Urban Carefree Warrior God Chapter 636 637: Golden Armored Warriors, Dragon Decimating

Tang Tai was seething with unwilling fury.

He was a mighty expert of the sixteenth rank, yet a young man was treating him like trash?

Heh heh…

If this boy isn't eliminated, what face will I, Tang Tai, have left to live in this world?

"Attack together! Execute this despicable, shaless wretch!" Tang Tai roared.

BOOM!

BOOM! BOOM!

The surrounding royal subordinates and their proxies surged forward as one, instantly encircling Chen Yang and Yang Hu. At this mont, all eyes were fixed on the scene.

Seeing this, many in the crowd cursed the Antarctic Royal Family for their shalessness. They couldn't win a fair fight, so they resorted to slander, and now they were ganging up on him?

"Heh, so this is the so-called royal family. Just a bunch of petty and shaless tricks."

"This has been a real eye-opener. The royal families are nothing special after all."

Losing was one thing. But to lose without grace and then slander one's opponent was truly despicable.

Even Chen Yang couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as a sliver of killing intent shot out, making the hearts of Tang Yunxing and Tang Tai tremble.

In the blink of an eye, the arena exploded into chaos as dust billowed everywhere. The royal subordinates unleashed their strongest attacks one after another.

These individuals had once been powerful figures in their own right before disappearing from the public eye, having been absorbed as servants by the Antarctic Royal Family. Now, reappearing in the mortal world, they ford a terrifying net that seed to envelop the entire universe.

WHOOSH!

A broadsword streaked from the distance, slicing through the air. It shimred with a dazzling light in the void, resembling a bolt of silver silk.

"Is that… is that Du Cheng, the Swordsmanship Master from thirty years ago?"

"That sword strike looks like it could split the heavens!"

The crowd was in an uproar. Back then, Du Cheng had forged a fearso reputation with his broadsword before mysteriously vanishing. Everyone had assud he was killed by his enemies. Who would have thought that this master of swordsmanship had beco a servant of the Antarctic Royal Family?

"I, Du Cheng, will use this very broadsword to cut you down today, you ignorant little mongrel!"

It was rembered that Du Cheng had already reached the Ten Thousand Phenona Senluo realm back then. Now, after so many years, he was likely no less powerful than Tang Tai. A re servant possessed such a high level of cultivation. It was just a glimpse of the iceberg, but the strength of the Antarctic Royal Family was truly unimaginable.

"Away from the mortal world for thirty years... I wonder if anyone still rembers ?"

CRACK!

A long whip lashed out like a bolt of lightning, thundering through the void and tearing the air apart.

"Yu Kun?!"

"That guy showed up too? Back in the day, he used that whip to obliterate more than a dozen Thousand-Faced Yamas in a single battle!"

Only figures of such renown could cause such a stir with their re nas. The fearso prodigies of a bygone era were all re-erging today.

And it wasn't just these two; more experts continued to step forward. This proved that the royal family's status was not baseless, nor was their reputation unearned.

"Chen Yang, kneel now! You might be granted the rcy of a complete corpse."

SHINK!

The broadsword plunged into the ground. Du Cheng landed firmly on the hilt, swaying gently as the long blade flexed. He looked down on Chen Yang from his high perch. Dressed in a plain robe with white hair and a matching beard, he possessed the distinct air of a Taoist immortal.

"You dare humiliate the royal family? You holess cur, you probably don't even know how to write the word 'death'!"

Yu Kun followed close behind, his whip bent like a bow. Though he was over sixty, his spirit was high, and his face glowed with vigor.

Supporting Tang Yunxing, Tang Tai retreated to a safe distance and sneered, "As the saying goes, if you are not benevolent, I will not be righteous! Since you have repeatedly resorted to such vile ans, don't bla for using my numbers to overwhelm you."

Even at this stage, Tang Tai was still desperately trying to preserve his dignity.

