The shrill, tragic screams from the Chen Family Ancestral Mansion finally ceased after several minutes.
However, a ghastly aura of blood shot into the sky from the once solemn and dignified estate.
Just how many people had to be killed to create such a monstrous, bloody aura?
This level of ruthlessness was dumbfounding.
Whether Chen Shangwu was acting to uphold the justice of twenty-nine years past or had his eye on Chen Yang's talent, wanting to readmit this peerless genius into the Chen Family, his thods were undeniably shocking and chilling to the core.
A deathly stillness prevailed.
Only the blizzard roared like slashing knives.
GULP.
Chen Jinnan swallowed hard, walked over to Chen Yang, and tugged at his sleeve. "If not for him, Chen Hua couldn't have killed so many people in the Inner Court, nor would he have survived to this day."
His words were subtle, but the intention to dissuade was clear.
It seed Chen Shangwu was a decent person indeed; otherwise, how could Chen Jinnan harbor no resentnt toward him?
Chen Yang said nothing, simply walking forward step by step.
He strode past Chen Shangwu and seized Chen Linan, who was not yet dead.
SMACK.
He struck with a heavy, forceful slap.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
Chen Yang showed no signs of stopping, delivering one slap after another.
Everyone watching felt their scalps tingle and their hair stand on end.
It was this very Chen Linan who had led the crazed massacre on that rainy night twenty-nine years ago.
Chen Yang's mother and many of his closest relatives had died under Chen Linan's blade.
This was a blood feud as deep as the sea.
It was unknown how long the slapping continued. Chen Linan's initial cries of anguish had long faded into silence. By the ti Chen Yang stopped, half of Chen Linan's face was gone, his entire head twisted and disfigured beyond recognition.
BANG.
Chen Yang casually tossed him aside, and Chen Linan's body exploded in mid-air.
Then, he turned and walked back the way he ca.
Passing Chen Shangwu once more, he still did not pause or speak.
It was clear from the violent twitching of Chen Shangwu's lips what he was thinking. This damned brat! Does he really have to keep a long face with ? I'm his ancestor, for crying out loud. Can't he even greet ?
Chen Shangwu puffed out his beard and glared, growing angrier the more he thought. With a light wave of his right hand, a sparkling, translucent drop of brown blood shot fiercely toward Chen Yang.
Despite Chen Yang's quick reflexes, he was still a fraction too slow. The droplet touched his forehead, soaked in, and disappeared without a trace.
BOOM!
An imnse Vitality Force instantly flooded his limbs and bones.
"This..."
Chen Yang raised an eyebrow, looking at Chen Shangwu in confusion.
"This is a drop of essence blood from the Ancestor of the Chen Family. It can restore our family's Bloodline Power," Chen Shangwu explained. "This is precious stuff. Not only can it raise you to a higher level, but it can also save your life in a critical mont."
After speaking, Chen Shangwu shook his head and sighed theatrically, muttering about how giving away even a single drop was as painful as cutting off his own flesh and wondering aloud how he could be so generous.
Many of those present were shocked but also found the scene amusing.
To think a Sovereign would act like such a mischievous old man.
From beginning to end, he never once ntioned that Chen Yang should protect the Chen Family after he grew stronger.
Perhaps so things were better left unsaid.
At that mont, Yang Hu hurried over, his expression grave. "Boss, on the other side of the Qingyuan River, it looks like Chen Hua can't hold on much longer."
That single sentence caused the frigid killing intent in Chen Yang, which had just subsided, to erupt once more.
CRACK.
Chen Yang's knuckles popped as he gripped the Traveling Dragon Sword tightly and strode forward with the gait of a dragon and the stride of a tiger.
Yang Hu hesitated for a long mont before blocking Chen Yang's path. "Boss, that's Dugu Hanxiao, the Sovereign of the Dugu Royal Family! It's useless for you to go!"
"Moreover, if I'm not mistaken, the Sovereigns of the other two great royal families are already on their way."
The implication was clear: going there was a suicide mission.
Chen Yang gave Yang Hu a light glance and uttered only two words, "Move aside."
"Boss!" Yang Hu stared directly into Chen Yang's eyes, refusing to budge an inch.
Chen Yang took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the other side of the Qingyuan River, his eyes bloodshot and blazing with boundless murderous intent.
"That's my uncle. He has stood against my enemies for ti and again. If I stand by and do nothing, what right do I have to keep living in this world?"
Chen Yang spoke each word deliberately, his voice ringing with power.
"Move aside!"
Yang Hu nearly shattered his teeth from clenching them so hard. With a deep sigh, he stepped aside.
Chen Yang strode forward like a shooting star, without a mont's delay.
...
At the sa ti, on the other side of the Qingyuan River.
The once-magnificent battle platform was now reduced to dust, with glaring stains of blood spattered everywhere.
The towering figure of Chen Hua was drenched in red. His white robes had long been dyed with his own blood and that of his enemies, mixed together indistinguishably.
He sat cross-legged in a pavilion, propping himself up with a war spear and gasping for breath like a grievously wounded beast.
About three hundred ters away, a slightly aged figure stood silently.
The elder was tall, with sharp, deep eyes like bronze bells that made his wrinkled, bark-like face appear exceptionally strange.
He wore a simple, coarse-spun robe, his expression severe and unsmiling.
One hand was clasped behind his back; the other held a Broad-Backed War Saber, the tip of which dripped with Chen Hua's blood.
The old man, Dugu Hanxiao, paced slowly, neither hurried nor slow, allowing the snowflakes to drift onto his face. A faint smile touched his lips—not overtly sinister, but bone-chilling all the sa.
"In the past, how wonderful the world was. Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion, with everyone knowing their place," Dugu Hanxiao said casually.
"And now, your exceptionally talented nephew wants to step into Divine Conquest and stand above all living things. This goes against the natural order. If he is not killed, he will undoubtedly beco a great disaster in the future."
"Bullshit!" A mocking smile pulled at Chen Hua's lips. "Survival is everyone's most basic right! Besides, aren't you just jealous, Dugu Hanxiao? If a man like him were born into the Dugu Family, would you kill him with your own hands?"
"He must die," Dugu Hanxiao said grimly, not deigning to argue. "And he will die today."
On the opposite shore, the wind and snow roared without restraint.
The river's current crashed against the bank, unleashing towering waves.
Chen Yang reached the water's edge and squinted, his eyes narrowing to slits as he looked across.
With a slight wave of his right hand, a withered yellow reed snapped off in the distance and, defying the wind and snow, landed on the tumultuous surface of the river.
BANG.
Chen Yang leaped. The mont he touched the reed, he shot forward like an arrow, slicing through the waves.
Crossing the river on a single reed.
The single reed, like a light boat on the churning river, carried him forward like a spear, straight toward the opposite bank.
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