"You still dare to disrespect your superiors? Such audacity!" Chang Wei's shifty eyes narrowed into slits. As she shouted angrily, she pointed at Chen Yang.
SCRAPE!
The iron sword struck the ground, emitting a grating clang as sparks shot forth.
"This..."
Chang Wei, who had just been haughty and sarcastic, flinched. Her eyes contracted as she involuntarily took two steps back, only to be stopped by a withered hand reaching out from a black robe to gently prop her up. It saved her a sliver of face.
"Without Chen Hua to back you, you, a self-mutilated wretch, dare to act fierce in front of the Chen Family?"
A hunched old crone, shrouded in a black robe, had deep-set eyes and her hands tucked into her sleeves. She squinted her jaundiced eyes, staring at Chen Yang like a venomous snake. Taking a slow step forward, she let out an eerie laugh, shielding Chang Wei behind her.
"Madam Hai."
Still shaken, Chang Wei patted her ample chest and took another step back, finally heaving a sigh of relief. Then, lifting her head with the arrogance of a hen, she bared her teeth and sneered, "You cripple, you still want to make a move on ? Co on, I'll just stand right here. If you have the guts, co at ."
With that, Chang Wei extended a fair hand and crooked a finger at Chen Yang.
"Since we've run into each other today, why don't you take a guess? On that fateful night, Chen Jinnan and that bitch Liu Xu were highly skilled, so why were they so feeble they couldn't even use half their strength?"
"I wonder if that waste Chen Jinnan ever told you about that?"
Chang Wei blinked, then bent over with an exaggerated laugh. She looked as if she were recounting sothing she was imnsely proud of, a remarkable achievent.
At her side, Chen Jinnan clenched his teeth, his entire body trembling, his eyes bloodshot.
Chen Yang stopped, quietly waiting for her to continue.
Seeing Chen Jinnan's state only made Chang Wei more pleased. With a supercilious lift of her little finger, she glanced disdainfully at Chen Yang before proudly declaring, "It was I who drugged their tea back then."
"If you think about it, that makes a hero of the Chen Family."
This revival of old grievances was a clear provocation, intended to make Chen Yang explode with helpless rage.
She had indeed achieved her goal. Chen Yang's fingers, gripping the iron sword, creaked and turned pale as his whole body began to tremble.
Seeing her objective t, Chang Wei didn't hold back. Instead, she laughed louder. "If anyone's to bla, it's that bitch Liu Xu herself. She ca from Yuning Mountain, yet she was naive enough to consider her best friend. It's hilarious."
"Without her trust, I never would have been able to poison them, haha..."
Chang Wei chuckled with satisfaction, then pointed a gracefully poised finger at Chen Yang. "Little cripple, are you in great pain? Feeling suffocated? Don't you just wish you could cut down with one swing of your sword?"
"I just love seeing you despise , yet be completely unable to do anything about it."
Madam Hai sneered from the side, "If he dares move a muscle, he dies."
"Heh heh."
Chang Wei grew even more smug, her face beaming as she swayed back and forth with exaggerated movents—the very picture of a petty villain gloating.
Chen Yang lifted a corner of his robe and slowly wiped his iron sword. Without looking up, he said indifferently, "So, you're saying my mother treated you as her best friend, but you stabbed her in the back and poisoned her?"
"Wasn't I clear enough just now?" Chang Wei retorted.
"Stabbing a friend in the back is a despicable act, yet not only do you feel no sha, you stand here bragging about it. Is this your upbringing?" Chen Yang's voice was flat. "Or are you just an animal?"
Chang Wei was speechless.
Her face, caked in a thick layer of powder, visibly twitched. She snapped coldly, "It's not up to a cripple like you to judge how I conduct myself."
"Besides running your mouth, what else can you do?"
SWISH!
Under Chen Yang's ticulous polishing, the iron sword now glead with a razor-sharp, cold light.
Yang Hu moved to intervene, but Chen Yang held up a hand to stop him. "I'll handle this myself."
"Hehe..." Chang Wei rocked with laughter. "Look at the two of you, putting on a show. Anyone who didn't know better would think you're so big shots. It's ridiculous."
