Wang Chun stared at Chen Yang in horror, desperately sizing him up, hoping to detect even the slightest pretense or a crack in his facade.
However, a faint smile remained on the man's lips as he t his gaze squarely.
Instantly, a cold chill ran down Wang Chun's spine.
He had seen the Traveling Dragon Sword before.
Besides, considering the man's identity as the Forr Chief Military Commander, who in the entire world would dare to impersonate him?
Putting the two together…
There was no doubt that the person before him was the Forr Chief Military Commander, Chen Yang.
Wang Chun could never have dread that he would one day et such a towering figure.
Thinking back on his own wild boasts a mont ago, this young man from the Wang Family, who prided himself as a leading figure of the younger generation, wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
He wanted to flee, but he didn't dare make a single rash move.
As a result, he was drenched in sticky, cold sweat from head to toe in just under a minute.
This is no ordinary person; this is a god!
Chen Yang said nothing, simply nodding towards the Traveling Dragon Sword on the ground.
Wang Chun's face turned deathly pale. Not daring to delay any longer, he picked up the Traveling Dragon Sword with both hands and nodded his head incessantly.
Chen Yang smiled. "I hear your Wang Family is hosting quite a lively event today. Why don't you ask your Family Head if I, Chen, am qualified to attend?"
"Yes, yes! I know what to do."
GULP.
Wang Chun swallowed hard and gave a trembling nod.
Chen Yang patted Qin Mo's head. "No need to sing today. Let's continue our walk. I'll treat you to a al another day."
"Okay."
Qin Mo nodded obediently and led her companions away.
She knew that today, the Wang Family was likely in for a disaster.
Chen Yang turned his back to Wang Chun and slowly walked away, his figure receding into the distance.
Only Wang Chun remained, standing frozen with a ghastly pale face. A long mont passed before he finally raised a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
"I've run into the devil himself!"
Wang Chun gasped for air, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief, as if he had just been spared at the gates of hell.
The Forr Chief Military Commander himself has arrived; I can't afford to be negligent.
Clutching the Traveling Dragon Sword tightly, Wang Chun hurried toward the Wang Family estate to inform his grandfather.
Chen Yang, along with Yang Hu and Qin Hao, found a restaurant.
According to his original plan, Chen Yang had intended to go straight to their door to demand an explanation, but now that this Treasure Weapon exhibition was happening, his plans had naturally changed.
"Have you prepared that list?" Chen Yang asked Yang Hu after they settled into a seat by the window.
"Boss, do you an so of the people on our list might show up today?" Yang Hu asked.
Chen Yang nodded as he poured the tea. "As long as we run into them."
"Good!"
Yang Hu slapped a list onto the table. "By the way, I heard that people from Biluo Sword Valley will also be here."
"That Wang Teng is from Biluo Sword Valley," Qin Hao added from the side.
Chen Yang took a sip of tea and smiled faintly. "All the better."
After ordering their food, Chen Yang and Qin Hao began to chat idly.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.
A sudden rush of hurried footsteps shattered the restaurant's harmonious atmosphere.
A group of a dozen or so n, both middle-aged and young, surrounded Chen Yang's table. They looked fierce and radiated murderous intent.
BANG!
A broad-bladed saber slamd down onto the table.
The unexpected scene left countless people dumbfounded. Those sitting nearby quickly scrambled back.
The middle-aged man leading the group scanned the people at the table before his gaze finally settled on Qin Hao. "Are you Qin Hao?"
"I am," Qin Hao replied nonchalantly, pouring Chen Yang a cup of tea. "Did the Wang Family send you to kill ?"
"Heh!"
The middle-aged man, whose na was Wang Yun, sneered. "So you know, yet you're still so calm. Putting on an act for ?"
"Without your Treasure Weapon and severely injured, you're just a worm now."
Wang Yun planted a foot on a nearby chair and taunted, "You're already half-dead, yet instead of hiding in a corner, you dare to dine near my Wang Family's territory. What, you think the Wang Family is soft?"
"Where I eat is my business. If you want to kill , make the Sanqing Sword ownerless, and have your Wang Family brazenly seize it, then by all ans, co at ," Qin Hao said.
With Chen Yang present, he wasn't the least bit worried.
"A smart one, I see," Wang Yun said with a nod and a smirk.
"To be so defiant in the face of death… I, Yuan Zhentao, am seeing this for the first ti."
As the two sides faced off, a young man at a nearby table shook his head with a laugh. He was nursing a cup of wine, his tone dripping with amusent.
Chen Yang turned his head.
The man is in his late twenties, with androgynous features and luxurious clothes. He must be the young master of so family. The attendants standing beside him don't even have the right to sit.
"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll chop you to pieces!" one of Yuan Zhentao's followers scolded harshly.
"Hey, don't be so scary."
Yuan Zhentao waved a hand to stop him. "For lowly insects like these, the world is naturally full of things to be curious about."
Chen Yang smiled without a word.
"You dare to smile?" the follower's tone turned icy.
Chen Yang smiled back. "I wonder how this young master determined that my friend here is at death's door?"
"Hmm?"
Yuan Zhentao glanced at Chen Yang, his interest apparently piqued. He said cheerfully, "He dared to harm Young Master Wang Teng with disgraceful thods. Does he really think he can live?"
"Besides, if that sword hadn't reappeared, it might be a different story. But now that it's in the hands of the Wang Family, death is his only path! How can a magnificent Treasure Weapon possibly belong to a piece of trash like him?"
After listening, Chen Yang nodded. "So, the Wang Family should just take it and kill him to silence him?"
"An innocent man gets into trouble for possessing a treasure. If you don't even understand such a simple principle, you deserve what's coming to you," Yuan Zhentao said with disdain.
"Sanctimonious," Qin Hao retorted angrily.
Yuan Zhentao, far from getting angry, beca even more expansive. "This world is all about the strength of your fist. Whoever has the bigger fist is right! Take , for example. My family's profound heritage has destined to rise above you all and hold power over your lives and deaths."
"Don't be resentful. That's just reality."
"By the sa logic, it is only right for the Wang Family to take that sword."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yun grinned broadly. "This young master speaks the truth."
"I was invited to attend the conference, but I didn't expect to run into two fools who can't see reality and don't know their place," Yuan Zhentao said indifferently after downing a cup of wine. "And they even dared to question . Utterly laughable."
"So you're a distinguished guest of my Wang Family! A pleasure to et you."
Wang Yun clasped his fists and then laughed aloud. "Young Master Yuan, don't take it to heart. I'll take care of this trash."
"Even Wang Teng was slapped several tis and nearly crippled. Who exactly is the trash here?" Chen Yang said leisurely, his interest clear. "How amusing."
"You…"
Wang Yun flew into a rage. "Still so sharp-tongued when death is at your doorstep. Do you believe I won't slaughter you along with him?"
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