"This..."
Chen Lei, whose killing intent had surged just monts ago, subconsciously retreated several steps, his wide eyes filled with astonishnt and utter disbelief.
How is this possible? Those were two Half-Saint experts, yet one is dead and the other injured after a single exchange?
Chen Lei panted heavily, and the atmosphere on the field grew incredibly tense.
Chen Yang tugged at the corner of his mouth. The smile seed warm, but in Chen Lei's eyes, it made his heart lurch as if he had plumted into an ice cave.
"What else do you want?" Chen Lei roared instinctively upon seeing Chen Yang approach with the blood-dripping spear, his hair standing on end.
"Soone like you dares to claim you could slap to my knees with a single hand?" Chen Yang asked earnestly, tilting his head.
Chen Lei was speechless.
"Hmph!" After his expression shifted several tis, Chen Lei argued defiantly, "You just used so despicable trick! Soone like you isn't worthy of being my opponent."
With so many people watching, Chen Lei, as the Young Master of the Chen Family, couldn't bear the loss of face.
"Is that so?" Chen Yang glanced at him indifferently and smiled. "Well then, are you ready?"
BOOM!
Chen Yang stood perfectly still. He simply opened his hand and swung it in a forceful slap.
"You dare!"
SLAP.
As Chen Lei shouted, Chen Yang's palm descended. The rather handso and martial-looking Chen Lei was struck so hard his skin split open, his flesh burst, and his features twisted in pain. From start to finish, he had no chance to fight back.
"Answer ," Chen Yang demanded, staring at him. "Soone like you thought you could make kneel with a single slap?"
Chen Lei remained silent.
"Hmph?!"
Another slap sent his head reeling. Chen Lei's entire face beca a blur of blood and flesh. Dizzy and throbbing, he felt large swaths of blood drip down, staining his robes red.
This…
Chen Lei staggered, the piercing pain bringing with it endless streams of blood, making it difficult for him to stay on his feet. He was the Young Master of the Chen Family, yet he had t such a miserable fate. To the surrounding crowd, it was both unexpected and astonishing.
"You're nothing but a sharp-tongued waste," Chen Yang said, his gaze icy and brimming with killing intent.
But at this very mont, a voice rang out.
"Chen Yang, you've grown arrogant."
The abrupt statent echoed from within the Chen Family Ancestral Mansion, resonating like a clap of thunder that exploded across the sky. Imdiately afterward, a giant hand reached out through the air from the Ancestral Mansion. Wreathed in a powerful, howling gale, it shot straight for the city gate tower.
The palm print wasn't large, but it gave off an oppressive feeling, as if it could eclipse the sun and cover the entire world.
The Saint realm? Chen Yang's eyes narrowed into slits as he murmured to himself.
After all, Chen Dingshan and Chen Wenbai were only Half-Saints, also known as Pseudo-Saints. They still had a long way to go before reaching the true Saint realm. So people even remained stuck as Pseudo-Saints their entire lives, unable to advance a single step.
"Is that Chen Linan? The Family Head is finally making a move!"
"This… This power of the Saint realm is terrifying!"
The mont the palm print appeared, the very air across the vast field seed to be crushed to the point of shattering, making it difficult for anyone to breathe.
"What is arrogance?" Chen Yang didn't retreat but countered, his eyes erupting with battle intent. "It's fine for you to kill my next of kin, but when I retaliate in kind, I'm the one who's arrogant? Besides, this has just begun. How am I being arrogant already?"
Following his words, he declared, "Heaven like a hook, a spear that's peerless, unmatched in the world."
Chen Yang shook his spear, and his entire being transford before their eyes. Golden light draped over him like silk, bathing his body and making him resemble a War God clad in golden armor.
BOOM!!
A ripple of golden light exploded outward. The palm, which had seed unstoppable, was violently shaken and forced to retract. It snatched up Chen Lei and retreated toward the Chen Family Ancestral Mansion.
"You can't save him."
