He was encased in ice by the Antarctic Imperial Clan for thirty years, all to avoid growing up in the sa generation as monstrous talents like Chen Hua. Unsealed today, he was determined to use Chen Yang as a stepping stone to touch the threshold of the Saint Realm.
To that end, Tang Renfeng had personally carried a coffin to the battle and presided over the confrontation.
And the result?
He arrived with absolute confidence, only to be defeated in a single move. Despite Tang Renfeng's intervention, he was ultimately shattered by the tip of the spear.
Awakened after thirty years of slumber, only to die. He had hoped to achieve sainthood in one battle but instead found himself on the path to hell, condemned to an eternal rest.
How ridiculous.
How pitiful.
He had truly overestimated his own strength.
WHOOSH.
Overwhelming killing intent radiated from Tang Renfeng, spreading in every direction. It eventually condensed into a tangible force, crashing down wave after wave like a raging sea, locking onto Chen Yang. The ten-thousand-square-ter plaza was now filled with nothing but this dense killing intent. Though the sun blazed high in the sky and heat waves shimred in the distance, the battlefield felt as cold as the dead of winter, shrouded in an icy chill.
"You deserve to die!"
Tang Renfeng retracted his spear. His enormous, bell-like eyes snapped open as two beams of peerless ferocity shot forth. His words were few, but his rage was boundless.
The Second Young Master of their Antarctic Imperial Clan, a rising star blessed with True Dragon Qi, had been struck down and killed in mid-air on the very day he was unsealed?
"You little bastard! Not even a Daluo Golden Immortal descending from the heavens could stop from killing you today!"
Tang Renfeng's fury erupted. His previous air of condescending authority was gone, replaced by nothing but a bottomless urge to kill. Tang Zheng was his charge, and he had died right before his eyes. Not only was this a slap in his face, but how could he possibly explain this to the Sovereign?
"So much for a one-on-one duel," Chen Jinnan grinned. "What, can't you take a loss?" From the mont the old scoundrel had tried that dirty trick, Chen Jinnan knew these people had no moral bottom line whatsoever.
At first, they spouted all sorts of righteous-sounding nonsense, all to avoid criticism after the kill. It was a convenient way to claim that Chen Yang was simply not skilled enough and deserved to die. But the result? After a single exchange, not only was Tang Zheng defeated, but his body was utterly shattered. No one could have predicted such an outco. It wasn't that the weak was too weak, but that the strong was simply too strong.
It was only natural that Tang Renfeng, as the escort, would find this outco unacceptable. His thunderous rage was entirely expected.
"`Chen Yang is nothing but a stray dog! How could he compare to the noble status of our Second Young Master? Daring to kill a Young Master of the Antarctic Imperial Clan is a cri punishable by death!`"
"`Furthermore, to kill with such cruel thods in front of everyone is shockingly brutal. A monster like him must be executed imdiately, lest he harm more innocent people.`"
Tang Renfeng's words were spoken with conviction, enough to sway anyone who didn't know the truth.
"All this bullshit, and for what? You just can't admit you lost," Chen Jinnan scoffed. "If you couldn't afford to lose, why did you issue the challenge in the first place? You even carried a coffin here, making such a grand scene. And now look. He was revived, and he didn't even last half an hour before dying again."
"Hilarious."
Tang Renfeng was speechless.
At this point, Chen Jinnan held nothing back, saying whatever ca to his mind. The man was just an Elder; he felt no fear. In fact, the Elder's despicable and shaless behavior was drawing skepticism from the crowd. He was the one who wanted to fight, the one who wanted to use Chen Yang as a whetstone. Now that the tables had turned and his charge was killed due to a lack of skill, he was blaming his opponent for being too ruthless? The most ridiculous part was that his earlier sneak attack had also failed.
"`The shalessness of the Imperial Clans is on a whole new level. It's truly eye-opening.`"
"`As the saying goes, he who lives by the sword dies by the sword. To be killed because you're not good enough, and then for your guardian to refuse to let it go… It's just laughable.`"
The crowd was abuzz with discussion.
"`The reason the Imperial Clans are who they are is because we rule this world. We are the ones who create order,` a phantom voice slowly echoed through the heavens. `As ants, you must have the awareness of an ant. You should obediently let yourselves be slaughtered. Daring to carelessly gossip about the way the Imperial Clans conduct themselves can easily lead to your execution and the annihilation of your entire family, down to the ninth degree.`"
The words had barely faded when the vast plaza fell into a deathly silence. A red-robed elder, holding an Iron Bone Fan, slowly walked onto the field.
