BOOM! A clap of spring thunder exploded. Pale lightning danced wildly within the clouds.
Beyond the wind and rain, the world was enveloped in a deathly silence. A suffocating, lethal aura perated the air.
Tu Cunshan strode slowly forward. Following closely behind him were the forr Pri Minister, Zuo Chang, and a young man who appeared to be around thirty. The young man had a powerful build and a surging aura. His dazzling brilliance and divine majesty were enough to overwhelm the soul.
His already sharp eyes, like those of a leopard spotting its prey, grazed past Shen Shaotian before locking firmly onto Chen Yang. The corner of his mouth twitched, then curled into a smirk brimming with provocation.
Beside them, Zuo Chang's face was mostly expressionless, almost wooden. Only his deep-set eyes flickered with incomparable bitterness and venomous hatred. Of the entire Zuo Family, he was the sole survivor; all the rest had been annihilated. The blood feud for his exterminated clan was one that could not be reconciled under the heavens! If looks could kill, Chen Yang would have died a thousand tis over.
"The people of this mortal world say that he, Chen Yang, has suppressed his entire generation and is a symbol of this era," Tu Cunshan began. "And the facts have proven he does have so ability."
As he spoke, Tu Cunshan gestured toward the young man beside him. "My son, Tu An, was born with the bearing of a Great Emperor. He has always disdained consorting with the so-called peers of this dusty world."
Such claims—that he was born with the bearing of a Great Emperor and disdained his peers—were obviously exaggerated. Even so, they made clear the position Tu An held in Tu Cunshan's heart. He was most likely being grood as the next Clan Leader.
"Now that we have t, my son Tu An will naturally put an end to the myth of you, the Forr Chief Military Commander! It is a blessing from your past life that you get to serve as his whetstone, helping him reach an even greater height."
He spoke with utter conviction, full of confidence. He didn't bother to list Chen Yang's supposed cris. Why waste breath on a dead man walking? Better to let him burn his remaining embers before his demise.
"Since you're dead either way, using your blood to pave an imperial road for my son would be a fitting end for you!" Tu Cunshan glanced at Chen Yang, a faint smile on his lips.
"What a load of bullshit!" Shen Shaotian exploded with rage. That old scoundrel actually wants to use my brother-in-law as a whetstone?
"Young Master Shen, you are not my opponent," Tu Cunshan said, not with anger, but with a smile. "But rest assured, I will not harm you. Of course, if you think you can intervene and save him, you are sorely mistaken."
"You…" Shen Shaotian started to say more, but Chen Yang walked over and clapped him on the shoulder. "Let handle this."
Chen Yang glanced at Tu An before his gaze fell indifferently upon Tu Cunshan. "Let's not waste ti."
Shen Shaotian was speechless.
Tu Cunshan was speechless.
They had imagined many possible reactions from Chen Yang, but none of them involved him being so direct. Was he implying that Tu Cunshan himself should make a move?
Everyone's gaze converged on Chen Yang, and that naturally included Gu Zhiqing's.
"Miss, this man truly doesn't know life from death. Does he really think that wielding a single Spiritual Artifact allows him to disregard everyone?" Gu Xiulan sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I've heard that this Tu Cunshan has one foot in the Saint Realm already."
"Forget about this piece of trash. Even that bastard Shen Shaotian wouldn't stand a chance against him."
Gu Zhiqing remained silent, showing no intention of voicing an opinion. She had always found Chen Yang sowhat inscrutable, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.
"Chen Yang, aren't you being a little too arrogant?" Shen Shaotian tugged on Chen Yang's sleeve. "Since that old scoundrel Tu Cunshan dares to make such bold claims, he must be extrely confident. You'd better be careful."
"My son Tu An, who possesses the bearing of an Emperor, will use your blood today to show all living beings who truly stands above this generation, and who is the true symbol of this era!" Tu Cunshan's sowhat ethereal voice drifted through the air. The eyes of every mber of the Imperial Clan present burned with fervor, their blood surged, and an innate pride erupted from the depths of their bones.
"Chen Yang, I hope you use your full strength. Do not disappoint ." Tu Cunshan adopted an arrogant posture, looking down on Chen Yang. He then turned to his son. "Tu An, this is a rare whetstone for you. You may attack with your full power."
"With here, Shen Shaotian will not be able to interfere."
"Very well!"
Tu An nodded and took several steps forward. He moved with such speed that a series of sonic booms cracked through the air. His body, shimring with light from the sheer velocity, followed an inconceivable trajectory to hover in midair.
It went without saying that a master of this caliber could shatter mountains and rivers with a single casual punch.
"I, Tu An, possess the True Dragon Form! My life is destined to be one of brilliant splendor. You, Chen Yang, are but a faint glimr, fated to beco my stepping stone."
Tu An's declaration earned a satisfied nod from Tu Cunshan. He was certain that under Tu An's future leadership, the Imperial Clan would ascend to a new height. Even if Chen Yang turned out to be stronger than expected, the final outco would not change. With Tu Cunshan present, Tu An was already invincible.
"Die!"
As the single word fell, Tu An's palm erupted with brilliant light. A colossal palm print materialized and descended, aiming to smash Chen Yang into pulp.
Chen Yang remained motionless. Only when the palm print was nearly upon him did he take half a step forward.
Tu An, his face contorted with cruel intent and a victorious smile, suddenly felt a trendous force squeezing him from all directions. His body froze mid-air.
Then, Chen Yang completed his step.
BOOM!
Tu An, whose aura had been bursting forth just a mont ago, suddenly dropped to his knees. His kneecaps slamd into the ground with a thunderous crash, cracking the earth and sending dust billowing into the air.
"This…"
In an instant, the expression on every spectator's face changed. They were utterly dumbfounded.
Logically, even if one combatant was inferior, the fight should have lasted at least ten exchanges before a winner was decided. After all, one was the long-renowned Forr Chief Military Commander, while the other was a favored son of the Imperial Clan in whom Tu Cunshan had placed imnse hope.
And yet, the battle had been decided in a single exchange. Crucially, Chen Yang hadn't even truly attacked; he had simply taken one step.
"Good lad! Now that's what I call fierce!" Shen Shaotian exclaid, giving a thumbs-up in unabashed admiration.
"My son has the bearing of an Emperor! How could he possibly be defeated? That little bastard must have used so despicable trick!" Tu Cunshan roared, flicking his right hand.
BOOM!
The spear that had been plunged into the ground shot into the air. It flashed with silver light as it stabbed horizontally, aid directly at Chen Yang's chest.
"Old scoundrel, can't take a loss?" Shen Shaotian, who had been ready and waiting, slashed out with his sword.
BOOM!
In the blink of an eye, the spear was knocked back. Shen Shaotian, however, was driven back, his feet carving a shocking trench in the ground.
THUD.
Chen Yang took another step.
Tu An, who was just recovering from the initial shock, was assaulted by that crushing pressure once more. Blood poured from his seven orifices before, with another loud boom, he exploded into a mist of blood before everyone's eyes.
"The bearing of an Emperor?"
Chen Yang looked at Tu Cunshan, a smile playing on his lips.
Never mind soone who was rely posturing for fa. Even if a true Emperor stood before him today, he would be slain right here, under this stormy sky.
Tu Cunshan was rendered speechless.
The crowd was utterly silent.
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