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Li Jiangong.

Tall and imposing, though over seventy years old, his eyes were as large as copper bells, deep and bright. Paired with a face as wrinkled as old tree bark and the blood-dripping broadsword in his hand, he appeared ferocious, his murderous aura overwhelming.

As he spoke, the wind howled, carrying a desolate, sobbing murmur.

"That piece of trash is probably a cold corpse by now. Do you still intend to resist?" Li Jiangong's mouth curled into a smile. It wasn't overtly chilling or terrifying, yet it was enough to send a shiver down one's spine.

Opposite him, Chen Shangwu was in a wretched state. The cool breeze blew through his blood-stained, grizzled hair, painting a sorrowful picture of a hero in his twilight years.

Subconsciously, he glanced in the direction of the Luo Family, his gaze dimming.

"That brat Chen Yang is tough as nails! Have you all forgotten how he slaughtered you before?" Chen Shangwu said coldly, his eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched.

Then, his body went ramrod straight as he raised his saber. In an instant, a sharp aura erupted, engulfing the surrounding space.

"Still have the energy to boast at a ti like this?!"

Li Jiangong moved.

His broadsword chopped down with force.

BOOM!

A deafening tremor exploded under the dark sky. A mont later, a beam of rainbow light slamd down onto the vast square. The ground trembled violently as a two-layered wave of dust and rubble rolled outward.

Cleaved in two, the square was plowed open, leaving a deep trench behind.

…

「Five miles from the Chen Family, near a major road by the Qingyuan River.」

A large troop of five hundred Martial Guards from the two great royal families was on patrol, securing the area to prevent any incidents or anyone from entering the Chen Family's territory.

The leader, a thin, bored middle-aged man nad Huang Song, lit a cigarette, glanced in the Chen Family's direction, and grumbled with dissatisfaction, "With the three great royal families joining forces, would there still be fools who dare to stir up trouble?"

"Exactly!" a sowhat overweight middle-aged man nad Zhang Qing complained indignantly. "They have us out here freezing our asses off, and once the Chen Family is breached, we won't get our hands on any of the treasures inside."

"It's just our damn luck," Huang Song muttered. The more he thought about it, the angrier and more anxious he beca, finally letting out a harsh curse.

The Chen Royal Clan is dood today.

The fall of a royal clan was like a whale fall—the treasures to be had were endless. For n like them, if they could just rush into the Chen Family compound amid the chaos, they could feast to their heart's content. A pity they could only watch from the sidelines.

"But looking at it from another perspective, we're safer here," Zhang Qing said, patting Huang Song on the back, perhaps to comfort himself. "At the very least, our lives aren't in danger."

Zhang Qing was about to say more when he suddenly heard the roar of an engine. A minivan was speeding toward them through the wind and snow.

Looking up, he saw a blood-red Longsword extending from the passenger-side window, just hanging there.

"Well, what do you know? Soone's actually here to die." Already gloomy, Huang Song snuffed out his cigarette and barked to a subordinate, "Hand my saber."

"No, wait!" Zhang Qing hurriedly intervened. "That's… That's Chen Yang."

He had never seen Chen Yang in person, but he had certainly heard of the Traveling Dragon Sword.

At these words, Huang Song, who had been gearing up for a kill, broke out in a cold sweat. "Chen… Chen Yang?"

Could it be that the Southern Royal Family failed to kill him? This…

Huang Song was overco with a sudden wave of panic. Despite being backed by five hundred elite guards, the sight of the Traveling Dragon Sword, over one and a half ters long, being hoisted into the air left his mind completely blank.

A chill shot up from the soles of his feet, spreading instantly through his entire body.

CLANG!

The sword trembled lightly.

Imdiately after, a streak of starlight tore through the sky, heading straight for them.

Huang Song only saw the minivan's speed didn't drop as it charged recklessly forward. He had yet to regain his senses, not even having ti to blink, when a sword slashed down from above, its Sword Qi blazing like a rainbow.

"Disperse, scatter!" Huang Song instinctively bellowed.

But as the words left his mouth, the sword light illuminated half the sky. It struck like a thunderbolt, causing the very ground to tremble.

BOOM!

The sound, like a clap of thunder, exploded over the field.

Afterward, the minivan drove through as if unopposed, its engine roaring.

Huang Song stood frozen, dumb as a wooden chicken, his eyes wide with horror as he watched the five hundred Martial Guards beside him fall, row by row.

The entire line collapsed in a single exchange.

Throughout the entire process, the attacker had only swung his sword once.

"This…" Zhang Qing, standing next to Huang Song, was scared out of his wits and nearly fainted on the spot.

"Who can stop , Chen Yang, from going where I please?"

With the sword back in its scabbard, the minivan sped away, leaving nothing but dust behind.

The survivors were soaked in cold sweat, as if they had just taken a stroll through the Ghost Gate Pass.

Too terrifying!

Huang Song gasped for air, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. He felt a mixture of relief at having survived and a sense of utter desolation.

However, cradling a sword in both hands, Qin Hao walked unhurriedly toward Huang Song and Zhang Qing. With little emotion on his face, he said indifferently, "My Big Brother said that not one person from the royal families is to be left alive."

He'd just escorted Sun Xiaoli and the others ho, which was why he was a little late.

"Will you commit suicide, or shall I do it for you?"

Today's Qin Hao was no longer the naïve and innocent boy he once was. Following Chen Yang had shown him the dangers, selfishness, and darkness of human nature in this world. He also knew that no one who deserved to die could be spared.

Huang Song: "…"

Zhang Qing: "…"

Heavy snow fell that day.

News from outside the Chen Royal Clan shook the entire Cangyun City.

Red Lotus Valley was blocked by Biluo Sword Valley.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the three great royal families joined forces and struck, dividing their troops into two groups—one to kill Chen Yang, the other to besiege the Chen Family.

Chen Yang killed the Great Elder of the Southern Royal Family with a single sword strike, annihilated the entire Luo Family, and was now rushing to the aid of the Chen Royal Clan.

Within an hour, the Chen Royal Clan had been crippled by the combined forces of the other two great royal families and was on the brink of annihilation.

"It looks like the Chen Royal Clan is dood. From now on, there will only be three great royal families."

"It's not just the Chen Royal Clan; this Forr Chief Military Commander probably won't survive today either. The battle at Qingyuan River a year ago should finally co to a complete end today."

"Sigh, this damned world… Is it really determined to let the good die young while the wicked live for a thousand years?"

"…"