THUD.
The Great Elder shot to his feet, knocking his chair over behind him.
The teacup in Jin Zheng's hands fell to the floor. Tea splashed everywhere as porcelain shards scattered about.
The two n instinctively exchanged a glance, each seeing the ultimate shock and astonishnt in the other's eyes. It was an emotion that ca from the depths of their hearts, impossible to conceal.
They had assud Chen Yang would have to face this alone, but then...
First, two 16th-tier fighters had entered the fray to support him.
Two figures whose presence filled the land; this was already a formidable force.
And then? A 17th-tier powerhouse descended upon Cangyun City.
Aside from the ti a mber of the Chen Clan had executed that sacred realm sword strike, this was the strongest person to have made a public appearance in history: Murong Fei.
To the current generation, this na was quite unfamiliar. But turn the clock back forty years, and to the Great Elder's generation, it was a na known by all.
If the senior Xue Gang was a leading figure of that era, then Murong Fei was among the absolute elite.
Did you not see? The mont he stepped into Cangyun City, a myriad of flowers blood in unison, glowing with vibrant colors.
"The sky has cleared, and the flowers have blossod."
The Great Elder stared out the window with his hands clasped behind his back. Despite having weathered countless storms in his life, he was now, beyond his excitent, simply at a loss for words.
Among all these living beings... can it be that evil truly never triumphs over good in the end?
There were rumors that a 17th-tier expert could kill a person with a single breath, invisibly, and even cause unnatural phenona.
Usually, everyone treated these tales as myths or dismissed them as re braggadocio among martial artists ant to elevate their own status.
But how was today's scene to be explained?
The entire city was filled with fresh blossoms. The plum trees were blooming for a second ti, each flower competing in splendor, their fragrance wafting through the streets.
The people of Cangyun City were utterly dumbfounded.
At the sa ti, the event caused a massive stir. Public opinion was no longer so one-sided.
"Who would have thought that these old masters would jump out one after another? What are they after? Can't they just enjoy their retirent?"
"The question is, why hasn't that guy shown himself yet?"
"He..."
As things developed to this point, with Chu Yushan, Jingkong, and Murong Fei appearing one after another, the atmosphere was pushed to a new height. And yet Chen Yang, the main character in all this, seed to be cowering in hiding.
These scattered whispers of discussion, however, failed to elicit much of a response.
At this mont, the two great imperial families still maintained their silence. Their montum, once soaring, seed to have been doused by a bucket of cold water, completely extinguishing their fervor.
But many knew that things couldn't just end here. This was rely the calm before the storm.
After all, this ti, the South Pole Imperial Family had sent not only the prominent young master Tang Yunxing but also a figure of a royal uncle's stature: Tang Yunxing's own uncle, Tang Tai.
In terms of strength, this Tang Tai was bound to be extraordinarily powerful.
Logically, given the sudden turn of events, this royal uncle should have stepped forward to say a few words and reclaim the high ground in public opinion.
But in reality, there was only dead silence.
As a result, the atmosphere in Cangyun City gradually grew peculiar.
「In a landmark hotel in Cangyun City.」
A young man clad in a white robe was energetically working with ink at a large table. His posture was upright and his features chiseled, giving him a certain handsoness.
A gentle breeze blew through, causing the spotless white robe to flutter slightly and making Mr. Chen Xiao seem like a banished immortal, his deanor otherworldly and detached from the mundane world.
One hand held a brush, the other a teacup.
With a nimble wrist and spirited strokes, a sturdy pine tree rooted at the edge of a cliff stood proudly on the rice paper. In the distance, a woodcutter with a stooped back was also brought vividly to life.
In the end, a red seal was stamped: Chen Xiao.
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP!
Opposite him, a young man in a blue-green robe clapped his hands, giving a thumbs-up in admiration. "Chen, what exquisite brushwork. I am truly impressed."
"Haha!!"
Chen Xiao tossed the brush aside and laughed loudly. "I've only just begun. It's hardly fit for a connoisseur's hall."
This series of actions, though seemingly casual and unrestrained, revealed an overwhelming dominance. When the corners of his mouth curled upwards, a tyrannical smile blood. His confidence and arrogance were unfathomable.
He was like a king of the mountains, seemingly disdainful of concealing his powerful aura, intimidating the entire room with his presence alone.
Compared to him, the young man at his side, Tang Yunxing, had delicate features and slender eyes, exuding a sinister, effeminate charm.
The smile that crossed his lips was utterly nacing, like that of a venomous snake lying in wait.
Still when unprovoked, he would surely take a life the mont he moved.
"Mr. Chen is too modest," a man in his late twenties said with a fawning expression as he hurriedly handed over a warm towel.
Who else could it be but Qiu Hanqing, the Young Master of the Qiu Family?
Taking the towel, Chen Xiao wiped his face and pulled out a cigarette. Qiu Hanqing quickly stepped forward to light it.
Chen Xiao took a deep drag, a cold light flickering in his brilliant eyes. The situation in Cangyun City seems tense, but compared to the internal strife within the Chen Clan, it's nothing. Chen Yang's talent is evident to countless mbers of the Chen Family. The incident from twenty-eight years ago shows signs of repeating itself. Fortunately, that man, who is like a Demon God, is still in seclusion and doesn't know Chen Yang is alive. Otherwise, I wouldn't have this chance.
He vividly rembered the aftermath of the internal struggle twenty-eight years ago. That man had returned from his travels, wreaking havoc in the Inner Court and slaying more than a dozen Chen Family experts in a row.
If the Old Sovereign of the Inner Court hadn't stepped in to diate, the entire Chen Family would have been torn apart.
Now, a person who should have been dead had reappeared in the world with an invincible aura. If they didn't act quickly, chaos would erupt again.
A Demon Monarch of his generation, Chen Hua.
At worst, we'll just have to ask the Old Sovereign to diate again. If Chen Yang is allowed to live, losing my position as successor would be a minor issue; the entire Chen Clan would fall into new hands.
"Tang, those old fellows seem dead set on ddling in this matter," Chen Xiao said to Tang Yunxing, his tone cold.
"Indeed, it is sowhat unexpected."
Tang Yunxing flashed a wicked smile. "But then again, they're just a few flies. No matter how much they buzz, what are they to an elephant?"
"Tang, I'm all ears." Chen Xiao smiled. The implication was clear: Tang Yunxing already had a plan.
"Such a trivial matter naturally requires no need to alarm our families."
Tang Yunxing walked along the edge of the table, tapping it lightly with one hand. "I will challenge him in my own na to a one-on-one fight to the death."
"Tell , will he accept or not?"
"And those old fellows, what reason would they have to intervene?"
"The ti remains unchanged. It is set for tomorrow."
With that, Tang Yunxing faced the window, standing with his hands behind his back. "Isn't everyone talking about how great he is? Well, I will be the one to slay him, fair and square, in front of everyone."
"Brilliant!"
This ti, it was Chen Xiao's turn to give a thumbs-up. "Given the situation, I doubt he'll dare to cower and refuse the challenge."
"Go, deliver this letter of challenge," Chen Xiao ordered the nearby Qiu Hanqing. "Tell him to co to the plaza by the Qingyuan River tomorrow morning."
"Yes!"
"Also, if he doesn't wish to be knocked from his pedestal in public, tell him to co see before tomorrow. There might still be a slim chance of survival for him."
Qiu Hanqing nodded and bowed. "I'll take care of it right away."
A few monts later, another uproar erupted.
Issuing a challenge.
A slim chance of survival?
What a brilliant move to pull the rug out from under them.
This maneuver, bypassing those old masters entirely, was truly astute.
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