Chen Hua's laugh was filled with resolve. His blood-stained teeth only added to the desolation in his expression.
The three great imperial clans. The Southern Polar Imperial Clan had co here, while the Dugu Imperial Clan and the West Sea Imperial Clan had gone to the Chen Family. With two great imperial clans joining forces, one could only imagine how brutal the battle at the Chen Family must have been.
Yet despite this, the Demon Monarch of this generation, Chen Hua, had forced his way through the siege to co and aid Chen Yang. The depth of this bond was as clear as day.
Chen Yang wasn't one for words. He said nothing, but his heart raced with an urgent desire to end things here and rush to the Chen Family.
"Hehe..."
Confronted with the formidable strength Chen Yang displayed, Tang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. He then spoke slowly, a smile playing on his lips. "I say, you two, do you have any clue what your own strength is? Still thinking of killing the Great Elder? Stop dreaming and wake up, will you?"
With that, Tang Fan pointed at Chen Yang. "Especially you! You think bringing one cripple is enough to turn the tables? Just as I said before, kneel down now, and I guarantee you'll get to keep your corpse in one piece!"
One had to admit, Tang Fan was jealous of Chen Yang.
Why? He's several years younger than , but he's already an Earth Saint Expert. Even though the web of his hand split and he was injured when he blocked the Great Elder's broadsword, he still blocked it! How can so nobody from the secular world be stronger than , an Imperial Clan Young Descendant?!
Fortunately... he's going to die here today. Die right before my eyes. And perhaps, even die by my own hand.
At this thought, Tang Fan's mood lifted. His tone grew more confident, tinged with a playful cruelty. "What's the matter? Playing dumb, or did you not understand what I said? Kneel down!"
Tang Fan's expression turned frigid, his voice icy and commanding. He then pointed at Chen Hua. "What damn Demon Monarch? Who are you trying to scare? In front of this Young Master, you're less than nothing. What a joke."
「Nearby」
Luo Yunhai and the other upper-class figures stood with their chests puffed out, their expressions arrogant and their lips curled into smirks. This was dominance. This was presence.
As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Regardless of whether this Young Master saw them as dogs, they reveled in his domineering and arrogant threats, feeling their own blood stir with excitent. Many even wore cruel smiles, as if they could already see the tragic sight of Chen Yang being cleaved in two by the Great Elder.
Chen Yang and Chen Hua exchanged a look, and both smiled.
Then, Chen Hua beckoned with his finger. "Feeling cocky? How about a one-on-one duel with my nephew?"
Tang Fan: "..."
"You don't dare?" Chen Hua's face was a mask of scorn. "So it turns out the great Young Master is all talk? You don't even have the guts for a fair fight against soone your own age, yet you have the audacity to order people to kneel? If you're not ashad, I'm ashad for you! Pathetic!"
Tang Fan: "..."
His face visibly flushed a deep red. His eyes narrowed to slits, radiating murderous intent.
"Not convinced?" Without another word, Chen Hua swung his hand in a heavy slap.
"Hmph!" Having retrieved his weapon, Tang Likun sneered as he brought his broadsword down in a powerful chop. He swung his broadsword in a wide, powerful arc. "What powerful Blade Qi!"
Between heaven and earth, the light of the blade flashed, its sharp edge tearing through the air as if to split the world in two.
Chen Yang's eyes narrowed. He took a step forward, a boundless killing intent surging behind him like a great wave crashing against a cliff.
A lone shadow on a frozen river.
Wind and snow my only companions.
I, Chen Yang, walk with my sword.
SWISH!
The Traveling Dragon Sword swept out to et the mountainously heavy broadsword. In a flash of lightning, brilliant sparks erupted over the plaza, as dazzling as fireworks in the dead of night. Splatters of blood mixed with the wind and snow, vanishing like smoke. The ground beneath Chen Yang's feet shattered, and his entire lower leg sank deep into the earth. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
「On the other side」
SNAP.
Abruptly, the sharp sound of a slap echoed through the air. The handso, ethereal Tang Fan staggered back several steps, the five-fingered print of a hand instantly appearing on his face.
Tang Likun: "..."
The crowd: "..."
"You piece of trash who's all talk, who did you tell to kneel? Huh?!"
That short sentence made Luo Yunhai and the others feel their hearts leap into their throats. This was the Young Descendant of the Southern Polar Sovereign, slapped in public for all to see. Such a disgrace. For Tang Fan, it was the first ti in his life he had ever been so humiliated. This slap wasn't just on his face; it was a slap across the face of the entire Southern Polar Imperial Clan.
"You... you're courting death!" Tang Fan clutched his burning cheek, his eyes filled with venom as he roared in fury.
"Kneel." Chen Hua's arm snapped back and then smacked the back of Tang Fan's head. The Young Master, who monts ago had been so insufferably arrogant, crashed to the ground on both knees.
CRACK.
The sound of shattering bone echoed violently.
At the sa ti, Tang Likun's broadsword descended. A mont's carelessness had allowed Tang Fan to suffer such a humiliation, and the Great Elder was now thoroughly enraged. His furious strike made the very void tremble, and sharp Blade Qi saturated every inch of the air.
BOOM!
"Trash, kneel and die," Tang Likun said, attacking with both hands at once. While his blade fell, his left palm struck down toward the top of Chen Yang's head.
A brilliant light flared. Tang Likun, who had expected his palm strike to succeed, quickly retracted his hand, but not before traces of blood seeped from his fingers.
As for Chen Yang, his fingers spasd. The enormous recoil nearly snapped his arms, and a mist of his blood rose, shooting straight into the sky.
Tang Likun's expression grew solemn.
Is this the peak of the Earth Saint level? And I can feel him intentionally guiding my attack into his body... is he trying to use my power to break through his bottleneck? A madman! A ruthless one! With his peerless talent, combined with this ferocity toward himself, breaking out of the Saint Realm and stepping into Divine Conquest is almost a certainty.
"Die!" Tang Likun changed his target mid-strike, aiming directly for Chen Yang. This man had to die, no matter the cost. Every day he remained alive, they would know no peace.
However, sothing that neither Tang Likun, nor Chen Yang, nor anyone present could have ever expected happened next.
Chen Hua suddenly charged forward, throwing himself at Tang Likun.
What... Is this man insane? Tang Likun's eye twitched as a cold glint of light shot toward him.
Left with no choice, he had to divert his attack again. He slashed at the spear while his other hand struck at Chen Hua, who was coming at him with suicidal intent.
CLANG.
The broken spear shattered. Under the force of the palm strike, Chen Hua bled from all seven orifices. Red lines burst across his chest, and he fell rigidly to the ground.
Snow began to cover his body.
How could Chen Yang not understand? Chen Hua was sacrificing himself to buy him ti. The instant Chen Hua had charged, Chen Yang's eyes had beco bloodshot.
Imdiately after, Chen Yang thrust his arm forward, and the Traveling Dragon Sword shot through the void like a bolt of lightning.
SCHLICK!!
Almost at the exact mont Chen Hua hit the ground, the longsword pierced through Tang Likun from behind. It pierced him front to back, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
In truth, Tang Likun had already started to turn, his broadsword halfway through its swing. If Chen Yang had been a fraction of a second slower, or if he had hesitated for even a mont, he wouldn't have been able to withstand the blow.
Tang Likun: "..."
The crowd: "..."
Tang Fan, in particular, looked as if he had seen a ghost, his face a canvas of disbelief.
How is this possible?
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