Urban Carefree Warrior God Chapter 736 737: Cleaned Up!!

The people in the hall exchanged glances in silence. This guy has so serious nerve, thinking he can challenge the Wang Family and Mr. Yuan all by himself? He's courting death!

"Who doesn't know that Wang Teng only lost because certain people used disgraceful ans?" Yuan Zhentao declared with certainty, swirling the wine in his glass. "I can testify to that."

His words were clearly ant to whitewash Wang Teng's reputation. It made sense. After spending ten years training in the Biluo Sword Valley of Yuning Mountain, he was beaten down in his very first battle upon returning. Whether it was a joke or not, how could Wang Teng and the entire Wang Family possibly accept it? Now, ard with a Treasure Weapon, they were determined to reshape Wang Teng into a proud son of heaven—one who, despite his defeat, was still glorious and had a bright future.

"Thank you, Mr. Yuan," Wang Yun said, clasping his fists.

"I just can't stand watching lowly ants try to sling mud at Young Master Wang Teng."

KNOCK, KNOCK.

Chen Yang tapped the table, motioning to Qin Hao. "See? This is how so people operate. Shaless, dishonorable, twisting the facts at will and acting as if they're the Heavenly King himself."

"Today has certainly been an eye-opener," Qin Hao nodded, humbly accepting Chen Yang's lesson.

"Hah!" Yuan Zhentao laughed. "You're at death's door, yet you're still putting on an act. Is this the enlightennt of trash? How pitiful! How pathetic!"

"Alright, you can handle this. I won't waste any more of my ti here." The self-proclaid superior Mr. Yuan wiped his mouth with a napkin and rose to leave, his attendants following close behind.

"Hold on. Did we say you could leave?" Yang Hu, who had been silent the entire ti, grinned and bared his teeth. "You've finished your grand sermon. Shouldn't it be our turn now?"

"You must be courting death! Is that any way to speak?" one of Yuan Zhentao's attendants snapped, spinning around. He raised a hand and pointed viciously at Yang Hu.

SHINK!

Without warning, a brilliant flash of cold light erupted from the void. Before the attendant could even react, his entire arm was severed at the shoulder and dropped to the ground.

This sudden, brutal act plunged the entire restaurant into an eerie, deathly silence. What a ferocious man.

Yuan Zhentao slowly turned back. His gaze swept over his fallen attendant, and he instinctively sucked in a sharp breath, his expression shifting rapidly.

"You dare harm my n?" After a long mont, Yuan Zhentao's face turned grim as he spoke in an ominous tone. "Do you have any idea how influential my Yuan Family is in Cangyun City?"

"And do you have any idea who I am?" Chen Yang asked, toying with his teacup. His eyes narrowed to slits, his piercing gaze fixed on Yuan Zhentao.

That one look was all it took. Yuan Zhentao, who had been so arrogant monts before, instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

"You..."

After only a second of eye contact, the color drained from the Yuan Family's young master's face. The aura was as sharp as a blade, making his throat tighten so much that he couldn't force out a single word.

"You said this is a world where fists do the talking," Chen Yang continued. "In that case, please, kneel."

Yuan Zhentao was speechless.

"After all," Chen Yang set down his teacup and said nonchalantly, "there can't be many people who would dare claim their fists are harder than mine, right? Of course, if you still insist they are, you may remain standing."

BOOM!

Those words struck Yuan Zhentao like a bolt of lightning. A bone-deep chill shot up from the soles of his feet, instantly spreading through his entire body, as if his very soul was scattering.

"You... you're Chen Yang?" Yuan Zhentao finally managed to stamr out, his limbs trembling violently as large beads of sweat rolled down his face.

"What? What about Chen Yang?" Wang Yun, standing beside him, was completely baffled. He frowned, his face a mask of confusion.

"He is the Forr Chief Military Commander, Chen Yang."

In an instant, the vast hall fell utterly silent. Every single person froze, utterly dumbstruck, as if they had seen a ghost.

"It seems your fists are quite hard indeed, Mr. Yuan?"

BOOM!

As Yuan Zhentao was trying to formulate a response, Chen Yang flicked a finger. The young master was struck as if by a massive hamr. His sternum caved in, and his body flew backward, slamming violently against the far wall.

THUD.

He slid down the wall and crumpled to the floor.

Wang Yun was speechless.

Everyone was speechless.

"Cough, cough." Yuan Zhentao coughed violently, spitting up mouthfuls of blood as he repeatedly apologized, "I'm... I'm sorry. I was wrong."

"So pretentious. Did you really think you were soone important?" Chen Yang said scathingly. "You can testify? Does that an a single word from you is an irrefutable truth that can turn black into white?"

"I... I..."

Chen Yang ignored him and gave Yang Hu an order. "Leave one."

Just as Wang Yun began to process what was happening, a dazzling cold light flashed again. Yang Hu strode forward, and in monts, every man Wang Yun had brought with him fell into a spreading pool of his own blood.

THUMP!

Wang Yun imdiately dropped to his knees, trembling uncontrollably.

The majority of the onlookers were ordinary people; they had never witnessed such a bloody scene. The sound of sharp, staggered gasps filled the air. They had only wanted to watch so excitent, but this... this was a massacre. The hall was now dead quiet.

Chen Yang, seemingly unbothered, picked up the teapot, refilled his cup, and remarked casually, "First you try to steal soone's treasure, and now you try to murder them to silence them. The Wang Family is truly sothing else."

SNAP.

Chen Yang snapped his fingers. "You're still alive because I have a task for you. Go and tell your master to co see . He has twenty minutes."

Wang Yun could only tremble.

「anwhile.」

Wang Qing sat alone in his courtyard, leisurely sipping tea as he waited for news. In his mind, Qin Hao had already been severely injured, and the n Wang Yun brought were more than enough to finish him off. By now, it should be over.

As if on cue, his phone rang. It was Wang Yun.

Smiling, Wang Qing answered the call. But as he heard the voice on the other end, his smile froze and his face darkened at a visible rate.

"Who?!" Wang Qing roared. "He wants to go see him? Who the hell does he think he is? I, Wang, have lived a long ti, and I've never t soone so arrogant."

Wang Qing laughed in fury. "Does he think he's the Heavenly King? Or does he take for so worthless piece of trash?"

"He's the Forr Chief Military Commander, Chen Yang."

BOOM!

That single sentence struck Wang Qing like a lightning bolt, nearly causing him to pitch forward and fall to the ground.

"Are... are you sure?" After a long pause, Wang Qing swallowed hard and asked in a grave voice.

"It's him, and he's with Qin Hao! My n... they're all gone."

Wang Qing was speechless.