Li Yun offered his companions an apologetic smile.
He just wanted to watch a dog-eat-dog show. Who would have thought that Long Chuan, this dog that looked so bold and fierce, would turn out to be so pathetic?
Long Chuan looked deeply embarrassed. He never would have imagined that this unremarkable-looking man could scare his father into kneeling on the ground like a groveling pug.
Long Yicheng raised an eyebrow, looking at Long Chuan in confusion.
"Dad, get up!" Long Chuan urged Long Yicheng. "They're the Little Prince's n! This guy is dead at today, so get up!"
"The... the Little Prince?!"
Long Yicheng's pupils shrank violently. His entire body froze as if he'd been electrocuted. What is happening today? Why are all these god-like figures coming to my insignificant little place?
The Little Prince. He was the most beloved grandson of the forr Pri Minister, Lord Zuo Chang!
"This..." Long Yicheng was dumbfounded. After sucking in a sharp breath, his face turned a purplish-red, his expression complicated. His hands fidgeted, having nowhere to go.
Get up? He didn't dare!
Helpless, he could only bite the bullet and turn to Li Yun, offering a sheepish smile. "M-My lord, hello."
"Garbage!" Li Yun looked down on Long Yicheng condescendingly, his voice dripping with disdain. "I thought you could be useful to the Little Prince, but it turns out you're just a tail-wagging, begging dog! You worthless thing, get out of my sight."
Long Yicheng kept his head down, not daring to make a sound.
One was the Forr Chief Military Commander, the other was the Little Prince. He couldn't afford to offend either of them.
BANG!
Li Yun kicked Long Yicheng aside. "Still haven't rolled away? The sight of you is an eyesore."
Long Yicheng crawled to the side but remained kneeling, showing no intention of getting up.
"Boy, you may have so influence, but in front of my Little Prince, you're still just worthless scum," Li Yun continued, "I gave you a chance. Since you insist on remaining obstinate, we, his servants, have no choice but to send you to hell."
Chen Yang pushed the nu aside and said flatly, "Bring the food out quickly."
"Oh, and add one more place setting."
This, of course, was directed at Long Yicheng.
Long Yicheng wiped the beads of cold sweat from his forehead and nodded. As expected of the Forr Chief Military Commander. He doesn't seem to regard the Little Prince at all.
"Thanks for the al, Boss."
Suddenly, a booming voice echoed from the entrance. Instantly, almost everyone present, including Li Yun and Long Chuan, snapped their gazes toward the doorway.
Is this... one of Chen Yang's n?
The newcor was, of course, Yang Hu.
As he walked toward them, Yang Hu slowly drew a paratrooper knife. A savage grin spread across his lips as an intense killing intent enveloped the entire room.
Li Yun narrowed his eyes. "Hmph! I don't care who you are," he said coldly. "Daring to draw a blade in front of is a death wish!"
"I'm afraid you're the one who's going to die," Yang Hu grinned, baring his teeth. He tucked the hand holding the knife behind his back and flexed his left hand slightly. A cold, murderous glint shot from his tiger-like eyes, his killing intent completely undisguised.
"Arrogant." Li Yun laughed and took a few steps forward. His right hand blurred as it swiped across his waist, sending a short blade flying.
SWISH!
A cold glint flashed through the air as the blade shot toward Yang Hu's forehead with lightning speed.
CLANG!
Yang Hu blocked it with a single hand, the impact creating a tallic ringing. His fingers curled into a claw as he grabbed for Li Yun's wrist.
Caught off guard, Li Yun's short blade slipped from his grasp and fell toward the ground. Yang Hu sent a side kick that perfectly connected with the blade's hilt.
SWOOSH!
A flash of cold silver light erupted. Before Li Yun could react, his own blade pierced his chest, spraying a shower of blood.
"This..." This guy... he's ferocious!
Long Yicheng and Li Yun's companions were all petrified, staring with wide eyes. This was especially true for the companions; they were elites handpicked by the Little Prince, so their strength was obvious. And yet...
"You..." Li Yun staggered back a few steps, leaning against a nearby table. His clothes were soaked in blood, his face ashen. This man... he's so strong!
Yang Hu advanced like a walking iron tower.
Li Yun was terrified. He scread with all his might, "Boy, you'd better think this through! We are n of Prince Zuo Fan! His grandfather is the forr Pri Minister Zuo Chang! Do you understand the consequences?"
BOOM!
Wordlessly, Yang Hu brought down a great coffin-splitting chop. Blood gushed from Li Yun's head, and he imdiately collapsed to his knees. Still silent, Yang Hu grabbed him by the neck and dragged him before Chen Yang like a dead dog.
Everyone who witnessed it was stunned into silence.
"I'll say it again, we are the Little Prince's n!" one of Li Yun's companions threatened coldly. "Don't you understand? You can't afford to provoke him!"
KRKK!
Suddenly, Yang Hu shot out a hand. His five fingers, curved like steel claws, dug brutally into the man's shoulder blade. He slamd him down, and the man's head made intimate contact with the tabletop.
BANG!
The tabletop cracked, and blood splattered everywhere.
Then, Yang Hu dragged the man with one hand and slamd him down in front of Chen Yang. Only then did he wipe the blood from his hands and give a malicious smile. "What damn Little Prince? Who gave him that title?"
"If you piss off my Boss, I'll slaughter the so-called prince right along with you!"
Li Yun was speechless.
He took two deep breaths before asking in a grave voice, "Who... who exactly are you?"
"My surna is Chen. My given na is Yang," Chen Yang said.
As those words left his mouth, Long Chuan froze as if struck by lightning, a chill spreading through his entire body. Li Yun's breath hitched in his throat, and his scalp prickled. Everyone there was dumbstruck, the hair on their bodies standing on end.
"Chen... Chen Yang?!"
It was him...
After the annihilation of the three great imperial houses and the Luo Family just days ago, who in the world didn't know that na?
"You... you're the Forr Chief Military Commander, Chen Yang!" Li Yun stamred, shivering so violently it felt as if his teeth would shatter from the cold.
Chen Yang simply held his teacup and smiled, saying nothing.
How... how can this be?
Li Yun's face was a mask of terror, his mouth agape wide enough to fit a fist. A bone-deep fear left him completely powerless, and he slumped to the ground. A thick, cold sweat soaked through his clothes.
Just monts ago, they had been spewing arrogant nonsense, calling this man of unknown origin worthless scum. They had even acted high and mighty, wanting him and Long Chuan to fight like dogs.
But now... even the Little Prince himself would never dare utter such words. Not even the forr Pri Minister Zuo Chang would be so brazen.
The Forr Chief Military Commander had indeed retired, but his influence and terrifying combat strength were already recognized throughout the world.
Moreover, rumor had it that this Forr Chief Military Commander was the only person in this world with a chance of stepping into the realm of Divine Conquest.
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