The mighty Martial Association was actually sending a congratulatory ssage to the newly established Feiyang Martial Arts School?
Despite witnessing it with their own eyes, the crowd could hardly believe it. Their hearts were overwheld by a tumultuous surge that could not be cald. Then, one by one, all eyes unanimously fixated on Chen Yang, the unremarkable man standing to the side, smoking a cigarette.
Combined with the injuries on Pang Qirong's body, the truth of the matter was not hard to guess. This man must have gone directly to the Martial Association Headquarters and, after a bit of suppression, made Pang Qirong and the other high-level mbers of the Martial Association obediently co to offer congratulations. Forcing the Martial Association's top brass to co and pay tribute at the grand opening of Feiyang Martial Arts School… this is way too domineering, isn't it?
In their estimation, the Feiyang Martial Arts School was bound to suffer the fierce suppression of the Martial Association, or even be torn to shreds. But now it seed that the situation had developed in a way that completely exceeded everyone's expectations.
Who exactly is that guy? To dare to disregard the Martial Association like this, he must be no ordinary man.
After he finished speaking, Pang Qirong looked toward Chen Yang with trepidation and said, bracing himself, "S-Sir, I've said everything I was supposed to. Do you think… you can let us go now?"
"Don't be hasty," Chen Yang exhaled a puff of smoke and waved his hand. "The ribbon-cutting ceremony hasn't started yet."
Pang Qirong complied, hanging his head low, but a cold, piercing light flickered in his eyes. He's probably thinking that news has already reached the Association President's ears. Maybe he's even on his way now? Trampling on the dignity of the Martial Association, huh… Pang Qirong secretly glanced at Chen Yang, his gaze like he was looking at a dead man.
anwhile, Li Zhendong ordered his n to complete the preparations for the ribbon-cutting. When the auspicious mont arrived, they would cut the ribbon and strike the bell, and the ceremonial cannons, already prepared, would be set off at the sa ti. Everything was ready; they were only awaiting the auspicious mont.
"You're the first person to ever so openly challenge the dignity of our Martial Association."
An indifferent voice suddenly resounded over the scene. Although the words were spoken with detachnt, they sohow resonated deep within people's eardrums.
"Any outsider who wishes to open a martial arts school in Cangyun City must have my approval. Yet you took it upon yourself to do so. Are you saying you hold no regard for , Guo?"
His form was unseen, only his voice could be heard. And this voice was ethereal, seeming to linger throughout the world.
"Our Martial Association."
", Guo."
These two phrases made the speaker's identity obvious.
BUZZ!
In an instant, almost everyone shuddered.
"We welco the Association President!"
The anxiety and horror on Pang Qirong's face had long vanished, replaced by an unparalleled excitent and reverence. As he spoke, he prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing respectfully.
"We welco the Association President!"
Except for Sun Tianze, who was still dangling from the tip of Su Ling's sword, the rest of the Martial Association mbers all followed suit, kneeling and shouting in unison.
"It's… it's the prince."
"The prince!"
After the crowd of onlookers ca to their senses, their expressions changed repeatedly. Sporadic shouts eventually converged into a single roar.
"We welco the prince!"
Although these people did not kneel, their faces were filled with reverence and solemnity. They bowed their heads slightly, not daring to make a rash move.
Chen Yang was stunned. Looking at the expressions of the group before him, he soon gave a light chuckle and shook his head. From this small display, he could see the whole picture. It revealed what a profound psychological impact the Martial Association had on the general public. They acted with such sincere panic and apprehension because they feared the Martial Association and its President.
Chen Yang felt he had truly broadened his horizons. A re Martial Association President actually possessed such imnse power to intimidate.
TAP. TAP. TAP.
A mont later, the sound of footsteps approached from a distance. Two n, one in front of the other, were walking over. It was none other than the Martial Association President, Guo Xinli, and his confidant, Cao Kun. After leaving the Extre Sea Villa, they hadn't delayed at all and headed straight here, arriving just in ti to witness this scene.
