Chen Yang could see with a single glance that Chen Feifan was rely a twelfth-rank cultivator.
Just a twelfth-rank, and yet he wants to lord over my head, pointing his fingers and giving orders? And he has the gall to repeatedly state his desire to take as a servant? Has he no sha? Or is he so arrogant and conceited that he's deliberately playing the role of a buffoon?
Chen Yang didn't say a word, simply staring at him.
Chen Feifan could no longer maintain his composure. He could clearly feel the other party's unrestrained mockery. A fox borrowing the tiger's might? Is he nothing without relying on others?
"It seems he must be killed," Du Fei, who was holding the Sky Halberd, muttered. His entire deanor turned ice-cold.
"Kill!"
With that single word, the Twelve-winged Iron Cavalry moved as one. The Sky Halberds in their hands slashed down toward Chen Yang in a perfectly unified strike.
SWISH!
A silver streak of light flashed through the air. It seed slow, but in reality, it was a manifestation of extre speed—a wide, sweeping arc that cleaved downward with imnse force. The spears of the Heavy Armored Cavalry Guard were known for their speed, precision, and ruthlessness. Moreover, their destructive power was trendous. This combined attack could have flattened a small mountain.
In an already tense atmosphere, the very air seed to be torn apart. Amid a sharp howl, the silver streak, wrapped in a sky-spanning murderous intent, slashed down from above, aid straight for the crown of Chen Yang's head.
A smile played on Chen Feifan's lips as he watched with his legs crossed.
As for Gao Tianyu and the rest of the Gao Family, they were utterly horrified. The sharp aura and surging killing intent felt as if they would split the very heavens and earth apart.
Chen Yang raised his hand and swiped through the air.
BOOM!
The murderous intent scattered. The Sky Halberds, which had been falling with terrifying montum, froze in mid-air. Then, they shot backward at a speed even greater than their descent, slamming into the chests of their wielders.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Accompanied by a series of dull thuds, the bones of the Twelve-winged Iron Cavalry shattered one after another. They spat out great mouthfuls of blood and tumbled from their horses.
"Not bad. They're still alive," Chen Yang remarked with mild surprise. He hadn't expected them to survive his attack. The Twelve-winged Iron Cavalry truly lived up to their reputation.
Du Fei was speechless.
So was everyone else.
Du Fei's heavy armor was stained with blood, and his eyes were crimson. The combined strike of all twelve of them hadn't caused their opponent a single scratch. The psychological blow from this gap in power was already unbearable. And now, Chen Yang was praising him for being "not bad"... just because he wasn't killed in a single blow?
This… this is outrageously arrogant!
"You arrogant bastard!" Du Fei roared, leaping to his feet. But before he could make a move, Chen Yang slamd him into the ground with a single palm.
BOOM!
Blood splattered and dust flew. In an instant, the world fell silent.
He's too strong!
"Still not coming out?" Chen Yang asked, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared at a nearby corner.
Still reeling, Chen Feifan's pupils constricted. "You... you knew all along?" he asked faintly.
"Was it hard to guess?" Chen Yang retorted. "Presented with such a golden opportunity, how could they not send a top expert to eliminate ?"
"Then why did you still dare to show up?"
Chen Yang shot Chen Feifan a look, a slight smile on his face. For so reason, that single glance made Chen Feifan suck in a cold breath, a chill running down his spine.
Is... is he courting death? That makes no sense!
At that mont, a short, stout man in a simple grey robe erged from the corner. With his hands clasped behind him, his narrow eyes scanned Chen Yang from head to toe. With his appearance, the temperature of the air dropped at an astonishing rate. In an instant, the scene transford from a scorching sumr day to the coldest depths of winter.
Even Yang Hu and Liu Wu couldn't help but feel their pupils shrink, their expressions tense. This is…
"You are quite impressive," the old man said after sizing Chen Yang up, nodding slowly. "You're the first person to survive one of my sword strikes."
Those words landed like a bombshell. The sword strike that had split the sky and awakened half the city that night... it had co from this man's hand.
Gao Tianyu imdiately fell to his knees and kowtowed. "This humble one, Gao Tianyu, pays his respects to the Saint-realm Master!"
"Only a Pseudo-Saint," Chen Yang stated indifferently, his expression unchanged. "Otherwise, I truly wouldn't have been able to withstand it."
"Haha..." The old man laughed and took a slow step forward. "So that's why you dared to co here, even knowing there was an ambush?" He was indeed just one final step away from the Saint realm, but was that not enough?
"What do you think?" Chen Yang smiled enigmatically.
"Care for another sword strike?" the old man asked, not a hint of anger in his voice as he drew an iron longsword from his back.
"As it happens, I have a sword here as well."
Hmm? The old man frowned, but before he could give it much thought, Chen Yang took a step forward, and a rain of golden light descended from the heavens.
His aura becoming almost tangible, Chen Yang ford a blade with his fingers and chopped down.
WHOOSH!
A golden beam of sword light swept upward, tearing through the curtain of rain and ripping open the firmant itself.
The old man, who had been about to swing his own sword, saw his expression change drastically to one of utter disbelief. This is…
"Look familiar?" Chen Yang smiled. "Can you block it?"
Throughout Cangyun City, people cried out. "What is that? Why is a beam of sword light rising above the Gao Family estate?"
"That... that's the might of the Saint realm!"
More than half the city's population was in an uproar, craning their necks to stare at the sky, their eyes wide with an amazent that needed no words. This single sword strike seed poised to cleave the entire city in two.
"S-Saint realm?!" Upon feeling the might of that sword strike, Chen Feifan nearly collapsed, his body drenched in cold sweat. How is this possible?
"That is my Sword Qi!" the old man said coldly after his expression shifted several tis. "I never expected you to possess the ability to imprison a wisp of my Sword Qi within your body."
"It's not *just* your Sword Qi anymore," Chen Yang stated. After he had refined it, he had infused it with his own power.
The old man raised his sword, and the two beams of light crashed into each other.
BOOM!
It was like a thunderclap that shook the very earth. Amid the rolling soundwaves, the ground exploded. The surrounding buildings disintegrated, and rubble flew into the air as more than half of the Gao Family estate was leveled. A cloud of dust ten thousand feet high blotted out the sun.
The old man was forced to one knee, one hand propping himself up with his longsword, which was stabbed into the ground. A ghastly wound stretched from his left shoulder all the way to his lower right abdon.
Chen Yang, anwhile, stumbled back several steps, each footfall leaving a deep crater in the ground. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
The old man was silent.
Everyone was silent.
This… A terrifying chill shot up from the soles of their feet, spreading through every limb. Onlookers felt their scalps tingle as their minds went completely blank.
SWISH.
Chen Yang appeared before Chen Feifan and seized him by the neck. "Now, what do you have left to rely on?"
Chen Feifan said nothing. At that mont, he finally understood. He understood why this man had dared to show up so brazenly, even after seeing through their entire plan. It was because he could contend with even a Saint-realm expert!
「On the fifth of May, it rained heavily. With a single palm and a single sword, he shattered the sky, and the entire city seed to be clad in golden armor.」
First, Chen Yang annihilated the Martial Association. Then, he slayed the expert from the Chen Clan's royal family. This battle completely shattered the myth of the inviolable authority of the top echelons of power and the royal clan.
His hands could pluck the stars and grasp the moon; there was no one else like him in the world.
"I, Chen Yang, kill those who must be killed. I don't ask about their origins!"
For a ti, the world was shaken. In this grand and turbulent age, a peerless figure had risen—an Unparalleled War God with a Carefree spirit.
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