GASP.
The vast arena plunged into a deathly silence.
Who could have possibly imagined such a drastic turn of events?
The Sovereign of the West Sea, Li Jiangong, was dead? Just like that?
Dead…
All eyes turned to the Forr Chief Military Commander. He stood with a sword in one hand, pointing it obliquely toward the southern sky.
GASP!
The mbers of the royal families, who had been poised to charge into the Chen Family residence and plunder it, all scrambled back. Even their Elders' hearts pounded with fear, and they dared not advance.
In the current situation, Chen Yang clearly wielded a strand of mysterious and incomparably potent power, so overwhelming that even the Sovereign of the West Sea, Li Jiangong, had been utterly helpless against it. No matter how unwilling they were, for them to launch an attack with their level of strength would be suicide.
"How is this possible? Killing a Sovereign with a single sword strike… It's simply inconceivable."
"This Forr Chief Military Commander has an endless array of thods. He's no simple man!"
On the far bank of the Qingyuan River, a crowd of onlookers who had co to watch the spectacle were all stunned, gasping in amazent at the scene. They had all assud this was a hopeless situation for the Chens. Who could have expected this…
THUD.
Chen Hua smiled, but he could no longer hold himself up and crashed to the ground. He was simply too exhausted. His wounds were so severe he could no longer stand. He just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up.
"Hmph!"
Nearby, Chen Shangwu, though extrely weak himself, snorted in defiance. "What is that woman Liu Qingi playing at? Did she predict that the Chen Family wouldn't be able to protect Chen Yang?"
"Fine, you're impressive, and I thank you for it," Chen Shangwu conceded, his voice a mixture of helplessness and dejection, yet his tone remained exceptionally firm. "But even so, Chen Yang is a son of the Chen Family! Don't even think of taking that away from us."
It had to be said, the old man was incredibly stubborn. To be hung up on such a matter at a ti like this was utterly ridiculous.
GULP.
eting Chen Yang's piercing gaze, the Great Elder of the West Sea royal family swallowed hard, then imdiately dropped to his knees. "Our clan was bewitched! We have made a grievous error! From this day forward, the West Sea royal family will follow Lord Chen's lead. We beg for a path to survival!"
Chen Yang's eyes narrowed. "Follow my lead? A path to survival?"
His expression was resolute, his words carrying an overwhelming pressure. The Great Elder's face contorted in fear. He could clearly feel the indescribable rage and killing intent radiating from Chen Yang.
"Say that again. I dare you."
The Great Elder: "…"
Everyone: "…"
It wasn't just the Great Elder; every mber of the royal families wore an expression of awkward embarrassnt. They had already submitted, addressing themselves as subordinates, yet the other party showed not a shred of appreciation.
anwhile, Chen Shangwu's lips curled into a smirk. He was clearly relishing the drama. His eyes narrowed to slits, revealing a flash of white teeth as he sat back to enjoy the show.
BOOM!
In the next instant, Chen Yang shot forward. The white light swirling around him was pulled taut, lashing out like a volley of a thousand arrows, all coalescing around the longsword as it cleaved down.
The sky was rent asunder, and the world trembled violently.
A powerful storm materialized from thin air, rising against the blizzard to descend upon the Great Elder's head.
"You—" the Great Elder roared in fury, flipping to his feet. His hands moved in a rapid blur, conjuring the ghastly phantom of a tiger before him. It opened its cavernous maw, letting out a deafening, rolling roar as he thrust a palm forward.
The strike blotted out the sky in a terrifying spectacle. This was the ultimate expression of power from an early-stage Heaven Saint Expert, a surging, incomparable pressure that would have instantly killed any Earth Saint Expert it faced.
Unfortunately for him, today he was facing Chen Yang.
One sword thrust forward.
Brilliant white light erupted with a deafening howl, like a river bursting its dams and mountains crumbling. It was a simple sword strike, yet in Chen Yang's hands, it pulsed with an indescribable sharpness and killing intent. The tiger phantom, swiping with its colossal claws, was instantly annihilated, vanishing into the void.
BOOM!
When the dust settled, only light remained.
The longsword continued onward, fast as a bolt of lightning, and pierced straight through the Great Elder.
STAGGER. STAGGER. STAGGER.
The Great Elder stumbled backward uncontrollably, each heavy step blasting a crater in the earth until he was finally impaled, pinned diagonally to the ground.
"Pfft."
He coughed up mouthful after mouthful of blood. Though his aura still seed potent, his life was rapidly draining away.
In a daze, for a fleeting mont, it was as if the Great Elder saw Chen Yang on the verge of achieving Divine Conquest. In that vision, it didn't matter if you were a peerless expert spanning the nine heavens and ten earths, or a clan that had stood at the pinnacle of this grand world for centuries. In his presence, all you could do was kneel in submission. Anyone who dared to resist would die.
SWISH!
After Chen Yang withdrew the Traveling Dragon Sword, the Great Elder from the West Sea royal family collapsed to his knees and died.
"Follow my lead? Are you worthy?" Chen Yang asked coolly, standing with his sword in hand.
The Great Elder: "…"
The crowd: "…"
This was too savage, too tyrannical!
"Do you even deserve to live? Hm?!"
The Great Elder: "…"
SWISH!
With a single sweep of his sword, the elite Martial Guards from the two royal families fell, row after row.
The wind and snow swirled between heaven and earth. But soon, the wind died down, and the heavy snow that had fallen for days finally began to cease.
The Four Great Royal Families, who had stood at the pinnacle, looking down upon the masses and treating ordinary people like weeds, had fallen, with no possibility of ever rising again. While many cheered, there was also a sense of lancholy. Since ancient tis, the new has always replaced the old. With the demise of the Four Great Royal Families, new overlords would surely rise to take their place.
But who would they be?
Would it be this Forr Chief Military Commander, or soone else?
And how would this grand and turbulent era change? Would everything remain the sa, or would it beco a world of boundless prospects under clear skies?
No one knew, and no one could say for certain. Only ti would tell.
VMMM.
The white, incandescent light, which had struck with the force of thunder and unstoppable power, gradually faded after those two slashes, vanishing without a trace. It was like a fleeting dream.
THUD.
Chen Yang, who had been holding on through sheer force of will, finally stumbled as if his entire essence, energy, and spirit had been drained away, and collapsed to the ground. His face and deanor were etched with exhaustion and defeat. That he had lasted this long was a testant not only to his strength, but his willpower.
If not for the Jade Pendant from Liu Qingi, which had activated in ti to launch a desperate counterattack, not a single person with the Chen na would have survived here today.
"Hahhh…"
Watching the dark clouds finally disperse, Chen Yang let out a long breath.
Yang Hu and Qin Hao entered the field, their eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly. This battle had drawn the world's attention and had been horrifically brutal. If another Saint-level expert were to launch a sneak attack now, neither the weakened Chen Shangwu nor the exhausted Chen Yang would have the strength to fight back.
However, the unexpected arrived all the sa.
CLAP. CLAP.
A young man in a white robe approached, clapping as he smiled. "What a beautiful counter-kill. It even stunned this Young Master."
"Although you borrowed an external force, one cannot deny it was quite beautiful," the young man, who was none other than Tu Su, said, nodding with an appreciative look. "After all, every person of remarkable talent is also a bearer of great destiny! And luck is a part of strength, is it not?"
Instantly, the atmosphere on the field grew tense.
"…"
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