Making the Martial Association's people stand platform for him? Heh… It has to be said, the other party has so serious guts, and absolutely no respect for the Martial Association.
Guo Xinli walked slowly with his hands clasped behind his back, not even sparing a glance for the respectfully bowing commoners around him.
Chen Yang slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke and glanced at Guo Xinli, silently waiting for what he would say next.
"I've never been one to seek the lilight, but it seems that more and more people are under the impression that the Martial Association is a pushover," Guo Xinli scanned the crowd, his gaze pausing briefly on Su Ling before focusing on Chen Yang. For him, distinguishing the leader by their aura was no difficult task.
"First, dismantle the martial arts school imdiately. Second, kneel on the ground and kowtow in apology to everyone from the Martial Association. Third, stab yourself three tis as compensation for his pain."
Guo Xinli pointed toward Sun Tianze, still hanging from the sword tip, and continued, "Finally, we'll settle the score for you taking matters into your own hands and disregarding the Martial Association."
Upon hearing Guo Xinli's words, the crowd of onlookers was so frightened they shuddered, a chill running through their bodies. Domineering. That one word perfectly encapsulated his performance. Without my permission, no other martial arts schools or similar forces are allowed to exist in Cangyun City's territory. Anyone who dares to defy will have to settle the account. Such dominance is utterly staggering.
"I've always had a preference for those who know what's good for them. Now, repeat my three demands back to ," Guo Xinli said, stopping five ters away from Chen Yang. His tone was casual but filled with an arrogant, unmatchable superiority.
Chen Yang tucked his left hand under his right arm, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Seeing that Chen Yang not only showed no intention of speaking but also sported such an attitude, Guo Xinli's eyebrows rose slightly. "Hmph? What are you waiting for?"
Beside him, Cao Kun's brows furrowed tightly upon seeing Chen Yang, as if he was trying hard to recall sothing.
"What gives you the right to act so high and mighty?" Su Ling couldn't stand it anymore and retorted, "You're just an Association President, but you act like you're one of the mythical emperors of old. If you were really that powerful, why have your Martial Association's higher-ups been killed off wave after wave? A re thirteenth-rank cultivator is nothing more than a clay doll in front of my Boss—fragile and utterly worthless!"
Guo Xinli's head snapped around, his sharp and frosty eyes like a pair of ice daggers plunging directly toward Su Ling.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
Su Ling trembled all over, his face turning deathly pale as he stumbled back several steps, nearly falling to the ground. That single glance made Su Ling feel as though he had been plunged into an icy cavern, his very blood seeming to freeze solid.
"For Su Yan's sake, I'll spare your life today," Guo Xinli's lips curled into a smile. "But how can you be so sure that I am truly thirteenth-rank?"
After he spoke…
SNAP.
Guo Xinli rubbed two fingers together lightly, and a wisp of golden fla flickered between them.
Su Ling's eyes widened abruptly.
"This is…"
It wasn't just him. The surrounding commoners all stared with wide eyes, completely dumbfounded.
Fifteenth rank: Star-Scattered Chessboard.
GULP.
Everyone couldn't help but take a sharp breath. So, the rumors circulating outside were all false. The Martial Association President's true strength had already reached the fifteenth rank! And most importantly, was the fifteenth rank truly his limit?
Guo Xinli's gaze swept past Su Ling and fixed back on Chen Yang, his tone growing heavier. "Well? Are you going to continue posturing?"
"P-President," Cao Kun's expression suddenly changed dramatically. He frantically tugged at Guo Xinli's sleeve and stamred, "President, he… he seems to be the Zhennan Prince."
Guo Xinli was speechless.
In an instant, the entire world fell silent. Guo Xinli, who just a mont ago had been imperiously giving orders like a transcendent master, felt his face contort as beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
The Zhennan Prince?! Him? It's him?
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