TAP, TAP, TAP.
The footsteps weren't loud, but each one landed like a clap of thunder shaking the earth, exploding by one's ears.
Behind these two n, two more followed, carrying a black coffin.
At this, not only the onlookers but even Li Chenfeng and his eight Iron Guards furrowed their brows, silently observing.
To the ordinary people, this was the forr Zhennan Prince.
But to Li Chenfeng and Shang Bai, this was the current Commander, the War God of the State!
THUMP!
A foot crossed the final step and landed on the plaza.
CLANG!
Before anyone could react, the eight n standing behind Li Chenfeng took a synchronized step forward, their gazes fierce. Without lifting a hand, a murderous aura had already filled the entire area.
Under the cover of black umbrellas and the obscuring rain, no one could see what this famously formidable young man actually looked like.
Shang Bai was no different.
As the man drew closer, his figure beca more imposing, like a mountain descending upon the world. Dressed in simple clothes and holding the Three-Foot Green Peak Sword, his face, though not exceptionally handso, was unforgettable.
"This aura… it soars straight to the heavens!"
"So strong!"
The eight Iron Guards began whispering among themselves.
Their leader, Captain Shen Kuo, narrowed his eyes and gripped the hilt of his saber. "Watch and wait."
As for the mbers of the Martial Association, the hair on their bodies stood on end. They were frozen with tension, not daring to make a single rash move. This chilling aura was genuinely shocking.
"Is that how you speak to ?" Li Chenfeng raised an eyebrow. "Since you've co to serve tea to this young master, you'd best straighten your attitude."
He knew Chen Yang had co for the Martial Association, but that didn't stop him from putting on an air of superiority. He felt extrely uncomfortable, especially after sensing the overwhelming aura and boundless killing intent radiating from Chen Yang. As soone of the sa age, could it be he wants to suppress ?
And that coffin… What's with that? Was it made especially for ? Heh…
At that thought, Li Chenfeng lifted the back of his long robe, sat down with an imposing swagger, crossed one leg over the other, and said with a chuckle, "Co now, serve the tea."
Soone imdiately began to pour.
THUD.
The black coffin hit the ground, splashing rainwater.
Watching the steam rise from the hot tea, Chen Yang smiled and picked up one of the cups.
The mbers of the Martial Association felt the corners of their mouths begin to turn up into subtle smiles. So what if you're the high and mighty Commander? In the presence of soone from the West Sea royal family, you still have to obey and serve tea, don't you?
However, before the smiles could fully form on their faces, they froze.
To their astonishnt, after picking up the teacup, Chen Yang brazenly began to drink it himself, even nodding in approval. "Compared to the tea at Immortal Residence, this from the Martial Association is certainly better."
Everyone was left speechless.
What in the world is happening?
The atmosphere turned bizarre.
Serve tea? Does this look like he's serving tea?
Li Chenfeng, a man connected to the West Sea royal family and accustod to all sorts of grand scenes, was also stunned. What an audacious guest, usurping the host's role! Did he simply ignore my words as if they were nothing but wind?
"Heh…" Li Chenfeng laughed, his voice thick with anger. "As a mber of the West Sea royal family, I commanded you to serve tea. That is an honor for you. What is this? Are you planning to rebel against your superior?"
"As the saying goes, it is impolite not to reciprocate," Chen Yang said, setting down his cup and pointing to the black coffin. "How about we check the size first?"
Li Chenfeng was speechless.
So was everyone else.
So that black coffin… was actually for Li Chenfeng? What the hell!
Chen Yang smiled, then let his gaze sweep over the others before it landed on Wu Qingshan. "Was it you who said that even if I ca, I'd still have to grovel?"
HISS!
Wu Qingshan's breath caught in his throat. His entire body tensed as if his back was covered in needles. He then shot a pleading look toward Li Chenfeng.
This was a far cry from his earlier arrogance and bravado. Now, facing Chen Yang in person, he was so terrified he didn't dare utter a single word.
This man's aura is too intense!
As a Commander who had fought his way to the top, his very bearing radiated an endless killing intent. The eight Iron Guards beside him watched with rapt attention.
BOOM!
Chen Yang's sudden movent in the explosive atmosphere made many hearts leap into their throats.
By the ti everyone ca to their senses, Chen Yang had seized Wu Qingshan by the neck, his gaze as cold as ice. "A bootlicker like you thinks you can use as a stepping stone to climb higher?"
Wu Qingshan was speechless.
THUD!
With a slight exertion of his forearm, Chen Yang slamd Wu Qingshan's head into the coffee table. With a deafening crash, the solid wood table cracked, and blood began to spread across its surface.
"Co on. Say what you said before, right to my face."
Wu Qingshan remained silent.
With another dull thud, the coffee table shattered into pieces. Even Li Chenfeng felt a chill run down his spine. This man was truly brutal.
Moreover, acting so brazenly right in front of … Does he even acknowledge my presence?
"How dare you!"
Feeling as if he had just been slapped in the face, Li Chenfeng could no longer remain seated. He shot up from his chair and pointed a threatening finger at Chen Yang. "I command you to release him this instant!"
Chen Yang acted as if he hadn't heard. Still gripping Wu Qingshan's neck, he grinned without mirth. "This esteed young royal that you grovel before, the one you see as a supre being? He can't save you with his barking. It seems he doesn't even have the courage to lift a finger, does he?"
Wu Qingshan could say nothing.
Neither could anyone else.
These words were a blatant slap to Li Chenfeng's face in front of everyone. All eyes turned to him, filled with a mixture of expectation and uncertainty.
Under the weight of countless gazes, Li Chenfeng's expression shifted several tis.
"The West Sea royal family specifically sent you to back the Martial Association?" Chen Yang asked.
After a long silence, Li Chenfeng shouted hoarsely, "I order you, let him go!"
CRACK!
A sickening sound of breaking bone rang out. Wu Qingshan, who had been struggling just monts before, went limp. His head lolled to one side, his limbs hanging uselessly, completely still.
SLUMP.
Chen Yang released his grip, and Wu Qingshan's lifeless body slumped to the ground.
Shang Bai's pupils had shrunk to pinpoints, his entire body drawn taut with tension. The others were no different, trembling so hard they shook like chaff in the wind.
They never would have imagined in their wildest dreams that this man would show such utter disregard for Li Chenfeng. He was a royal heir, after all!
Chen Yang took the handkerchief Yang Hu handed him. Wiping the blood from his hand, he spoke indifferently, "Let's return to our original topic. You said you wanted to execute my deputy, the Jingnan Prince?"
The act of wiping his hand was unhurried and deliberate. That simple motion delivered an unparalleled psychological blow. This aura seed powerful enough to pierce the heavens.
Liu Wu, his war blade resting on his shoulder, walked to Chen Yang's side. A smirk played on his lips as he simply stared at Li Chenfeng.
"Young Master Li, make your move! Just kill him!" Shang Bai urged, glancing toward the eight Iron Guards.
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