they stood trembling, not daring to make a single move.
Chen Yang pulled over a chair and sat down, his indifference as chilling as the wind. "A mont ago, you all seed to be discussing sothing very delightful. Could you repeat it for ? I'd like to share in the joy."
Yin Zhiqiang was silent.
Yin Zhishan was silent.
Everyone was silent.
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