The webbing of Chen Yang's hand split open, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Despite his considerable injuries, his eyes shone with an even more brilliant light, his will to fight soaring to the heavens.
BOOM.
He took a step forward, and flakes of golden light rained down.
With the second step, lotuses blood beneath his feet as radiant light circulated.
Chen Yang raised his head to bask in the divine radiance. His eyes were tightly closed, yet he maintained his stance with one hand holding the spear and the other clasped behind his back.
Over the next five steps, a lotus blossod with each one. He was achieving Sainthood where he stood. A mortal man of flesh and bone, he pierced through the barrier to the Saint realm with a single thought. Only he, Chen Yang, could command such brilliance.
This era belonged to him.
BOOM!
A cold breeze swept past, causing the sky full of golden light and all the blooming lotuses to dissipate completely.
Chen Yang took another step, and his eyes suddenly snapped open.
The storm ca to a head, and light shone upon Tianwu. Across the azure sea and sky, flowers blood everywhere.
This scene left not only the onlookers in awe but even the Demon Monarch Chen Hua and those within the Chen Family Ancestral Mansion were staring with wide eyes, holding their breath.
"This, this is..."
"He..."
Finally, the deathly silence was broken by Yang Hu. His face flushed red as he was the first to co to his senses and shout, "Seven Steps to Sanctity! Congratulations!"
Everyone was speechless.
He had truly ascended to Sainthood.
In these Four Seas and Eight Wastelands, across this vast mortal plane and beneath the endless sky, a realm disdained by the four great royal families had just given birth to a Saint.
A Saint reigned supre over the world.
"Chen Yang… he has beco a Saint."
"The Forr Chief Military Commander, by his own power, has shattered the myth that only those of royal blood could beco Saints. He now stands firmly at the very top of the pyramid."
Fervent discussion spread like a tidal wave. Radiating from Cangyun City to every inch of the land, the entire nation was in shock.
He was still him, after all. Whether holding a lofty position or as a commoner, one thing remained constant through the ages: he, Chen Yang, would never be content to fall behind anyone.
SWOOSH!
Chen Yang forcefully threw his spear. It shot toward the swiftly retracting palm print as he simultaneously strode forward in pursuit.
SPURT.
The palm print exploded, dissolving into ripples in the air before vanishing completely. The spear, its montum unchecked, pierced through Chen Lei, whose face was still twisted in a complacent sneer, as if mocking Chen Yang's inability to harm him.
Chen Yang arrived a mont later and grabbed the spear's shaft, his body plumting toward the ground.
BOOM!!
Dust plud into the air as cracks spread across the ground.
"When I, Chen Yang, want soone dead, never mind you, Chen Linan—not even the Heavenly King himself could save him!" Chen Yang declared. He held the spear with one hand, hoisting Chen Lei on its tip and allowing the blood to run down the shaft and stain his entire arm.
His voice rolled and reverberated through the downpour.
Silence.
Suddenly, the vast field fell as quiet as a grave. No matter how heavy the rain, it couldn't stop the crowd from focusing their gazes on the man who stood tall, like a War God incarnate.
At this mont, he was a god!
Unshakable by heaven and earth.
"AHHHH!!!"
Chen Lei, who had thought he was saved and could continue mocking Chen Yang as a re ant, a futile case of Ants Shaking a Tree, could never have imagined that he would fall from heaven to hell in just a few seconds. This sudden reversal from life to death shattered his mind, his Divine Spirit threatening to tear apart.
He struggled violently like a severed earthworm, screaming with all his might, "Father, save… save ! You must save !"
"Chen Yang, let him go."
A middle-aged man in a green robe, the Chen Family Head, Chen Linan, erged from the Chen Family Ancestral Mansion. With his hands clasped behind his back and his eyes blazing, he said, "He is my only son. As long as you let him go, I promise not to lay a finger on you."
"And what if I say no?" Chen Yang asked, a faint smile playing on his lips as his voice turned ethereal.
Chen Linan fell silent.
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