The sudden commotion instantly drew the attention of everyone present.
Moreover, it just so happened to coincide with Chen Yang's arrival.
It didn't take a genius to figure out that this middle-aged man nad Xiong Yi, by suddenly picking a fight with the two Elders, was clearly putting on a show for Chen Yang to viciously humiliate the forr Supre Martial Commander. At the sa ti, he could trample on these two Elders who had already lost their real power. While gaining a sense of superiority and satisfaction, he could also curry favor with the newly appointed Great Elder. This maneuver was a classic case of killing three birds with one stone.
As a result, while many marveled at Xiong Yi's cleverness, they also turned their gazes to the two Elders, ready to enjoy the show.
And how would the forr Supre Martial Commander respond? Haha… How very interesting.
Ten years ago, Xiong Yi had been a mber of the Martial Departnt, holding the high rank of a Seventh-Rank Military General. However, due to his peculiar tastes in won and his general misconduct, a group of his female subordinates jointly reported him. In the end, it was these two Elders who stripped him of his military position and expelled him from the Martial Departnt.
He had been furious but dared not speak out back then. Now, however, tis had changed. Seeing his current deanor and aggressive actions, he clearly intended to settle the old score.
Xiong Yi reveled in being the center of everyone's attention. The smile on his face grew wider as he intentionally glanced back at Chen Yang, his provocative intent plain to see.
"You must have been quite happy when you stripped of my position back then, right?"
Xiong Yi stared coldly at the two Elders before him. He leisurely lit a cigar, took a deep drag, and blew a puff of smoke in their direction before cackling sinisterly, "Today, I'm quite happy myself."
"What goes around cos around, isn't it?" Xiong Yi continued. "Seeing as you two old fossils are about to kick the bucket, I, the magnanimous Xiong Yi, won't make you kneel and apologize to ."
"Drink this wine, tell you're sorry, and we'll let this go. Otherwise..." Xiong Yi's mouth twisted into a malicious grin. "I've made a na for myself over the years. Toying with a couple of old guys shouldn't be too difficult."
"Drink it!"
Seeing the two Elders still ignoring him, Xiong Yi started to lose face and bellowed furiously, "I'm offering you a way out; don't be shaless!"
As the saying goes, a grounded phoenix is less than a chicken. It has been this way since ancient tis.
Isn't this the ultimate expression of humanity's vileness?
"Xiong Yi?" Wu Xing, who was usually a man of few words, spoke up first. He stated indifferently, "Thinking back on it now, I believe the best thing I've ever done in my life, aside from staunchly supporting Chen Yang, was stripping you of your rank."
"Besides, for a man in his forties, you should have so basic decorum."
"Hah!" Xiong Yi laughed at once. "What? Still trying to teach how to act at a ti like this? Do you really think you're still so big shot, huh?!"
With that, Xiong Yi raised the glass in his hand and flung the wine straight at Wu Xing.
WHOOSH.
Yang Hu darted out in a single stride, blocking the splashing wine with his hand. He stared nacingly at Xiong Yi and said, "I think you're courting death."
Xiong Yi was visibly stunned, and just as he was about to make a move, a voice cut in.
"What's with all this hostility?"
The sudden remark broke the tense atmosphere. Everyone present turned toward the source of the voice, bowing respectfully in unison.
"Greetings, Great Elder."
"We pay our respects to the Great Elder."
An old man approached slowly. He was dressed in black finery, his hair and beard streaked with white. Though not tall, he carried the imnse aura of a superior. He sported a gray Fu Manchu mustache and had a very amiable expression. He walked with his hands clasped behind his back, nodding slightly at the crowd. His kindly brow and gentle eyes gave him the air of a friendly neighborhood grandfather, naturally inspiring goodwill in others.
But those who knew him understood he was no kind soul. He was an utterly ruthless man, one who hid a dagger behind his smile and could kill without leaving a trace.
Finally, his gaze fell on Chen Yang, his eyes profound and deep. Song Yanming had already given him a detailed account of what had just happened outside.
Has this fellow recovered his strength?
"Heh..." The Great Elder, Luo Yunhai, smiled faintly and instructed Song Yanming, "Go, pour a glass of wine for our forr Commander."
"Yes, Great Elder," Song Yanming replied as he approached, a smile on his face that wasn't quite a smile.
"You're the first person to ever host a banquet in a place like this, Luo Yunhai," Chen Yang said, turning to stare indifferently at him.
A single sentence. The atmosphere instantly grew tense, thick with fluctuating killing intent.
Many felt their hearts tremble, a flash of shock and anxiety in their eyes.
He's being completely direct, not giving an inch of face?
But before Luo Yunhai could speak, WHOOSH.
Chen Yang appeared before Xiong Yi, squinting. "Repeat what you just said for ."
Xiong Yi: "..."
"Chen Yang, what do you think you're doing?" Song Yanming stepped forward quickly, chiding him.
Unmoved, Chen Yang retorted, "A piece of trash dismissed by the Martial Departnt like you dares to act so presumptuously before two Elders? Who gave you the audacity?"
"What's it to you?" With Song Yanming and the Great Elder backing him, Xiong Yi was brimming with confidence. He sneered back, "You, a re cripple, dare to yell at ? Do you really think you're sobody?"
As the vulgar words escaped him, a look of utter mockery began to form on his face, but before it could spread, his expression froze solid.
Instinctively, Xiong Yi looked down. He saw a shocking amount of blood gushing from his neck.
My neck... it's been pierced through?
Xiong Yi: "..."
Everyone: "..."
THUD!
Xiong Yi collapsed to the ground. He clutched at his neck, his eyes wide as he watched the blood pour out, and finally fell face-first.
He was dead.
Only a warm pool of blood remained, slowly seeping into the ground.
He's... dead? Just like that? But this is the Elders' Court! Great Elder Luo Yunhai is right here! To kill soone in the Elders' Court, right in front of the Great Elder's face...?
The scene plunged into a dead silence.
Not far away, the smile on Luo Yunhai's face vanished in an instant, replaced by an expression of absolute gloom. Though Xiong Yi was just a minor lackey, this was a direct slap to his face.
"The gall of you!" Song Yanming was the first to find his voice, his face livid as he pointed at Chen Yang. "You kill at the slightest disagreent! Do you think you're the Heavenly King himself?"
"Anyone who dares to insult an Elder of the Elders' Court deserves death," Chen Yang replied calmly to the Eighth-Rank Military General's accusation.
"Hah!" Song Yanming laughed furiously. "They're just two washed-up old n. You really think they still matter?"
"And you really think killing Gu Qing is enough to make fear you?"
A faint smile touched the corners of Chen Yang's lips.
Then, a flash of cold light reappeared.
Song Yanming's pupils shrank. The scene reminded him of the mont just before Gu Qing's death. He instinctively backed away.
But Chen Yang had already turned to face the two Elders, Jin Zheng and Wu Xing.
At the sa ti, he said casually, "With my sword drawn three parts, I fell the naless. With it drawn four parts, I slay the paragons of the martial path."
"You don't have to fear . But I can kill you."
As his words faded, Song Yanming, who had been brimming with killing intent just a second before, fell stiffly to the ground, all signs of life extinguished.
In an instant, everyone was dumbfounded.
A four-inch draw, killing without leaving a trace?
"..."
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