The challenge was issued. Would he accept?
Tang Yunxing was full of confidence, and he clearly had an ace up his sleeve. Accept, and it ant death. Decline, and the reputation he had built over more than a decade would utterly collapse, his na becoming synonymous with cowardice.
"Chen Yang defended the nation's borders, fought against the Barbarians, and embodied the very backbone of Tianwu! He is a hero of this land. Even in retirent, he is not soone a pipsqueak like you can oppress!"
"Who gave you the audacity?!"
Murong Fei's challenge resounded like a clap of thunder, jolting everyone from their stupor.
Indeed, he was the Zhennan Prince, the War God of the State! His na was once a brilliant beacon in this world. That legendary battle hadn't just showcased the spirit of Tianwu; it had been a display of awe-inspiring prowess.
The War God of the State, Chen Yang.
"So what?" Chen Xiao retorted from afar. "When our royal family wants soone dead, even the Heavenly King himself must obediently welco his demise!"
"Old man, a word of advice: don't ddle where you don't belong. Otherwise, I guarantee you a grueso death on the spot."
Murong Fei sneered, "Believe it or not, I can co over there right now and crush an insignificant clown like you."
Chen Xiao...
The crowd...
This old man is far too violent, isn't he?
After that, Chen Xiao fell silent and offered no further response.
"Did he... did he just chicken out?"
"If you ask , Chen Xiao is nothing but a paper tiger. He relies on the protection of the royal Chen Clan, acting tough with the weak but cowering before the strong."
"But he's a seventeenth-rank expert. What ordinary person could possibly stand against that?"
If one were to recall Chen Yang's past achievents, the actions of the royal Chen Clan were truly indefensible.
"In a one-on-one duel, I naturally won't interfere! But if you dare to resort to any tricks, don't bla for being ruthless."
Murong Fei's words undoubtedly set the tone for the coming challenge, leaving no room for doubt.
「A night passed.」
Chen Yang gave no response.
「The next morning.」
"It looks like the forr Supre Martial Commander has chickened out. He's going to be a shrinking turtle."
"Isn't that normal? Young Master Tang Yunxing's status is so great that a single letter of challenge was enough to frighten Chen Yang into silence. It's to be expected."
Doubts were cast, followed by jeers and sarcasm. Kicking a man while he was down, gloating at his misfortune—such sentints were rampant.
However, Tang Yunxing once again sent word: "For the sake of fairness, I can fight you with one hand."
This level of confidence truly soared to the heavens.
"See that? That's the magnanimity of the Descendant of the Royal Family! Why haven't you thanked him and crawled out here yet?"
Qiu Hanqing, fully embracing his mission to be a loyal dog, parroted the sentint. His fawning imdiately incited countless others to chi in, making Tang Yunxing appear extraordinarily magnanimous and noble.
As for Chen Yang, he had enjoyed several peaceful, carefree days. At this mont, he was dressed in a set of black, sowhat worn-out battle armor. This was his first set of armor from his early years. Neither the Zhennan Prince's war robe nor the War God of the State's Python Sparrow Devouring Dragon armor held as much weight in his heart as this simple set.
Qin Qiu helped Chen Yang fasten the clasps of his armor, saying softly, "My man stands tall and indomitable."
"I am so proud of you."
Chen Yang picked up his silver spear and rubbed Qin Qiu's head. "For lunch…"
"I've already prepared the ingredients," Qin Qiu interjected, not wanting to hear him continue. "They're all your favorites. I'll cook and wait for you to co ho."
"That's what I was going to say. Wait for for lunch."
Qin Qiu smiled. "Go on. I'll be waiting."
"I'm off," Chen Yang said with a wave.
Yang Hu followed closely behind. Only his attendant knew that Chen Yang's journey today was not simply to kill Tang Yunxing. It was likely this spear, the Dragon Decimating Lance, was about to cut down a whole group of people.
If they dared to co, he would dare to kill!
「...」
As the carriage arrived at the Qingyuan River, Chen Yang disembarked. Holding his long spear, he slowly walked toward the nearby square.
The noisy bank of the Qingyuan River suddenly fell silent.
All gazes converged on the tall man clad in battle armor. A long spear rested on his shoulder, his steps were steady, and he walked toward the rising sun.
This was Chen Yang's first visit to this square. Today, he intended to wreak havoc and turn the world upside down right here.
*The great winds rise as the clouds soar.*
The black cloak billowing behind Chen Yang rustled loudly, like a wild dragon taking flight, spiraling ever upward.
One spear.
One suit of armor.
And beneath his feet, the very holand he had once sworn to protect.
Normally, Chen Yang in this attire would only be seen at the nation's borders or on foreign soil.
"Is that... could that really be the Supre Martial Commander, Chen Yang?"
"It's him! Who would have thought he'd actually have the guts to co?"
In an instant, the entire bank of the Qingyuan River fell utterly silent. Tens of thousands of gazes focused on the towering, armored figure. There were pointing fingers and uneasy murmurs, but they were all filled with brimming anticipation.
This vast land produced countless talents, but he towered over them all in his era.
News of Chen Yang's appearance spread like a tempest throughout Cangyun City.
"A battle of the gods is about to begin."
"This man's courage is truly admirable, but by showing up, he's undeniably declaring open war on the royal family."
At that mont, Chen Yang stood in the center of the square. As if leading troops into battle, his entire body radiated an overwhelming murderous aura, one that could only be honed on countless battlefields.
All eyes were on him as the crowd surged forward. Everyone wanted to catch a glimpse of the forr Supre Martial Commander, to see what he really looked like. Regrettably, all they could see was his back, a silhouette as imposing as a mountain.
A sudden gust of wind stirred his cape, making its red tassels flutter, but the man himself remained as still as a statue. The image was intensely striking. This was the true presence of a hero, was it not?
Despite having no Martial Guards or neighing warhorses, his solitary figure exuded an invincible aura—like a tiger swallowing a thousand miles, supre under heaven and on earth.
All those watching felt their throats tighten, deeply moved by the sight.
BOOM! BOOM!
The needle-drop silence of the square was suddenly broken by the muffled sound of war drums. The rolling sound waves seed powerful enough to tear apart the very sky, a world-shaking sound that crashed down and struck every person to their soul.
"That's... that's the sound of real war drums!"
"It's said that this was organized spontaneously by so retired Martial Guards to cheer for the forr Supre Martial Commander!"
This small gesture was a testant to the prestige Chen Yang held among the people.
BOOM!
The wind howled, and the drums thundered.
THUD.
Chen Yang planted his long spear into the ground, a slow smile spreading across his lips.
The drums of war on the battlefield, the call to march in armor.
Will I be enthralled by this scene for my entire life?
The royal family? The great aristocratic clans? I'm here to kill all of you black-hearted monsters!
A ssage arrived from Young Master Tang Yunxing. He had just finished his morning workout, had not yet eaten breakfast, and was telling Chen Yang to wait. He stated bluntly that Chen Yang should use this ti to breathe in the fresh air and take one last look at this beautiful land. Once Tang Yunxing arrived, he would have no more chances.
Although Tang Yunxing had yet to arrive, a group of agents from the royal family had already surrounded the square, cutting off any chance of escape and preventing Chen Yang from backing out. In this situation, he was trapped.
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