Urban Carefree Warrior God Chapter 658 659: Help Revive?!

All of you, feel free to step forward!

With those words, a faint, habitual smile touched Chen Yang's lips. He was calm, composed, and imperturbable. A single step forward left a mark on the white snow, like a proud plum blossom blooming in defiance of the frost.

Though he had been gone for nearly a year, he was the sa man as ever, a figure who commanded the attention of thousands. With a war saber in hand and astride a charging steed, he was born to be king. He bore responsibility on one shoulder and glory on the other. Wherever Chen Yang set foot, even the Bright Moon itself would dim and lose its luster.

In fact, ever since the news of Chen Yang's return had spread the previous night, countless people in Cangyun City had been eagerly anticipating the arrival of the Forr Chief Military Commander. They just wanted to know if this man, who had earned such illustrious honors for their holand, was still alive. Today, their wish was finally granted.

"How could he possibly die? How?!"

"But in the end, he turned the blade on himself. I fear we'll never see his forr charm and brilliance again."

After their initial astonishnt, a wave of complex emotions followed. To be blunt, the once-mighty hero had likely faded into the annals of history. How could they not feel a sense of loss?

In the past, he wore the Python Sparrow Devouring Dragon armor and stood at the pinnacle of the Five Directions Martial Guards. With a sweep of his hand, millions of Martial Guards would don their armor and raise their war sabers to answer his call. He was a man who could command the winds and overturn the seas.

But now… he was all alone, with no one by his side. Looking at his current state—unshaven and utterly coarse—where was the dazzling radiance of his forr days?

The vast Cangyun City was packed, with its main thoroughfares crowded with spectators. The streets were lined with dense throngs of people. Against the backdrop of drifting snow, Chen Yang was like a solitary traveler, a swordsman treading a lonely path. In this wide world, he had no companions. The sight of his desolation and solitude sent a sharp pang of pain through the hearts of many. Their eyes reddened, and tears welled up. Was he determined to bear it all, even if it ant standing alone?

However, the man trudging through the snow with a war saber in hand was not soone to be underestimated. This was especially true for the nobles and distinguished families who had co with their own intentions. They were all on edge. The impression he had left eight months ago was simply too profound, a nightmare that constantly haunted their minds.

First ca the battle at Chilian Peak, then the chase along the Eight Hundred Li of the Hongzhi River, and finally, the fight by the Qingyuan River, where he had slain several high-ranking mbers of the imperial clan.

Everyone knew he was now a cripple, unable to display his forr grace and no longer a threat. But when faced with such a ferocious man in person, before any conflict had even begun, who would dare to be the first to test his edge?

SWISH. SWISH. SWISH.

The cold wind carried flurries of snow. His war saber glinted coldly, trembling slightly in his grip. Wherever Chen Yang passed, the squads responsible for maintaining order respectfully stepped aside without exception.

This silent deference hung in the air until—

WHOOSH!

From the crowd beside them, a towering, robust figure suddenly shot out, landing by Chen Yang's side and taking the black umbrella from his hand.

Chen Yang wasn't surprised. He smiled casually. "You're right on ti."

"How could I not be where you are?" Yang Hu flashed a toothy grin, then paused, intentionally falling half a step behind Chen Yang.

The vast plaza was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Not far away stood a proud young man dressed in luxurious casual clothing, his hands clasped behind his back. From the mont Chen Yang had appeared, he had maintained a rigid posture, and his gaze shifted as Chen Yang drew closer. His initial disdain and blatant provocation had diminished slightly, but he forcefully maintained the facade.

As Chen Yang's gaze swept over, Yang Hu prompted him. Chen Yang's eyes then turned back and settled on the young man, scrutinizing him.

HUMM!

The young man felt as if he had been struck by lightning. A bone-deep chill instantly spread through his entire body.

Chen Yang simply smiled and continued walking forward, his gaze never leaving him.

This young man, Gan Haotian, clenched his jaw and struggled to maintain the lofty posture he had struck, but an ominous premonition inexplicably blood in his heart. After his public statents the previous night, everyone knew who he was, and he was now in the eye of the storm.

People had expected an evenly matched standoff between the two, but it seed… with just a single glance, Mr. Gan was already terrified and struggling to keep his composure.

"Gan Haotian, Chen Yang is here. Why aren't you stepping forward?" a troublemaker in the crowd shouted, shattering the silence and invisibly forcing Gan Haotian's hand.

Fuck your mother! Gan Haotian's face flushed crimson as he cursed inwardly. Before he could even recover his senses, Chen Yang had walked up and was now standing right in front of him.

"So it's you?" Chen Yang glanced at Gan Haotian. "You look old enough."

What… what does that an?

Gan Haotian hesitated for a mont before replying with feigned calm, "I'm twenty-eight. That's not really old."

SLAP.

Chen Yang raised his hand and delivered a powerful slap. The sudden, sharp crack of the impact made everyone's heart tremble. Five clear red fingerprints instantly appeared on Gan Haotian's cheek.

Gan Haotian: "..."

The crowd: "..."

Who would have thought this man was as decisive and swift as ever? Everyone was secretly astounded.

Gan Haotian was completely stunned. This guy… he just asked my age. Why did he suddenly hit ?

"You…" Gan Haotian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face burning with sha and anger.

"You're almost thirty; you should know better. Yet you're here cursing in the street like a shrew. Have you no manners at all?" Chen Yang continued.

What the fuck?! Gan Haotian's eyes went wide, and he nearly fainted from rage. If it had been so old man, that would be one thing, but this guy is only a year older than ! And he's lecturing like an elder? Is he treating like a child?

The most infuriating part was that he was a thirteenth-rank Fist Master. He should not have been caught off guard like this. Yet, the reality was that he had just been slapped in front of everyone.

"Do you understand now?" Chen Yang asked.

Gan Haotian: "..."

"Insolence!" An elder from the Gan Family stepped forward. "Have you no consideration for the occasion? We are all people of status. If you escalate this, no one will benefit."

Chen Yang glanced at him, then grabbed Gan Haotian by the neck. "Since you know what occasion this is, why are you wearing such gaudy clothes? Is this your way of showing respect for the deceased?"

Gan Haotian froze. He had co to cause trouble, so of course he hadn't paid any attention to his attire. But now that it had been pointed out, under the intense scrutiny of the surrounding crowd, he felt as if needles were pricking his back. He grew increasingly uncomfortable.

"How about we strip them off you?"

Gan Haotian: "..."

"Are you going to do it yourself, or shall I?" Yang Hu chid in, his interest palpable.

Gan Haotian's rage finally exploded. "I'll wear whatever the hell I want!" he retorted arrogantly. "It's not your place to stand here and criticize !"

He sneered, "What right does a cripple like you, whose bloodline has been severed, have to point fingers at ?"

Chen Yang raised the war saber in his hand, letting the snowflakes settle on the blade. "This war saber of mine," he said calmly, "do you think it's sharp enough?"

His sudden words made the already tense atmosphere crackle. Many in the crowd held their breath. Was he about to make a scene?

"..."