In the vast arena, everyone, without exception, was stunned into petrification.
These were more than twenty elite fighters, yet they were wiped out in a single encounter before anyone could even see their movents clearly. This sudden turn of events left everyone reeling, unable to process what had just happened. The atmosphere in the venue turned rigid.
"You... who exactly are you?" After taking a few deep breaths, Chen Xin braced himself and demanded.
He still had plenty of confidence. Who is my brother? He's the current Supre Martial Commander! Who would truly dare to touch ?
"I am Qiu Yu, forr Commander of the Imperial Guards," he said.
Chen Xin was instantly dumbfounded. A terrible premonition suddenly flooded his mind.
"Imperial Guard?!" A tingling numbness spread across everyone's scalps. What on earth is happening today? Why are so many influential figures appearing one after another?
"Who did you say should kneel before you?" Wu Xing asked as he walked up to Chen Xin, looking down at him imperiously.
SMACK.
A heavy slap struck Chen Xin's face. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"
Chen Xin's head spun, the livid, purple imprint of a hand emblazoned on his cheek.
SMACK.
Another slap landed.
Chen Xin stumbled, crashing violently into a nearby table. His skin split open, and blood began to flow freely.
"You think you can run amok just because you're Chen Jian's brother? Do you think I won't send you to your grave this very instant?"
These words made everyone tremble with fear.
Who is this hot-tempered old man? How can he be so ruthless, even knowing Chen Xin's identity? Is he treating the current Supre Martial Commander as a re decoration?
Chen Xin clutched his burning, bloody face. An overwhelming rage surged through him, turning his eyes crimson.
anwhile, Sun Ziru walked over to Chen Yang. After a mont of hesitation, he finally asked the question that had been on his mind for so ti but that he'd never dared to voice. "You... who exactly are you?"
"My na is Chen Yang," he replied with a smile.
Sun Ziru was speechless. Caught completely off guard, he nearly bit his tongue. Could this really be the Forr Chief Military Commander, the War God of the State, Chen Yang?
Sun Ziru fell silent. His mind reeled with possibilities. Could this man just share the sa na as that legendary figure? The thought was too terrifying to contemplate.
"You undying piece of trash, how dare you strike ?!" Having regained his composure, Chen Xin harshly wiped the blood from his mouth. His eyes were dark pools as he glared fixedly at Chen Yang.
His initial shock had co entirely from the intimidating arrival of the Imperial Guard. After all, why would such an important group co to this small place for a private, minor affair? But the current Supre Martial Commander was his own brother! Yet this old man had slapped him hard right from the start, battering his face and sending pain deep into his bones.
Wu Xing stood with his hands behind his back, the Yin Evil Qi on his face gradually receding. "Not convinced, are you? Should we call Chen Jian over? I'd like to ask him myself what gave you this courage."
Chen Xin was speechless. Who the hell is this old man, daring to speak the Supre Martial Commander's na so brazenly and openly challenge him? In all his years, Chen Xin had seen plenty of arrogant people, but he had never seen arrogance on this level.
"Fine! Very good!" Chen Xin pointed a trembling finger at Wu Xing. "My brother is busy with the war and can't get away right now. But when he's free, I'll have your entire clan exterminated!"
BANG!
Wu Xing drove a fist downward. With a dull thud, Chen Xin was forced to his knees.
The crowd was stunned into silence.
At that mont, Jin Zheng and Qin Qiu began to talk.
"To be honest, I didn't want to see any of you," Qin Qiu said, her eyes brimming with tears as she glanced at Chen Yang's back. "His life has been too difficult. He has endured far more than he ever should have, and none of you protected him well enough."
Jin Zheng sighed, unable to refute her words.
Qin Qiu fought to hold back her tears and took a deep breath. "I just hope he can return safely this ti."
Jin Zheng's lips moved, but not a single word ca out.
Guilt gnawed at him, his heart heavy and restless. Chen Yang was still so young, yet he had truly sacrificed far too much and endured countless grievances. And now... It was all so shaless.
Despite his age, Jin Zheng nearly wept on the spot.
"Qiu Yu! Prepare the battle robe for the Forr Chief Military Commander!" Jin Zheng bellowed, handing the wooden box to Qiu Yu. His shout plunged the entire area into a dead silence.
The Forr Chief Military Commander?! Donning his battle robe? This...
The violent actions of these newcors had already caused a sensation, but this... At this mont, everyone felt their breath catch in their throats, their scalps tingling with shock.
Beneath these clear skies, talents erged in succession and heroes gathered. But throughout the world, who didn't know that only one man—the one who had vanished from the public eye—could truly dominate the present era and stand upon the absolute summit.
He could lead armies to war, suppress the noble clans, and even contend with the four great royal families. Even though he had faded into obscurity, he remained the most magnificent tidal wave in this grand and tumultuous era.
He once routed the Barbarians so thoroughly they fled without their armor, planting his battle flag in their capital and forging the very spirit of the nation.
He also faced an encirclent by the four great royal families, and in the end, he trampled those supre experts under his heel.
At the age of eighteen, he burst into the consciousness of the era with his victory in the Battle of Night Quiet Valley.
He is the Forr Chief Military Commander, Chen Yang.
"This... this..." A bone-deep chill shot through Chen Xin's limbs, turning his face ashen. He stumbled back several steps, gasping for breath.
Qiu Yu opened the wooden box, took out the battle robe, and presented it to Jin Zheng, who held it with both hands and bowed deeply to Chen Yang.
He is a peerless talent of the nation. I must treat him with the honor he is due.
Everyone's emotions churned uncontrollably.
Qin Qiu helped Chen Yang out of his coat. "You," she said softly, "were born with the form of a True Dragon. Even as a commoner, you could never hide the light that is destined to illuminate mountains and rivers."
Chen Yang smiled but said nothing. The brief silence left everyone with dry throats, their blood churning with anticipation.
WHOOSH.
Jin Zheng flicked his wrists. The Python Sparrow Devouring Dragon battle robe, a symbol of supre status, unfurled before everyone's eyes. A chilling, murderous aura instantly swept out, blanketing the entirety of Nann City.
The cry of a tiger and the roar of a dragon seed to echo in the air. The robe depicted a soaring dragon, its spirit vast enough to swallow a thousand miles like a tiger. It stared fiercely into the distance, brimming with murderous intent, as if about to ascend ninety thousand miles into the heavens.
"Th-this..." Chen Xin could no longer support himself. Trembling uncontrollably, he collapsed to the ground, his breath catching in his throat as if frozen solid.
Chen Yang spread his arms. As the battle robe was draped over his shoulders, everyone present felt their blood boil and their hearts pound with excitent.
Compared to this man, the current Supre Martial Commander seed utterly lackluster.
"Hello. I am Chen Yang." He gazed toward Hanyun Valley, his eyes gradually narrowing. "I have returned."
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