"With my war spear, I shall stain the azure sky with blood."
Chen Hua's war spear was the nightmare of an era, having once stained half the sky with blood. After twenty-eight years of silence, would it now reveal the exceptional glory of its pri?
The voice carried no edge, yet the impact on those present was imasurable. Their expressions shifted wildly, and none dared to act rashly. The reason was simple: the na "Chen Hua." He was the symbol of an era, a great mountain pressing down on countless hearts. They had thought he had retired from the world, yet here he was, reappearing among them. A single sentence spoken across the void was enough to reduce everyone to a profound silence.
"Brother, what happened twenty-eight years ago will not happen again." The tone was nonchalant, betraying little emotion. It sounded like brothers catching up after a long separation. Reminiscing about the past should have brought a flood of emotions, yet all of it was condensed into this single sentence.
Twenty-eight years ago, I was wandering far from ho and couldn't return in ti. I managed to kill so of them, but I could never bring back the family I had lost. But now, as long as I, Chen Hua, am here, I will cross mountains and seas to shatter this world and ensure such a regret is never born again, even if we are a thousand miles apart.
"Let's not speak of the past," Chen Jinnan said, his hands behind his back. A faint, bitterly sad smile touched his lips. In life, so things can be left in the past, but others can never be overco. How could anyone get over the slaughter of their loved ones, of their entire family? For a mont, all of Cangyun City fell deathly silent, as if ti itself had frozen.
This far-reaching conflict had finally drawn out a true titan: the God of Killing! Though his voice was heard, he remained unseen. Yet, intangibly, a thrill of terror rising from the depths of their souls sent a chill through everyone, silencing the mbers of the royal families for a long ti. That was the Demon Monarch, Chen Hua.
Had they forgotten? Twenty-eight years ago, after the Chen Family's internal strife erupted, that very Demon Monarch had charged into the family's Inner Court with his spear. The tales of that day were of a bloodbath, of ghostly wails and howling wolves amidst fields of corpses. He was like a ferocious primordial beast, completely unstoppable. If the Old Sovereign hadn't personally intervened to stop his slaughter for the sake of the Chen Family's future, the entire Chen Royal Clan might have been annihilated by that spear on that rainy night. Who would dare to ignore the presence of such a ruthless man, even if he had yet to appear?
"Brothers, what do we do now?" Tang Renfeng asked, a hint of panic in his voice as he subconsciously glanced at Li Jiuyang and Dugu Xiong beside him. From the beginning, they all knew they had to kill Chen Yang before Chen Hua erged from his seclusion. The longer they waited, the more unpredictable things would beco. And yet, their n had been utterly useless. In the end, the Demon Monarch Chen Hua had intervened after all.
"Let's wait and see," Li Jiuyang replied. The man who had been so relaxed and carefree just monts ago now wore a grave expression, his brow deeply furrowed. He looked like a different person entirely.
"Hmph!" Dugu Xiong, however, let out a cold laugh after a mont's thought. "He's just speaking from a distance. It's obvious he's trapped in the Chen residence and can't get out. What's there to fear? Chen Hua's combat prowess may be unmatched, but it's naïve to think a single sentence can scare us away." Dugu Xiong had been waiting, and Chen Hua's failure to appear spoke volus.
Hearing this, Li Jiuyang and Tang Renfeng exchanged a look and nodded in agreent. Indeed. Did he really think he could scare us off with a shout from afar? He's overestimating himself and underestimating us. As long as we kill Chen Yang today and retreat to the safety of our royal families, what can he do? No matter how powerful Chen Hua is, he wouldn't dare attack our gates alone, would he? The thought made Li Jiuyang and Tang Renfeng chuckle.
"I'll hold off Murong Fei. You two kill him. Make it quick." Having made his decision, Dugu Xiong wasted no ti. He laid out the plan and turned, his hawk-like eyes locking onto the white-robed Murong Fei.
At this mont, Murong Fei was no longer alone. The old Taoist Chu Yushan and the old monk Jingkong stood by his side.
"Go."
"Kill!"
Li Jiuyang and Tang Renfeng nodded in unison. But just as they were about to attack, their heads snapped up, their gazes fixed on the direction of the Chen Family estate. They weren't the only ones; nearly everyone present turned to look.
BOOM!!
A sonic boom, like that of a low-flying jet, tore through the air, seeming to explode in the sky above. The deafening roar made everyone's ears ache and their Divine Spirit tremble.
Soon, a golden spear appeared in their line of sight. It was as thick as an infant's arm, with a heavy, inverted triangular head. Two deep blood grooves on the spearhead were ghastly to behold as it hurtled toward them at an impossible speed, carrying an overwhelming aura of sharpness.
"That's... That's..."
Before anyone could fully react, the source of the violent sonic boom arrived, and its impact was devastating.
BOOM!
The spear slamd into the ground, burying itself halfway into the stone floor. It blasted a deep crater, and cracks as thick as a man's arm radiated outward in all directions. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring the sky. Everyone stared in stunned silence.
GULP.
The sight was shocking. Even the three high-ranking mbers of the royal families—Li Jiuyang, Tang Renfeng, and Dugu Xiong—narrowed their eyes and swallowed hard. The psychological impact of this war spear was imnse. Twenty-eight years ago, this very spear had oppressed an entire generation, making it impossible for them to even raise their heads. It had left a deep and lasting psychological scar.
"That's Chen Hua's war spear!"
"But why isn't he here?"
After a brief hush, a wave of discussion erupted. Li Jiuyang and Tang Renfeng, who had been on the verge of attacking, froze in place, not daring to move.
"Hmph!" Dugu Xiong sneered again. "What's there to fear? This only proves he's truly trapped within the Chen Family estate and can't appear in person. When verbal threats failed, he threw his spear. Did he really think that would be enough to intimidate us? Chen Hua, are you just naïve, or do you take us for weaklings?"
WHOOSH!
The brilliant golden spear shot up from the ground, turned its tip, and flew straight at Dugu Xiong.
"Arrogant!" Dugu Xiong's eyes narrowed as he moved to intercept it. But the spear was indomitable, shredding every one of his attacks. In a flash, it was upon him.
SHIIK!
The spear pierced Dugu Xiong's chest, dragging a spray of blood behind it. The protector of the Dugu Royal Family was hoisted into the air, impaled.
"For a jumping clown like you, this spear is more than enough," Chen Hua's voice bood down from the heavens, his tone filled with utter disdain.
Dugu Xiong was speechless.
"You... Are you declaring war on my Dugu Royal Family?" Impaled on the spear, Dugu Xiong looked as if he'd been struck by lightning. His face went deathly pale, all traces of his previous arrogance gone.
But the spear simply vibrated, and Dugu Xiong's body instantly shattered into pieces.
Everyone was dumbfounded by the scene. Who could have imagined the Demon Monarch would be so ruthless and decisive, killing a protector of a Royal Family so easily?
"That was a protector of the Dugu Royal Family... and he's dead? Just like that?"
A wave of nervous swallowing rippled through the crowd, their scalps tingling with fear. Standing closest to the explosion of gore, Li Jiuyang and Tang Renfeng were spattered with blood. They stood frozen, their faces a morable mask of terror and humiliation.
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