The sky was gloomy as the rain intensified.
Chen Yang tilted his head back, staring up at the overcast heavens and letting the rain lash his face. He had never bowed his head in his life, and he never would. Royalty? It's not as if I've never killed them before! So what if I wipe out a royal clan today?
The crowd's wait didn't last long. The Chen Clan royalty had arrived: two elderly n and a young man, striding majestically.
"Is that... is that Great Elder Chen Wenbai and Elder Wu Xing, Chen Dingshan? I heard they both stepped into the Demi-Saint Realm over ten years ago!"
"To send out two Demi-Saints right from the start... they clearly have no intention of giving Chen Yang a chance."
The onlookers, a mix of people from every level of Cangyun City, recognized the two elders almost instantly. Astonished by the Chen Family's profound power, they began to mourn for Chen Yang in silence.
The Chen Family Patriarch, Chen Linan, had yet to appear. More importantly, the family still had its Inner Court—the most terrifying part of the Chen Clan. A single Sovereign could sweep across the eight directions.
Never mind Chen Yang's current strength—even if he had reached the Saint Realm, he was still just one man. Could he possibly withstand the entire might of the Chen Clan's royalty alone?
"Humph!"
The young man following the two elders was Chen Lei. As the eldest son of the Chen Family Patriarch, Chen Linan, his status was beyond question.
Chen Lei was the first to speak, his face twisting with mockery. "A piece of trash who doesn't grasp his own insignificance dares to be this arrogant? Calling you a frog in a well would be a complint. You're trash, plain and simple. What can you do besides overestimate yourself?"
His voice bood, loud enough for everyone to hear clearly.
With that, he leaped onto the city wall. Clasping his hands behind his back, he adopted a superior air, using the higher ground to look down on Chen Yang.
"Where's that crippled father of yours, the so-called grandmaster of Swordsmanship? Didn't he have the guts to co with you? Or did he realize it was a dead end and decide to hide in his shell like a coward?"
Chen Lei's gaze swept across the area before fixing on Chen Yang again. "You even severed your own Chen Family Bloodline Power. Did you really think we'd look up to you for that? Ridiculous!"
Seeing Chen Yang remain silent, this true Descendant of the Chen Clan's Outer Court grew even more insolent. His eyebrows shot up as he pointed a finger at the crowd. "Let remind all of you: the majesty of a royal clan is not to be challenged lightly. If anyone tries, the fate that befalls this piece of trash will be a preview of your own!"
Are they planning to make an example of Chen Yang to display their family's supre authority?
Chen Lei took a step forward, his posture peerless, his figure extraordinary.
"What's wrong? You make a big show of coming here, but now you don't even dare to speak?" Chen Lei snorted. "If I wasn't worried about dirtying my hands, a single slap from would have a cowardly piece of trash like you kneeling on the ground. You carry the Chen Family's blood, yet you have no backbone. You're an embarrassnt."
BANG!
Suddenly and without warning, a gleam of cold light flared into existence and vanished in a heartbeat.
Chen Lei, who had been so imperious monts before, felt his eyes bulge. He was about to take another step when his entire body froze solid.
As Chen Yang's spear tip lowered, he, who had been as still as a statue, slowly raised his head under the gazes of the entire crowd. The instant he did, his pitch-black, profound eyes seed to everyone—Chen Lei included—like a brilliant beacon flashing in the dead of night.
"You—you're courting death!"
Elder Wu Xing, Chen Dingshan, was the first to react. Even he was startled by that gaze. "Young Master, get back!" he roared, lunging forward.
BOOM!
Moving like a bolt of lightning, Chen Dingshan thrust his iron sword forward, unleashing a dazzling shower of sparks.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
Chen Dingshan staggered back several steps, the stone cracking beneath his feet with every impact. When he finally steadied himself, his face was flushed crimson, and the blood and qi churned within him.
Chen Lei was speechless. The crowd was stunned into silence.
What... what was happening? If Elder Wu Xing had been just half a step slower... would this Descendant, who was just spouting such arrogant nonsense, still be alive?
PFFT.
Before the eyes of the crowd, Chen Lei stumbled back a step and sprayed a mouthful of crimson blood. The sight was shocking. Even with Chen Dingshan's intervention, he had only been hit by the shockwave, yet he was severely injured?
This...
This stunning turn of events caught everyone completely off guard, leaving them staring in disbelief.
Blood trickled ceaselessly from the corner of his mouth.
Pale as a sheet, Chen Lei clutched his chest, staring daggers at Chen Yang. A storm of emotions raged within him. How is this possible?! What a humiliation! Deeper still, buried beneath it all, was a thick, murderous intent.
"If you have any real skill, you can co and challenge to a duel. Do you find your incessant barking amusing?" Chen Yang said.
Chen Lei fell silent.
Chen Yang continued, "Do you believe I could crush trash like you with a single finger?"
Chen Lei's face was a mask of fury, but he said nothing.
The entire area was steeped in astonishnt. This Forr Chief Military Commander... he's unimaginably strong!
Standing to the side, Elder Wu Xing, Chen Dingshan, frowned deeply. He could clearly feel a dangerous aura emanating from the young man before him.
"Elders, what are you standing there for? Kill him for !" Chen Lei ordered, his voice deep and resonant. Each word hamred down, sharp and clear.
BOOM!
In an instant, a brilliant light erupted. Chen Dingshan and Chen Wenbai lunged forward from the left and right, their powerful steps making the ancient, green-bricked city tower tremble. Chen Dingshan raised his sword for a mighty downward chop. Chen Wenbai's five fingers, sharp as an eagle's talons, clawed down with the weight of a mountain. Both n unleashed the full power of their cultivation.
As their attacks closed in, the air around Chen Yang grew taut, and his clothes whipped about violently.
WHOOSH!
The longspear shot out, aid straight for Chen Dingshan. Imdiately after, Chen Yang raised a palm to et Chen Wenbai's strike head-on.
CLANG!
Instead of the expected spray of blood, a sound like colliding tal rang out, accompanied by a shower of sparks. The exchange was over in an instant. Chen Wenbai was sent flying backward even faster than he'd approached. First his palm, then his entire arm, exploded inch by inch in mid-air.
anwhile, a flash of cold, silvery light tore through with irresistible force. It shattered Chen Dingshan's iron sword on contact before piercing straight through his chest. The trendous force of the impact carried Chen Dingshan seven or eight ters backward, finally pinning him diagonally to the city wall as the spear tip sank deep into the stone.
A wave of horrified gasps swept through the onlookers. The scene made their hair stand on end and their legs turn to jelly.
"This..." Everyone was utterly stupefied. How... how could he be so powerful?
Chen Yang retrieved his spear without another word and turned his gaze to Chen Lei.
He stood tall and imposing as a mountain, his presence casting an oppressive, suffocating silence over the entire area.
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