The brisk wind and snow could not mask the dense billows of dust that rose from the Luo Family Ancestral Mansion, obscuring the sky. Even from a distance, one could still palpably feel the earth's violent tremors.
"This…"
A torrent of shock, panic, and disbelief churned through the minds of the onlookers lining the avenue. A single battle saber, tossed casually, had destroyed buildings and split the ground. Is this the might of the royal family's Great Elder?
"The Forr Chief Military Commander is surely dead."
The crowd fell silent.
"Do you think that little bastard is still alive?" a young man asked. He walked shoulder to shoulder with the Great Elder in the center of the royal entourage, fanning himself with an iron-ribbed folding fan. His hair was glossy, and his lips were red against his white teeth. His eyes were sharp and as deep as an abyss, yet they carried a hint of sinister beauty. He was tall and well-proportioned, clad in a fitted white robe that perfectly accentuated his physique and temperant, like a dragonfly skimming the water's surface.
A man like jade, a gentleman without peer in this world? Putting aside his character, his appearance alone was outstanding. Whenever his lips curled into a smile, he looked like a dashing young nobleman, causing many a young lady on the avenue to swoon, their cheeks flushing red. Coupled with his royal birth and his ability to walk beside the Great Elder, his status was clearly extraordinary. He was a true winner in life. Who among won could resist such a perfect man?
"Is that Tang Fan, the Yong Master? Tsk tsk, truly extraordinary, like a peerless celestial banished from heaven."
"I heard that after Sovereign Tang Jinyuan returned gravely injured, he imdiately appointed this Tang Fan as the next Sovereign. It's a testant to his exceptional standing in the entire Southern Pole royal family."
This young man was indeed Tang Fan. With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked smugly pleased with himself. He relished the gazes of adoration, a slight smirk on his lips and his head held high. As he walked, everyone along the avenue bowed deeply in respect.
"Haha…" Tang Fan chuckled lightly and gestured with his hand. "There's no need for this. Although I, Tang Fan, am about to ascend to the position of Sovereign, I do not care for such formalities."
"Yong Master, even if that trash isn't dead, he's likely severely injured," said a middle-aged man beside him, cheerily responding to Tang Fan's earlier remark with a tone of utmost certainty, all but thumping his chest in guarantee.
"He's a turtle in a jar now. No longer a concern." Tang Fan waved his hand dismissively. His gaze happened to fall upon Luo Yunhai, who looked utterly wretched but was respectfully standing at the main gate to welco them. Tang Fan smiled playfully. "Do you think this old fellow truly believes we ca here to help him?"
"It seems likely," the middle-aged man, whose na was Tang Feng, responded with a scornful laugh. "His ancestral mansion is ruined, yet he still greets us with such an obsequious smile. He looks just like a dog."
"Haha!!"
His words imdiately elicited a burst of uproarious laughter. Ants should know their place. Being presumptuous only provided amusent.
The Great Elder, Tang Likun, remained silent. His only role was to kill Chen Yang. As long as Chen Yang was dead and the crisis averted, his Yong Master could return to succeed the throne.
"Luo Yunhai greets Yong Master Tang Fan and the Great Elder." As the large party approached, Luo Yunhai, who monts ago had been condemning the Southern Pole royal family for destroying his ancestral ho, was now all smiles, bowing respectfully.
"That thug Chen Yang has massacred the innocent! I beg you, Yong Master Tang Fan, to deliver justice for !" Luo Yunhai said through gritted teeth, getting straight to the point.
Just then, Chen Yang stepped out, followed closely by Yang Hu and Qin Hao.
"Oh?" Tang Fan raised an eyebrow, his gaze landing indifferently on Chen Yang. "Is what he says true?"
The simple question inherently elevated his own status, while Chen Yang was made to seem like a criminal awaiting judgnt.
"What's the matter, pretending not to hear? Or do you think that having a little skill gives you the right to put on airs here?" Tang Feng challenged, sparking another round of laughter.
