In an instant, the vast arena fell silent, as still as death.
Without exception, everyone stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded at the figure on the tall horse receding into the distance.
While they were terrified by his combat power, they were also utterly astonished.
Has this man recovered his strength?
Everyone knew that nearly a year ago, after dominating the battlefield by the Qingyuan River, Chen Yang had severed his own Bloodline Power to cut ties with the Chen Clan. In that mont, he fell from the Half-Saint Realm, becoming a re mortal.
Logically, even if he had survived the ordeal, rebuilding his cultivation would have been no easy feat.
So how could he, in less than a year, slay Gu Qing of the Biluo Sword Valley with a three-inch sword projection?
This clearly wasn't because Gu Qing was too weak; as a mber of the Biluo Sword Valley, how weak could he possibly be?
It was because Chen Yang was too strong!
"Has the Supre Martial Commander already recovered to the Half-Saint Realm?"
"No wonder people from the four great royal families said Chen Yang was the only prodigy in the world with a chance to transcend the Saint Realm and step into Divine Conquest."
This is heaven-defying!
As discussions erupted, cries of shock and gasps of astonishnt echoed throughout the arena.
If it was true that Chen Yang had returned to the Half-Saint Realm...
"The four great royal families, who have only just settled down, will likely be thrown into turmoil again. What follows will surely be another bloody storm."
"And for Chen Yang to make such a high-profile appearance, this..."
The onlookers couldn't help but twitch their eyes, their expressions shifting rapidly. The excitent was palpable, with many even flushing in anticipation of what was to co.
So, however, were frozen in disbelief.
Many Fist Masters spend their entire lives unable to break through the thirteenth level to beco a Thousand-Faced Yama, let alone reach the even higher Half-Saint Realm. Now, seeing soone who could recover even after having his bloodline stripped away, how could they possibly feel at ease?
We might actually witness the birth of a Divine Conquest in our lifeti. Of course, that's provided he can survive the combined assault of the four great royal families and the noble houses.
This statent hit the nail on the head.
The four great royal families and a handful of nobles, long accustod to their monopoly and to towering over all beings, would never allow soone who could surpass them to exist.
They could only ruthlessly crush such a threat.
The last battle by the Qingyuan River, which ended with Chen Yang severing his own bloodline, was thought to have brought an incomplete close to the conflict between these titans.
But now, it seed that was rely a dash—one pointing toward an even greater struggle in the future.
And that future was likely not far off.
TSK, TSK, this guy is as decisive as ever. He never wastes a single word.
Treat life and death with indifference; if you don't submit, you fight!
But as their gazes fell upon Gu Qing, collapsed on the ground with his life fading away, a deep chill surged through their hearts.
He was a man from the Biluo Sword Valley of Yuning Mountain, an organization far more formidable than the Gan Family of the Xuanse Sect. In terms of influence, they were likely on par with the four great royal families.
Gu Qing, who had been traveling, was invited by the Great Elder to attend this banquet, only to be slain here.
This was a stinging slap in the face to both the Biluo Sword Valley and the Great Elder.
Clearly, the forr Commander had no intention of giving this newly appointed Great Elder any face at all.
Most importantly, it was rumored that Gu Qing was not traveling alone. A sword master nad Gu Liangren, who was not only his senior disciple but also his biological elder brother, was with him.
What would Gu Liangren think when he received this news?
"To be honest, Gu Qing was courting death. Why did he have to be the one to stick his neck out and try to stomp on the Supre Martial Commander?"
"He was simply outmatched. In the end, he was nothing but a buffoon who brought this upon himself."
Opinions on the matter were polarized.
One side believed Chen Yang had acted recklessly. The four great royal families were already a massive problem, yet he had foolishly provoked soone from the Biluo Sword Valley.
The others, however, applauded the act, believing Gu Qing got what he deserved.
"Chen Yang!"
After a brief mont of shock, Song Yanming, who was at the head of the group, saw Gu Qing's lifeless body and spun around. He stared at Chen Yang with a venomous glare. "You have so nerve! How dare you kill soone here?!"
"HA!" Yang Hu scoffed, eting his challenge head-on. "Are you blind? That cur just insulted my Boss, didn't you see?"
"Or was he one of your n to begin with?"
"You..." Song Yanming's face darkened, and he said coldly, "He was from the Biluo Sword Valley and a guest of the Great Elder."
"Or did you deliberately plant him here to disgust us?" Yang Hu retorted.
Song Yanming was left speechless.
"In any case, you can't kill people here!" Song Yanming rebuked angrily.
Chen Yang glanced over. "I did kill him. So what?"
HISS!
An inexplicable chill shot through Song Yanming's body. That gaze was terrifying, and the sword strike from before had shaken him to his core.
What is this man's strength right now?
"HMPH!"
Without another word, Song Yanming shook his reins and rode straight toward the Elders' Court.
At that mont, the Elders' Court was bustling with activity.
Groups of distinguished-looking individuals gathered in twos and threes, clinking glasses as laughter echoed through the air.
As Chen Yang observed the scene, a sneer gradually ford on his lips. The Elders' Court should have been a place of solemn dignity, yet it had beco a den of debauchery, reeking of at and wine.
Upon entering the court, Song Yanming quickly departed. He had to report Gu Qing's death to the Great Elder imdiately. More importantly, he had to report on Chen Yang's terrifying strength.
anwhile, everyone else's attention shifted to Chen Yang.
So, seeing him for the first ti, scrutinized him from head to toe.
Chen Yang paid them no mind, his gaze sweeping across the crowd as he searched for Jin Zheng and Wu Xing.
In the most remote corner, Chen Yang spotted the two Elders. They sat with blank expressions, their cold eyes watching the scene unfold.
For them, this was undoubtedly the most humiliating mont of their lives.
What kind of place has this beco? This is simply outrageous!
Before Chen Yang's arrival, many of the conversations had centered on these two Elders, filled with mockery and ridicule, completely without fear.
The new generation was replacing the old.
These two n, once powerful and feared, had fallen so far that anyone felt they could jeer at them.
Heh.
The coldness of human nature was truly appalling.
Just then, a burly, crew-cut man in a top-of-the-line tailored suit walked up to Jin Zheng and Wu Xing, one hand on his hip and the other holding a glass of wine.
"Elders, it's a happy occasion. Why the long faces? Anyone would think soone owes you money," the man said.
Using his height to his advantage and with a deliberately condescending air, the middle-aged man grinned. "Co, Elders. I, Xiong Yi, propose a toast."
However, both Jin Zheng and Wu Xing remained motionless, ignoring him completely.
For them, to drink even a single glass of wine here today would be an insult.
"What, not giving any face?"
Seeing the two Elders ignore him, the man nad Xiong Yi didn't get angry. Instead, he unbuttoned his suit jacket and laughed heartily. "You had the sa deadpan look on your faces when you expelled back then, didn't you?"
SLAM.
Xiong Yi grabbed two more glasses of wine and smashed them down on the table in front of the two Elders. "Today, you're drinking this wine whether you want to or not!"
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