Extre Sea Villa.
A table of delicacies had been served for half an hour, yet no one had touched their chopsticks. The food had long gone cold, even dried out by the wind.
"Unexpected, isn't it? Gentlen, are you surprised?"
The white-browed elder, Zhou Yanqing, held a cigar in one hand, the other clasped behind his back. He stared out at the pouring rain with a piercing gaze. "Who could have thought that a man under thirty would grow to such an extent."
"He even kills mbers of the royal family on a whim... Heh heh..."
Zhou Yanqing shook his head and chuckled lightly. "With such audacity, tell , can you find a second person like him?"
"So little ti has passed. If we don't eliminate him soon and let him continue to grow, the consequences will be unthinkable."
Ji Wenping's brows were deeply furrowed as he sighed, "It is truly beyond what anyone could imagine."
"Speak up. What should we do next?" Zhou Yanqing said coldly, his voice laced with irritation.
"It's ti to kill so people as a warning to others." The kind-faced elder beside them, who wore reading glasses and held a book, slowly turned a page. "Otherwise, will so people truly believe we've grown old and are ripe for the slaughter?"
Zhou Yanqing and Ji Wenping exchanged glances before turning to look at this elder.
"Kill whom?" Zhou Yanqing asked. "Chen Yang?"
"The Supre Martial Commander will be dealt with by the royal family; we need not concern ourselves," the elder said nonchalantly, adjusting his glasses. "It's the three from the Elders' Court I'm thinking of, especially the Great Elder."
"That old fool... has he ever taken us seriously?"
"Get rid of him."
As he spoke, the elder took out a fountain pen, drew a circle in his book, and wrote a note. Only then did he continue, "And leave a ssage. If the Supre Martial Commander doesn't resign in disgrace soon..."
"The Elders' Court and the Bureau of Secrets will both be bathed in blood!"
SNAP.
The elder closed the book and, for a rare mont, lifted his head. His face was kind, yet it held an extre chill, particularly in his eyes, from which a fierce killing intent radiated.
Among the three, Zhou Yanqing appeared the most irascible and murderous, but in truth, he couldn't hold a candle to this kind-faced elder.
A man of few words, but imnse cruelty. That's exactly the kind of person he was.
"Excellent!" Zhou Yanqing slapped his thigh in agreent, a savage grin on his face. "It's high ti we killed so people. Otherwise, they'll really think we've beco useless in our old age!"
Ji Wenping smiled but said nothing.
It was a simple discussion, but for Cangyun City, it was about to unleash a monstrous storm.
When so people threaten to live or die, they are rely seen as a joke.
But when others speak, a single sentence can make the entire world tremble.
...
It was said that a Saint-level expert could shatter the heavens with a single sword stroke.
As for the sword light that woke most of Cangyun City that night, how could Gao Tianyu, the Family Head of the Gao Family, not be aware of it?
Rumor had it that a Saint-level expert from the Chen Clan's royal family had made a move.
Hearing Chen Feifan speak of it now undoubtedly confird it.
Does his sudden ntion of this an a Saint-level expert will be present today?
Hiss...
Gao Tianyu sucked in a sharp breath of cold air, his restless heart finally settling down.
"Is there anything left to worry about now?"
After downing his wine, Chen Feifan turned to look outside at the Twelve-winged Iron Cavalry.
Each soldier was clad in heavy armor and held a Sky Halberd. Their solemn, murderous aura seed ready to tear through the curtain of rain and shoot straight into the heavens.
Gao Tianyu followed Chen Feifan's gaze. For so unknown reason, just a distant glance sent a heart-stopping chill through him.
TAP. TAP. TAP.
The sound of footsteps drew closer from a distance.
"He's here." Gao Tianyu's expression flickered, and he turned to look.
Chen Feifan paid no heed. He leaned one hand on the table, swirling the wine in the glass he held in the other, a faint smile playing on his lips.
THUD.
A single foot was the first to step into the courtyard.
WHOOSH!
The Twelve-winged Iron Cavalry turned in unison, their Sky Halberds all pointing toward the entrance.
The overwhelming killing intent was so thick it was almost tangible.
Gao Tianyu had never t Chen Yang before, so he had no idea what the man who had just annihilated the Martial Association actually looked like.
He now craned his neck, observing intently.
Soon, Chen Yang's figure ca into view.
"He looks quite ordinary. No three heads or six arms," Gao Tianyu laughed.
Chen Feifan chuckled. He turned around nonchalantly, propping his arms on the dining table behind him, and raised his glass to Chen Yang. "Surprised?"
"According to seniority, I should call you 'cousin.' But as things are now, I'm willing to take you as my servant."
Chen Feifan smiled. "The Emperor's grace is vast. Such an honor is a blessing earned in your past life. Why don't you kneel and give thanks at once?"
Chen Yang raised his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the Twelve-winged Iron Cavalry before settling on Chen Feifan. "Is this the will of the Chen royal family?"
"No, no, no." Chen Feifan wagged a finger. "This is my will. The will of Chen Feifan."
His tone was casual yet condescending, like a great man looking down upon an ant.
However, Chen Feifan still offered an explanation. "Of course, what I represent is the will of the Chen royal family. It's only because I find your skills acceptable that you are even getting this opportunity."
A corner of Chen Yang's mouth twitched into a smile, but he said nothing.
Gao Tianyu stared at Chen Yang, his expression relaxed and fearless.
"Co here. Get a little closer and say that again," Chen Yang said, beckoning to Chen Feifan with his finger.
To everyone present, the gesture was an act of blatant provocation.
"Hmph!" Chen Feifan snorted coldly. "What's the aning of this? Are you trying to challenge the authority of my Chen royal family? You're courting death!"
"If you're so impressive, why don't you dare face alone?" Chen Yang's words hit the nail on the head, striking a nerve.
The implication was clear: he was nothing but a worthless coward who only dared to speak so arrogantly because of the twelve Heavy Armored Cavalry Guards, a pathetic mutt borrowing a tiger's might.
Chen Feifan was left speechless. Gao Tianyu was equally stunned.
This was truly domineering and fearless. To dare mock a direct descendant of the Chen royal family to his face.
The color drained from Chen Feifan's face. As the leader of this sche and a direct descendant of the Chen royal family, his status was incredibly noble.
Yet now, not only had he failed to intimidate his opponent, but he was being mocked as a timid mouse borrowing a tiger's prestige?
"So, it seems you're dead set on not becoming my, Chen Feifan's, servant?" Chen Feifan drained his cup in one gulp, and a roiling killing intent emanated from him.
Chen Yang simply smiled without a word.
"Kill him?" the leader of the Twelve-winged Iron Cavalry, Du Fei, asked coldly.
Completely encased in heavy armor, his exposed eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, fixed unblinkingly on Chen Yang.
Gao Tianyu froze for a mont, then glanced at the Twelve-winged Iron Cavalry. His nerves grew taut, and his throat tightened.
The air was thick with tension, ready to explode.
Although this was the Gao Family estate, he, the Family Head, no longer had any right to intervene.
The fact that Chen Yang had destroyed the Martial Association was already common knowledge.
Yet these great figures were chatting and laughing, paying Chen Yang no mind. This could only an one thing: they were not afraid of him in the slightest.
"You should know, refusal ans death," Chen Feifan said with a sinister grin.
Chen Yang shook his head. "If you were alone, would you dare speak to like that?"
"You..." Chen Feifan could no longer remain seated. This was a direct slap in the face, and the burning sha made his fury erupt.
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