It wasn't just the people from the Southern Pole royal family. Even the upper-class individuals who had rushed over and erged from the Luo Family's gates joined in with mocking expressions, looking at Chen Yang as if he were a re clown. Although they were well aware that their own serious injuries were caused by these sa royals, what did it matter? It didn't stop them from fawning over and flattering the royalty in the slightest.
Even Tang Fan appeared leisurely and carefree, propping his folding fan against his forehead as if he hadn't a care in the world.
"Yong Master, this man is depraved! He recklessly reaps the lives of others! Please, take action and eradicate him to prevent more people from suffering at his cruel hands!"
"I implore the Yong Master, eliminate this tyrant!"
The crowd spoke out one after another, their voices filled with righteous indignation. Each one posed as an incarnation of justice, shouldering the fate of the world. But for all their words, they all made sure to stay as far away from Chen Yang as possible, inching closer to Tang Fan.
"Who would have thought that a little bastard like you could enrage both gods and n? Kneel, and I shall grant you the rcy of a whole corpse," Tang Fan said coolly, imdiately assuming the role of a savior as he pointed at Chen Yang.
"Yong Master Tang Fan has spoken! Why aren't you kneeling?!" Luo Yunhai shouted, a sinister smile on his face.
Chen Yang laughed, feeling both amused and helpless. These people were quick to forget the pain once the scars healed. Did they really think that with the royals here, everything would be fine? Moreover, they would rather be despised dogs than stand proudly as human beings.
Chen Yang lifted his head. His face was resolute, his eyes glittering with vigor. Compared to Tang Fan, he possessed a distinct charm, like a sword concealing its edge, leaving a lasting impression.
"Are you not going to kneel? Otherwise—" Tang Feng shouted sternly, but his words caught in his throat as his expression suddenly froze.
It wasn't just him; everyone on the scene seed to sense sothing.
Tang Likun's eyes snapped open.
"Who are you, posturing trash, to make our Chen Yang kneel?"
BOOM!
The voice was like thunder from a clear sky, tearing across the heavens. An icy chill abruptly descended upon the entrance of the Luo Family Ancestral Mansion.
"Is that… Chen Hua?!"
"Demon Monarch Chen Hua!!"
The upper-class figures and the onlookers were imdiately struck by a tidal wave of murderous intent, their faces turning ashen.
"Say another word about making Chen Yang kneel. I dare you."
In an instant, killing intent flooded the sky. His aura was like frost. It was as if a god of slaughter had descended.
"HMPH!!" Tang Likun's gaze was piercing. He sneered, "I'm surprised you made it out alive, Chen Hua."
Where his gaze rested, Chen Hua stood in tattered, blood-soaked clothes, his face as pale as death. He was dragging a fractured golden spear as he limped toward them. Blood ran down his arm, dyeing the spear red and leaving a horrifying trail on the ground.
This…
"It's not so easy to kill !" Chen Hua declared, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze intense.
Chen Yang's pupils shrank violently. "Uncle."
"Was it the other two great royal families?" Chen Yang asked in a heavy voice.
Chen Hua nodded. "Don't worry. As long as the Chen Family stands, no one can touch you."
"The Sovereign, he…"
Chen Hua shook his head and gave Chen Yang a reassuring smile. "He's fine."
How tragic was that smile? Chen Yang's heart clenched as a fierce killing intent erupted from him. He should have realized it sooner!
"I'll send you on your way." Tang Likun sneered and extended his right hand. "Saber."
WHOOSH!
The broadsword, which was deeply embedded in the Luo Family's front courtyard, suddenly ripped free from the ground and shot toward him.
"Your saber, my ass."
Chen Yang, who rarely cursed, gripped his sword with both hands, spun, and slashed powerfully behind him.
BOOM!!
Sparks exploded in the air. Under the mighty strike of the Traveling Dragon Sword, the broadsword was sent flying back even faster than it had co. Chen Yang stumbled back several steps, blood dripping from the web of his hand.
Tang Likun was speechless.
"Shall we kill this old fool together?" Chen Yang asked.
Chen Hua bared his teeth in a grin. "Gladly!"
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