"I, Chen, am indeed no great figure," Chen Yang said, his voice even. "But slaughtering an animal is hardly a difficult task."
Madam Hai's gaze turned sinister. She stepped forward, chastising Chen Yang to his face, "You dare!"
"What is there not to dare? Do you truly think that after severing my ties to the Chen Family's Bloodline Power, I've beco so cripple anyone can bully?" Chen Yang looked up, his glacial eyes flashing with killing intent.
An inexplicable chill washed over Chang Wei, freezing her to the core.
SWISH!
Chen Yang raised his arm, bringing the sword down in a powerful arc.
"You son of a bitch! A waste who crippled his own bloodline dares to be so insolent before ? Who gave you the nerve?"
Madam Hai lunged forward, raising a skeletal palm to strike directly at Chen Yang's head.
BOOM!
The force of the blow ripped through the air with a piercing roar. A strike like this could shatter not just a person, but a block of solid granite.
Instead, blood splattered through the air.
Caught completely off guard, the old crone stumbled back several steps, nearly falling flat on her face.
WHOOSH.
An iron sword ca to rest against her throat.
"This..."
The old crone's face, already twisted in pain, contorted further as her deeply sunken eyes widened in absolute horror.
H-how is this possible?!
During the battle on the banks of the Qingyuan River, countless people had watched him strike himself, severing his connection to the Bloodline Power of the Chen Family. Yet...
Before him, she found she couldn't even muster the strength to fight back.
Not just her, but Chang Wei and the rest of the Chen Family entourage stood frozen like statues, staring at the young man with the iron sword. He stood there, grave and world-weary.
Wasn't he crippled?
"Impossible!" the old crone roared in disbelief once she regained her senses.
She was a tenth-rank Fist Master. So what was he?
Even Chen Jinnan, Yang Hu, and Qin Qiu were montarily stunned. Chen Yang had spent all his ti in quiet ditation and breathing exercises. Unwilling to distress him, they had never asked about his progress.
But now...
The three of them exchanged subconscious glances.
"My life may have been short, but I have never relied on external power, whether in my own cultivation or in leading n into battle," Chen Yang stated indifferently. "Your precious Bloodline Power might be sothing remarkable in your eyes, but to , it's insignificant."
"You... you..."
The old crone's eyes looked as if they might split from rage. She finally understood. This young man's talent far surpassed anyone's imagination. History had its share of prodigies who had shattered their own foundations only to rise from the ashes, but they were one in a million, exceedingly rare.
Crucially, once such a person rebuilt themself, they were like a phoenix reborn, soaring to unimaginable heights. No wonder the four great clans had said he had the qualifications to challenge for Divine Conquest.
"You must die!" the old crone shrieked with all her might. If he was given ti, who could possibly stop his rise?
SLICE.
The sword's edge flashed. The old crone's throat was cut open, and blood gushed out. Clutching her neck, she collapsed, her eyes wide with utter unwillingness to accept her fate.
Chen Yang turned his gaze to Chang Wei. "It is a true sha my mother once considered you a good friend."
Chang Wei was speechless.
She had planned to trample him, to assert her superiority and revel in her status. To that end, she had repeatedly shed all pretense and crowed with arrogance. Now, her contempt and recklessness had finally brought ruin upon herself.
BOOM!
Tired of words, Chen Yang kicked Chang Wei to the ground and stomped viciously on her face. Her head reeled, and she spat out a mouthful of crimson blood, as pathetic as a stray dog.
The other mbers of the Chen Family all scrambled backward, daring not to move. They pretended to see nothing, so even turning their heads to look away.
There's a saying: a man's na casts a long shadow. Chen Yang's formidable reputation needed no introduction. They had thought he was a helpless cripple they could toy with for sport, but instead...
Is this... the return of a king?
If news of this got out, it would undoubtedly trigger another bloodbath.
Chen Yang glanced down at Chang Wei. He raised his iron sword and, with a completely expressionless face, brought the blade down.
Chang Wei's eyes bulged wide, then just as quickly dimd.
Chen Yang turned and walked toward his mother's tombstone.
Everyone stood in stunned silence.
The scene was too visually shocking. Even Chen Jinnan was visibly moved.
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