HUM.
The sword trembled slightly.
Threads of terrifying power, so dense they nearly materialized, spread out like waves in all directions.
Chen Yang stood firm at the bow of the boat, unmoved. The quivering Longsword hovered in midair, scorning the mortal masses below.
HISS. HISS.
Countless spectators atop Chilian Peak felt the force. Their hearts seized and their eyes narrowed in abject horror.
The surface of the lake rippled, its waters churning.
Chilian Peak, which had been buzzing with activity just a mont before, was now deathly silent.
Who could have imagined that even a weapon belonging to this man could be so extraordinary?
Even Xue Dalong, a titan who had dominated this peak for decades, could only stare at the Longsword floating above Chen Yang's head. His brows were deeply furrowed, and he remained silent.
Being the closest, he felt the sword's fearso power most acutely.
This is too terrifying! he thought. What could I possibly say to this? A War God, ard with a peerless, ancient weapon... wouldn't he be able to split mountains and sunder peaks, to slay ghosts and kill gods? How could anyone even fight this?
Xue Dalong's mouth twitched. He was utterly speechless.
HUM!
The Longsword trembled again. Ripples spread through the air, and the very color of heaven and earth seed to change.
The supre, sharp aura of the blade was focused and unyielding.
"I see it now... this is a Treasure Weapon!"
"And judging by its aura, it's no ordinary Treasure Weapon. It must be a dium-grade one! But... Cangyun City's Treasure Weapons are few and far between. I've never heard of this one!"
Only a Treasure Weapon, a blade far surpassing any mundane arm, could contain such terrifying energy. Once unleashed, its power was imnse.
Many of those present were experienced Fist Masters with extraordinary perception. After just a few more glances, they recognized it for what it was.
HISS. HISS.
A wave of sharp, astonished gasps swept through the crowd.
The appearance of this Treasure Weapon promised to add many new variables to the day's battle. While horrified, many spectators found themselves growing more excited. After all, since it wasn't their fight, they naturally hoped for a bigger and better show.
In the distance, the Qi father and son duo stood frozen, their faces grim. Both Qi Shuai, who stood with his hands clasped behind his back, and Qi Ying, who was still holding his teacup, had believed victory was already in their grasp.
"Hmph!"
After a mont, Qi Ying sneered, "You are already cornered, yet you still dare to move against my Qi Family? Are you dreaming?"
"It's just one Treasure Weapon. Do you really think it can change today's outco?" Qi Shuai sneered disdainfully, though his words were laced with a sour, jealous tone. "Once you're dead, our Qi Family will be happy to take that Treasure Weapon into our custody."
He expressed contempt while simultaneously plotting to seize the weapon. The man's hypocrisy was staggering.
After all, with the powerful figure backing their family present, they couldn't believe this disgraced commoner could possibly stir up any real trouble.
Chen Yang remained silent. He simply raised his hand, brought his index and middle fingers together, and waved them gently forward.
SWOOSH.
The void tore asunder. A single sword strike shook the heavens.
The piercing shriek that followed was deafening.
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the Longsword shot forward, as fast as a bolt of lightning, carried by overwhelming might.
"Quick, retreat! Retreat!" Qi Ying, who had been brimming with confidence just monts before, shouted at Qi Shuai. His face was contorted in a mask of pure terror as he scrambled backward.
At that mont, even as a fourteenth-level expert, he felt a bone-deep chill run down his spine, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
Qi Shuai had no ti to react.
SHINK!
The sword pierced straight through his chest. The massive inertia of the blow lifted him from his feet, sending him flying back dozens of feet before pinning him to the trunk of a large tree.
RUSTLE! RUSTLE!
The tree quivered violently, its branches swaying as a shower of dead leaves fluttered down from the sky.
Realization dawned on Qi Shuai too late. He looked down and saw nothing but the hilt of the Longsword buried in his chest and a sea of crimson blood spreading across his robes. His strength rapidly faded.
"You… you…" He struggled to lift his head. The man before him, Chen Yang, regarded him with pure indifference, as if looking at an ant.
Just monts ago, he had been basking in the glory of his impending victory, and now… No. I won't accept this!
But it was no use. The life drained completely from his body. His head tilted to one side, and his limbs hung limp and motionless.
Mr. Qi, the Young Master of the Qi Family.
On Chilian Peak, beside Yun Island, he had been impaled by a single sword strike from the Zhennan Prince.
He was dead.
The scene shocked everyone to their core. The vast expanse of Chilian Peak fell into a dead silence.
This… this is so utterly savage!
"You're courting death!" Glancing at the lifeless body of Qi Shuai, Qi Ying erupted in fury. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Chen Yang, his lips trembling. "You damned cur! You dared to kill my son!"
The sound of his roar rolled across the peak, echoing through the air.
He was the mighty Patriarch of the Qi Family, a prominent figure in Cangyun City, a top-tier fourteenth-level expert. Yet, he could only watch as his son was slain right before his very eyes.
How arrogant can this man be?
"I won't stop with just your son," Chen Yang said calmly.
Qi Ying was speechless.
"They say your Qi Family Ancestral Mansion has excellent feng shui, drawing all of Chilian Peak's nature's spiritual energy into it."
Chen Yang's words baffled the crowd. Why suddenly ntion the Qi Family Ancestral Mansion?
But there was no denying it. The Qi Family Ancestral Mansion, situated at the foot of Chilian Peak, was truly a blessed land where the auspicious Purple Qi gathered from the east. A bird's-eye view would reveal that, in terms of the grander sche of things, it occupied the dragon vein of Chilian Peak.
Chen Yang continued, "Judging by your family's conduct, I believe you are unworthy of it."
What did he an by that?
Just as everyone was trying to decipher his words…
CRACK!
The Longsword that had pierced the large tree suddenly shot forward, and the tree trunk, along with Qi Shuai's body, exploded into splinters.
The great tree toppled over.
The sword, after soaring high into the sky, plunged downward, straight toward the Qi Family Ancestral Mansion.
The vast power of its descent seed as if it would cleave the very sky in two. It was a terrifying, indescribable sight.
This... He's... He's attacking the Qi Family Ancestral Mansion directly! This is insane...
"You arrogant bastard!" Qi Ying, nearly driven to madness, roared in fury, his grizzled hair flying wildly about his head.
You damned cur! What do you take my Qi Family for? Chickens and dogs to be slaughtered at your whim? This wasn't just arrogance; it was complete and utter contempt!
SWISH. SWISH. SWISH.
Chen Yang pointed a finger to the sky, his feet planted firmly on the ground.
In this vast mortal world, among all living beings, I alone am to be revered!
All who witnessed it were deeply moved.
Such peerless grace, commanding mountains and rivers. I alone am king.
Truly befitting the Zhennan Prince!
Even though I've been cast out, I am still myself—the supre existence that makes armies tremble at my na and before whom heaven and earth shiver!
Then, a single word escaped Chen Yang's lips.
"Perish."
In that instant, the sky and earth changed color. Dark clouds obscured the sun, and a chilling wind howled, as if winter's deepest freeze had returned, promising a heavy snow.
A torrential wave of sharp Sword Qi swept in all directions, tearing through the void. With unstoppable montum, it shot directly toward the Qi Family Ancestral Mansion at the foot of the mountain.
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