"`Is that… is that Li Jiuyang, the Great Elder of the West Sea Imperial Clan?`"
"`Besides the Sovereign, he holds the most power and authority! Second to one and above tens of thousands! He's actually intervening personally?!`"
A series of sharp, indrawn breaths could be heard one after another.
Chen Jinnan narrowed his eyes, his gaze vigilant. The second-in-command of the West Sea Imperial Clan was not soone to be underestimated.
Li Jiuyang had a gentle expression. He stood with one hand behind his back, the other fanning himself with his Iron Bone Fan. Though he was over sixty, he exuded an air of refined grace. He continued, "`Since we are the rulers, we naturally possess supre power. Therefore, whatever we do and however we do it, is correct. You need only obey, not stand here spouting nonsense.`"
SWISH.
With a flick of his fan, the few who had just spoken were cut down where they stood. "`Do you understand now?`" he asked.
This… Everyone was stunned into silence. This old man seed so amiable, yet his murderous intent ran so deep!
A heavy silence fell over the arena.
Li Jiuyang nodded in satisfaction. "`That's more like it. You must all understand the principle that disaster cos from an unguarded mouth.`"
"`And yet, so people not only fail to understand this, but they even dare to provoke the majesty of our Imperial Clans.`"
Only then did Li Jiuyang's gaze fall upon Chen Yang. He offered a faint smile. "`Young man, what you are doing is wrong.`"
"`Commit suicide on the spot. What do you say?`"
His tone was deceptively gentle, yet it carried the weight of an undeniable command.
"`Commit suicide, my ass!`" a sudden, crude retort echoed from the heavens. "`Do you think I, Murong Fei, don't exist?`"
The crowd erupted into an uproar. This reclusive master, the first to voice his support for Chen Yang, had spoken out at such a critical mont. Although he hadn't revealed himself, his words made his stance perfectly clear. And his coarse language was utterly rciless.
"`ddling in affairs that don't concern you is a good way to get yourself killed! I advise you to stay out of it!`"
Another person entered the arena: Dugu Xiong, one of the two great protectors of the Dugu Imperial Clan.
"`You're the ones who should scram! I, Murong Fei, have never been afraid of anyone!`" Murong Fei retorted without hesitation.
For a mont, heaven and earth grew still. Not a sound could be heard across the vast wilderness.
A single stone had stirred a thousand waves.
With various factions now making their appearance, was the final act of this great battle about to begin?
Chen Yang stood tall and imposing, spear in hand. His indifferent expression remained unchanged, as if he stood immovable against the flow of ti and the changing of seasons.
Throughout his life, he had never known defeat.
He had never known fear.
"`Let's make our move, everyone. Any further delay could lead to unexpected complications,`" said Dugu Xiong, the last to arrive. He paid no more mind to Murong Fei, who was now slowly walking toward the center of the arena.
"`Agreed,`" Li Jiuyang nodded. "`Once that madman Chen Hua cos out of his seclusion, things will get thorny.`"
BOOM!
A violent gale swept across the entire field, and a ferocious killing intent billowed outwards in waves.
Not far away, a silent Chen Jinnan retrieved an ancient Jade Token he had prepared long ago. With a forceful grip of his index and middle fingers, he crushed it. The mont the Jade Token dissolved into dust, glowing inscriptions materialized in the air.
「In a secluded courtyard within the Chen Family's Inner Court.」
A burly middle-aged man over 1.9 ters tall, built like an iron tower, suddenly opened his tightly closed, tiger-like eyes, and a golden light flashed within them.
Returning to the plaza, a voice now rang out over the deathly silent grounds, "Demon Monarch Chen Hua, where are you?"
Everyone, from Chen Yang to all the others, stared at Chen Jinnan in utter astonishnt.
Before any of them could process the shock, a thunderous voice resonated from the heavens, "I am here."
Li Jiuyang was speechless.
Dugu Xiong was speechless.
Everyone was speechless.
The legendary Demon Monarch, Chen Hua… had spoken?
"`My heart thirsts and my blood boils! With this war spear of mine, I shall stain the very heavens red with blood!`"
In an instant, the arena and the world beyond plunged into a profound silence. Even the high-ranking mbers of the major Imperial Clans, who had just issued the Death Order, were struck dumb.
This…
They were at a complete loss for words.
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