"Everyone, go back."
The four words were spoken calmly, almost indifferently.
But when they landed in the courtyard, they struck like a clap of thunder, plunging the entire area into a deathly stillness.
Qin Zhuo, the second-in-command of the Qin Family.
Just like that, he was suppressed with a wave of a hand and vanished?
Everyone stood petrified, not daring to move.
Even Qin Wei's face was grim. His entire body was tense as he shielded Qin Lie with one hand, his eyes locked firmly on Chen Yang.
This young man... he's so strong! Even I'm not confident I could overpower him. Lord Yang. Is he that legendary figure, the one who single-handedly dominated the entire Dragon Brilliance List?
Qin Wei, the Qin Family's foremost expert, drew in a sharp breath of cold air, his expression growing even more solemn.
"I have always wondered how a re Sixth Grade Military General could possess such formidable strength. It turns out the title of Sixth Grade Military General was a front; Lord Yang is the real deal."
After a mont, Qin Lie gave a bitter smile. "Looking at it now, how ridiculous have my actions been all this ti?"
He had always insisted on a marriage between Qin Qiu and Qin Mo. The goal, of course, was to increase the overall influence of the Qin Clan and the Royal Family, using it as an opportunity to expand beyond Qiyun Road and ascend to a new level.
And now... the man behind Qin Qiu is actually the renowned Lord Yang! There had always been rumors that Lord Yang was an old monster who had mastered the art of preserving his youth. Now, it seed those rumors were utter nonsense. Of all the families I selected, which one could possibly compare to Lord Yang's influence? If we could latch onto a great backer like Lord Yang, wouldn't it be effortless for the Qin Family to expand beyond Qiyun Road? But now... have we really let this opportunity slip by?
Qin Lie sighed.
"With you here, Qin Qiu is safe, and my Qin Family will not be wiped out."
Leaving these words behind, Qin Lie turned to leave without another mont's delay.
With that turn, Qin Lie, a man already in his eighties, seed to age another decade in an instant. His once-straight back beca stooped, and a deathly aura clouded his eyes. His main purpose in coming today hadn't been to hand Qin Qiu over to the Yang Family, but to confirm whether she had anything to do with Yang Jin's death.
At this point, everything was clear. With Lord Yang present, even the Golden Summit Yang Family probably wouldn't dare to act rashly. As for himself and the entire Qin Family…
We'll just have to face this storm head-on.
However!
"With him here, Qin Qiu is safe?"
A young man clad in a white robe approached with unhurried steps, his hands clasped behind his back, his arrogant face etched with a chilling coldness. He was in his mid-thirties and bore a slight resemblance to the deceased Yang Jin. A stooped, elderly man followed closely behind him.
After a cold glance at Qin Lie, the young man's gaze shifted to Chen Yang standing at the gate. He scoffed, "Lord Yang? Is that a title you're qualified to impersonate?"
"Young Master, don't be deceived," the old man behind him said indifferently. All's fair in war. How could the Qin Family possibly be worthy of knowing a legendary figure who dominated the entire Dragon Brilliance List single-handedly? A man just suddenly appears, claiming to be Lord Yang? Who is he trying to scare? Besides, taking a huge step back, so what if he really *is* Lord Yang? As the Golden Summit Yang Family, with eighty thousand personal guards in tow, he would still have to think twice.
"How could I fall for such a childish lie?" The young man's voice, devoid of any mortal emotion, drifted out as he looked back at Qin Lie. "Before I left, my grandfather warned repeatedly. He said that if Yang Jin's death had nothing to do with you, you were to find the murderer and hand him over to . In that case, I was ordered not to make things difficult for you."
"But it seems now, you old codger, that you're determined to oppose my Yang Family, are you? You even set up this little act to scare ? Do you take the Yang Family for pushovers?"
Yang Qian, the eldest son and grandson of the Yang Family, was Yang Jin's older brother. On his way here, Qin Zhuo had imdiately relayed the news to Yang Tianli. Since Yang Tianli was busy preparing for the funeral in two days, he had sent Yang Qian, who had just arrived at Qiyun Road, to handle it.
The courtyard fell silent.
The old man chuckled. "Young Master, look. Now that their ruse has been exposed, none of them dare to make a peep."
"How naive!" Yang Qian smirked dismissively. He took a step forward, pointed a finger at Chen Yang, and snarled, "You damn cur, you dare kill my brother? You're courting death!"
Rembering the grueso state of Yang Jin's body, he was overco with uncontrollable rage, his eyes turning crimson. "Get on your knees now!"
"And then?" Chen Yang asked earnestly, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Yang Qian was speechless.
"And then?" Does this guy still not grasp the situation?
"And then, you'll join my brother in death, of course, along with that woman, Qin Qiu," Yang Qian let out a furious laugh. "I will trace this back to its source and drag out everyone connected to you for a blood sacrifice!"
The mighty Golden Summit Yang Family commanded respect wherever they went, not just in the Holy Sea but even in the surrounding capital cities. Who wouldn't treat them with polite deference? Yet this fiend before him had killed Yang Jin with such brutal thods. How could the hatred in his heart be quelled if he didn't crush this ruffian's arrogance?! Otherwise, wouldn't the world think his Yang Family was just a paper tiger that anyone could bully?
Chen Yang swung his right hand, slapping Yang Qian across the face from a distance.
SLAP!
The blow was heavy, the sound explosive.
Like a drunkard, Yang Qian staggered back several steps. His head swam, and his vision went black. If the old man hadn't reacted instantly to steady him, he would have collapsed.
Yang Qian was stunned.
The crowd was stunned.
GULP. The mbers of the Qin Family swallowed hard, their gazes fixed on Chen Yang as if he were a wild beast. That wasn't just so nobody; that was the eldest young master of the Golden Summit Yang Family, and he had just been slapped so hard he was bleeding?
This guy is too vicious!
Chen Yang thought to himself, I'm here to slap noble young masters, so what?!
"All this talk of blood sacrifice… do you really think you're the Heavenly King himself?" Chen Yang said, clasping one hand behind his back as he began to walk forward slowly.
"AHH!" Yang Qian roared in fury, pointing a trembling finger at Chen Yang. "Kill him! I order you, kill him now!"
He, the great Young Master of the Yang Family, had been slapped in public?
Heh…
WHOOSH!
The old man's face was already as dark as a thundercloud. Without a word, he lunged, launching himself forward like a tiger descending a mountain, carrying a fierce gust of wind with him. As a thirteenth-tier peak expert, his power needed no description.
Unfortunately for him, he was facing Chen Yang.
Chen Yang casually rubbed two fingers together.
POP.
A crisp sound rippled out with irresistible force.
The violent wind the old man had summoned shattered inch by inch, stirring up a chaotic airflow. Imdiately after, the old man's body began to crack apart.
BOOM!
With a sudden, muffled explosion, he vanished completely.
Yang Qian, whose face had been twisted in a savage, bloodthirsty smile as he awaited Chen Yang's death, suddenly felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. His smile froze, and a bone-deep chill spread through his body.
What… what kind of monster is this?!
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