An elder of the Dugu Royal Family, temporarily handling family affairs, imdiately deployed elite disciples to thoroughly protect the entire clan. He wasn't being paranoid. First, the two great Sovereigns of the West Sea and the Southern Pole had turned back mid-journey, and it was said Tang Jinyuan had even suffered grievous injuries.
What kind of powerful figures had they encountered? Now, a troop of Martial Guards had vanished without a trace. If soone took advantage of the absence of their Sovereign and elite warriors to surround the Dugu Family, then…
At that mont, an army of tens of thousands appeared outside the Dugu Royal Family's estate. They wore the uniforms of the Ten Thousand Martial Guards, but their battle flag was the Python Sparrow Devouring Dragon. A black steel dragon surged in layers under the severe wind and snow. Military boots struck the ground with a thunderous roar, as if the very earth were trembling. Not even the harshest gales could alter their resolute faces. This formation could truly be described as dark clouds pressing down on a city, threatening its destruction.
"The Ten Thousand Martial Guards have appeared..."
"Where did they go?"
"They've... they've surrounded the Dugu Royal Family! Not even a fly can get in! It's said that within the newly fortified Dugu Royal Family estate, everyone has withdrawn. No one dares to make a rash move."
As soon as this news broke, the world trembled. Eighty thousand Martial Guards advanced against the wind and snow, their sabers pointed at one of the Four Great Royal Families: the Dugu Royal Family. The Commander of the Ten Thousand Martial Guards, Jiang Yun, personally oversaw the situation.
On this day, countless people saw a battle flag rise in the vast wind and snow. It was not the flag of the Ten Thousand Martial Guards but the Python Sparrow Devouring Dragon, unique to the Forr Chief Military Commander. The Python Sparrow Devouring Dragon battle flag fluttered in the sky, standing unyielding against the violent wind and snow, flapping fiercely in the gale.
Eighty thousand Martial Guards were arrayed and ready. Although they had not received the order to charge, the sheer force of their presence was enough to make the blizzard itself seem to pause, filling the entire area with a deathly silence. The wind howled past, and a grim, murderous aura filled the world.
At the head of the formation, Jiang Yun gazed toward the Qingyuan River and murmured, "My abilities are limited. This is all I can do."
"Commander, you must survive!"
...
On the banks of the Qingyuan River, the frost-like glint of a blade stirred the wind and snow, forcing it back and scattering it, preventing it from coming within a hundred ters of the battlefield.
CLANG!
Dugu Hanxiao's war blade fell from the sky. As it fell, the golden war spear that had been Chen Hua's companion for thirty years snapped. Nearby, Chen Yang soared into the air, lunging with his sword. This mid-grade Treasure Weapon swept toward Dugu Hanxiao's head with the speed of a thunderclap.
"Overestimating your abilities!"
Dugu Hanxiao's lips curled into a cold sneer as he shook his head disdainfully. The blade's edge deflected, sweeping toward the sword. The unparalleled shockwave directly tore open the flesh between Chen Yang's thumb and forefinger. The Traveling Dragon Sword was flung back, striking heavily against Chen Yang's chest.
BOOM!
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Chen Yang flew dozens of ters through the air like a kite with its string cut. A mont later, he landed on the riverbank. He stabbed his Longsword into the ground to halt his montum, carving a seven or eight-ter trench before he finally managed to steady himself.
The escaped Chen Hua, holding his broken spear, rushed over anxiously and yelled, "Chen Yang, are… are you alright?!"
There was no answer.
Whether it was Chen Hua, Chen Shangwu who was crossing the river, or the tens of thousands of onlookers, everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed unblinkingly on the tragic figure. The vast field fell into a dead silence, so much so that even the sound of breathing and heartbeats seed to vanish. Watched by countless eyes, the figure that had always stood as tall as a mountain… fell. Just like that, he collapsed, as straight and sudden as a toppling mountain.