"Utterly shaless! Ganging up on him is one thing, but you still find ti to slander him! Is this the integrity of the Antarctic Royal Family? Pah!"

"You're all so loud now. Would any of you dare to face him one-on-one?"

The situation had escalated to the point that Tang Tai's shaless actions had provoked imnse dissatisfaction. Countless people began to voice their support for Chen Yang. However, their words carried little weight and were unable to change Chen Yang's unfavorable situation.

"What's wrong? Are you deaf, or did you not hear ? I told you to kneel imdiately," Du Cheng said arrogantly.

The usually reticent Chen Yang just smiled. "How about you and I have a one-on-one duel?"

Du Cheng was instantly silenced, his old face turning beet red.

Chen Yang gripped his long spear.

In an instant, the vast plaza plunged into the bitter cold of deep winter. A piercing chill seeped into the marrow of everyone present, making their scalps tingle and sending shivers down their spines. An invisible, torrential wave of cold light seed to roll in.

Listen.

The thundering of war drums suddenly erupted, a deafening uproar.

BOOM!

The true sound of war drums exploded between heaven and earth, as dense and overwhelming as a tidal wave, threatening to swallow the entire plaza, perhaps even the entire Qingyuan River.

Chen Yang's back was ramrod straight, motionless as a great bell. He held the spear in one hand, gently stroking the shaft with the other.

Ti seed to warp and flow.

In a trance, Chen Yang felt as if he had returned to Hanyun Valley. Visions of clashing armies filled his mind: armored cavalry, sand stained with blood, and the brutal reality of war.

How he loved it.

How he missed it.

And yet, more than anything, there was a sense of helplessness.

The great river flows east, washing away all heroes of the ages. All of them are now in the past. To count the true heroes… there is only , Chen Yang!

SWISH.

He raised his spear to the heavens.

The beat of the drums grew ever more intense, soaring skyward.

「In a teahouse not far away.」

A chorus of voices rose, "Only we, the Martial Guards of Hanyun Valley, understand that this towering man is at his absolute peak only when he wields a spear."

Liu Wu stood tall and dignified. He gave a respectful salute toward the plaza from across the distance before allowing a faint smile to grace his lips.

Beside the Jingnan Prince, Elder Wu Xing exuded a fierce aura. With his hands clasped behind his back, he squinted and said, "Originally, I intended to protect him this once, even if it ant piercing the heavens to do so."

"Now, it seems I was indulging in wishful thinking?"

Liu Wu grinned, showing his teeth. "Rember that Holy Sword that struck from the Chen Clan not long ago?"

Wu Xing frowned, waiting for the Jingnan Prince to continue.

"That sword nearly claid the Boss's life, but..." Liu Wu leaned on the windowsill, his grin widening. "There's a saying: a blessing in disguise. The Boss used the power of that Saint-level strike to shatter his own bottleneck. It was a clean breakthrough, a direct charge."

"Tsk, tsk…" Wu Xing was deeply impressed. As a fellow Fist Master, he knew all too well the imnse dangers involved. Dancing on the edge of a blade doesn't even begin to describe it.

"What realm is Chen Yang in now?" Wu Xing asked curiously.

Liu Wu shook his head, his smile growing even broader. "How deep that sword cut, how many ranks he broke through... I'm afraid only the Boss himself knows."

"He's making his move!" Liu Wu exclaid.

Despite the distance, they clearly saw Chen Yang pivot, pointing the tip of his spear obliquely toward the southern sky.

This single gesture made Liu Wu, as well as all the forr brave n of Hanyun Valley, shout in unison.

"Dragon Decimating Lance!"

The rumbling sound wave, with the banks of the Qingyuan River as its epicenter, swept through most of Cangyun City.

The wind whirled up dead leaves. In that mont, it was as if a sandstorm had filled the air, with war smoke billowing to the sky and the neighing of warhorses echoing across the heavens.

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