BOOM!!
The seemingly casual palm strike sent Gu Feiyang, the Young Master of Biluo Sword Valley, staggering back several steps with no power to resist. If Zhou Qian hadn't rushed to support him, he would have collapsed to his knees right then and there. His face was ashen, and his breath ca in ragged gasps, like a gravely wounded beast.
Chen Yang's lips curled up slightly. His smile appeared warm and brilliant, yet it made Gu Feiyang subconsciously stumble back. His heart skipped a beat, and a piercing chill enveloped him.
"You, you…" Gu Feiyang tried to co up with another excuse, but the words died on his lips.
Wasn't the truth obvious enough? His opponent was stronger than him by leaps and bounds.
"Is it so hard to admit that soone is better than you?" Chen Yang said indifferently.
Gu Feiyang was speechless. The air crackled with unease. He's too strong!
"Hmm?!" Chen Yang's tone hardened.
That single sound made Gu Feiyang leap to his feet, retorting defiantly, "What are you so proud of? Without the help of Red Lotus Valley, do you think you can survive for long?"
BOOM!
Still seated, Chen Yang simply spread his fingers. Gu Feiyang, standing less than ten ters away, suddenly felt an imnse suction force. He struggled, but in the blink of an eye, he was yanked sideways, appearing less than half a ter from Chen Yang.
"Garbage. You still dare to act fierce?"
SMACK!
As Gu Feiyang let out a desperate roar, Chen Yang raised his hand and delivered a powerful slap across his face. Blood trickled from the corner of the well-featured young master's mouth, and his vision went dark.
"You haven't answered my question," Chen Yang stared coldly at Gu Feiyang. "Is it so hard for you to admit that you're garbage?"
Gu Feiyang remained silent.
"Is it?!"
SMACK!
Another hard slap landed.
Gu Feiyang shook his dizzy head. An unparalleled pain spread from his skull throughout his entire body, making him clench his jaw and suck in sharp breaths of cold air. He was a core mber of the Biluo Sword Valley, yet he had been brought to such a state. For everyone present, it was an unbelievable, shocking spectacle.
"I warn you—" Zhou Qian began to shout from nearby, but Chen Yang's fist hamred down.
With a loud crack, Gu Feiyang's knees buckled, and he fell to the ground.
The air fell deathly silent. This was too brutal. Who could have imagined that Gu Feiyang, who had carried himself with such an imposing and arrogant deanor, was nothing but an empty suit? Before the Forr Chief Military Commander, he was as helpless as a chick.
"Are you… are you declaring yourself a complete enemy of my Biluo Sword Valley?" Gu Feiyang finally managed to say, his voice sharp with rage.
CLICK. Chen Yang lit a cigarette and exhaled. "So what if it's the Biluo Sword Valley? As for , killing you is as easy as killing a dog."
Gu Feiyang was rendered speechless. The onlookers were equally stunned. How utterly domineering were those words?
"Your Young Master is being beaten like a stray dog, and you just stand there watching the show? How interesting." Chen Yang turned his gaze to Zhou Qian.
Zhou Qian's mouth twitched, but he remained motionless.
"Useless."
With a sharp kick, Chen Yang sent Gu Feiyang skidding across the ground.
"Chen Yang!" Zhou Qian finally moved. He took a furious step forward, pointing at Chen Yang as he roared, "The power of the Biluo Sword Valley is beyond your imagination! You're courting death!"
Chen Yang ignored him, instead gesturing toward the downed Gu Feiyang. "Look at him. He doesn't even have the courage to save you. Where does your confidence co from?"
Crush Chen Yang with one hand? A bit of fa in the mortal world was nothing more than a worthless maggot to him, Gu Feiyang? The careless taunt made Gu Feiyang's face flush scarlet. Humiliation, frustration, and a dozen other emotions surged through him, searing every inch of his skin.
"He's a core mber of Biluo Sword Valley, but he's such a waste. What a disappointnt." Murmurs rippled through the silent courtyard. The words struck Gu Feiyang's ears, and he coughed up another mouthful of blood, his fingers trembling violently. When had he, Gu Feiyang, ever suffered such a disgrace?
"You cur, I'll send you on your way!"
BOOM!
As Gu Feiyang's protector, Zhou Qian finally exploded into action. The energy radiating from him was astonishing as he shot forward. A single stomp of his foot nearly shattered the void itself. A golden radiance erupted from the crown of his head, forming the phantom image of a ferocious tiger that reared back and roared at the heavens. Its fangs were bared and its eyes glowed like lanterns, churning with a savage aura. The illusion stood a zhang tall, shimring with lifelike golden light.
"Did you truly think I was afraid of you?!" Zhou Qian held a sword in one hand, the other tucked behind his back. He stood as if upon a mountain peak, feeling as though he was gazing down upon the world.
Leaning on the Traveling Dragon Sword with one hand, Chen Yang gave Zhou Qian a sidelong glance, his smile playful but tinged with boredom.
"Die!"
As the word fell, the void trembled. The tiger phantom swiped its paw downward, descending upon Chen Yang's head like a fiery explosion that blotted out the sky.
Chen Yang simply flicked his finger.
The golden phantom froze. In that instant, a cold glint of light shot across the sky.
POP.
The crisp sound was unmistakable. Just as everyone thought the two were evenly matched, the golden phantom instantly disintegrated like snow under a blazing sun. The piercing ray of light continued on, aid straight for the space between Zhou Qian's eyes.
BANG!
Zhou Qian threw a punch to block it, but he felt as if he'd been struck by a sledgehamr. His body flew back seven or eight ters like a kite with a snapped string. When he landed, he bounced several tis, and terrifying fissures spiderwebbed across the ground where he hit. The entire vast courtyard began to crack and splinter before their very eyes.
It wasn't just Gu Feiyang who was stunned. Zhou Qian himself knelt on the ground, his face a mask of pure terror. "An Earth Saint!"
He couldn't believe it. As he struggled to his feet, he coughed up a large, uncontrollable mouthful of blood. In an instant, this powerful expert from Biluo Sword Valley was covered in blood, a pathetic, disheveled ss.
Zhou Qian's expression wavered. He was shocked by Chen Yang's strength, but he also recalled being intercepted by Liu Qingi of the Red Lotus Valley. Initially, a Heaven Saint had been traveling with them, but Liu Qingi had only blocked the Heaven Saint, seemingly ignoring him and Gu Feiyang. After they broke free, Liu Qingi had only cast a distant glance at them. At the ti, he thought she was seething with rage. But thinking back now, her gaze wasn't one of anger at all, but one thick with amusent.
Clearly, Liu Qingi knew Chen Yang's true strength. In other words, they had been played by that woman, toyed with like a pair of monkeys.
PFFT!
Overco by the furious realization, Zhou Qian violently spat out another mouthful of blood.
THUD.
Chen Yang rose and planted his sword in the ground. Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhou Qian and Gu Feiyang vanished on the spot.
CLANG.
The Traveling Dragon Sword slid back into its sheath. Without a backward glance, Chen Yang turned and walked away.
The onlookers were all dumbfounded, frozen in the cold wind, not daring to make the slightest move.
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