"Chen Yang!!" Chen Hua roared, running over like a madman.
In the end, was there still no escape from this crushing fate?
At that mont, countless people found their breaths growing heavy. Their fists clenched involuntarily, their hearts a maelstrom of emotions.
"Chen Yang!"
On the opposite bank of the Qingyuan River, Zhou Yufei threw down the large umbrella in her hand and rushed hysterically toward the river, collapsing at its edge. "No... no!!" Strength coming from nowhere, she scrambled to her feet and ran toward a distant bridge. Her tears flew in the wind and snow as she shook her head repeatedly. "You're not going to die, right? You said you were stronger than I could ever imagine, so how could you possibly die?"
She fell several tis along the way, scraping her hands and feet bloody, yet she pressed on without a second thought.
Not far away, Li Si, who had just arrived, saw his hopeful expression freeze. He simply collapsed to the ground. There were no words, only a thousand streams of tears.
At Mountains Rivers Villa, Qin Qiu was sitting on a small stool by the door, an apron tied around her waist as she plucked vegetables. She bit her lip fiercely, her clenched fists so tight the knuckles turned white. Her fingernails dug into her palms, drawing trickles of blood from between her fingers.
"You... you're not going to die. You can't!" Qin Qiu shook her head, frantically shaking it as hot tears rolled down her face. "You promised you would co back for dinner! I... I'll go cook now, so it will be ready the mont you get back. I'll go cook now."
Wiping the tears from her face, she picked up the basin and walked toward the kitchen. "I know you. You said you'd be back, so you definitely will be. And today, I'm making all your favorite dishes."
CRASH!
In the kitchen, the washbasin fell to the floor. Qin Qiu shrank into a corner, her hands covering her head as she began to sob hysterically.
"Chen Yang..." An air of profound grief filled every inch of the space. "You promised you would co back."
"AHH!!" A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the villa.
Monts later, while still wiping away tears, Qin Qiu knelt on the floor and began picking up the fallen vegetables one by one, her hair disheveled and her cheeks trembling. "I... I know you'll be back. I know it."
On the banks of the Qingyuan River, the deathly silence persisted, until...
"Dugu, you old bastard, you deserve to die!"
Chen Shangwu arrived, having crossed the river, and fiercely slamd the person he was carrying onto the ground.
CRACK!
Who else could it be but Dugu Tianlong, who had earlier tried to launch a sneak attack? Chen Shangwu's initial plan was to use Dugu Tianlong as a hostage to threaten Dugu Hanxiao, but now...
Was it too late? It was too late!
A towering rage erupted from him. Chen Shangwu planted his foot on Dugu Tianlong's head. "Surrender now, or else..."
BANG!
Chen Shangwu stomped the ground beside him, causing the earth to tremble violently. Cracks thicker than an arm snaked out in all directions.
Dugu Hanxiao remained silent. Then, he glanced at the fallen Chen Yang and a smile touched his lips. He shouted, "Tianlong, you are a hero of the Dugu Family! You have a share of the credit for slaying Chen Yang today. I will personally record your deeds in the family annals for future generations to admire!"
Dugu Tianlong was speechless. So was everyone else.
That old bastard... what a ruthless heart! That's his own grandson, and he abandoned him just like that?
Even Chen Shangwu was stunned for a mont, his expression growing ever more grim.
anwhile, a grand palanquin carried by eight bearers stopped nearby.
"Did I... did I arrive too late?" The woman's ethereal voice was filled with extre self-reproach and a profound killing intent.
Just then...
HUM!
Without warning, a vigorous, blood-red aura burst forth from Chen Yang's body. The life force was so rich and dense that it could be clearly felt even from the opposite bank of the Qingyuan River. The drop of essence blood from the Chen Family ancestor was seeping into Chen Yang's body, reconnecting him to the royal Bloodline Power of the Chen Family.
Hmm?
Dugu Hanxiao's brow furrowed suddenly, and the war blade in his hand began to tremble violently.
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