Deathly stillness pervaded. The only sound was the howling wind and rain, sharp as knives. Above the firmant, it seed as though a layer of thick, dark ink had been splashed across it, rolling and sweeping with the wind.
Compared to just monts ago, when the mbers of the Imperial Clan looked excited, as if victory was within their grasp, they now resembled mourners at a wake.
Their Young Master, the Imperial Son, had died without even touching the edge of his opponent's robe?
CLATTER.
Chen Yang stood with his sword, his damaged armor crackling with his movents.
He was as indifferent as the wind, reserved in his speech and expression.
Though the days of his youth were long past, he was still the sa undefeated War God of the State from years ago, who rode into battle with an aura that reached the clouds. Whether it was the Imperial Clan or the cultivational sects of Yuning Mountain, none of their noble identities could compare to Chen Yang at this mont.
His brilliant, divine might was like that of a deity. The countless people on the field could only look on with a shared sense of trepidation.
This man was too strong!
The sheer force of will he emanated was enough to make one's soul tremble uncontrollably.
The mist of blood dissipated.
"Such trash dares to claim to be born with the bearing of a great emperor?" Chen Yang's indifferent words were like a sharp knife hanging in the void, piercing directly into the hearts of Tu Cunshan and all the Imperial Clan mbers.
A violent killing intent suddenly burst forth, aid straight at Chen Yang.
"You… you were still holding back?" Tu Cunshan's chilling gaze slowly settled on him, filled with astonishnt, shock, and an overwhelming, boundless killing intent.
At once, a tsunami of voices erupted along the banks of the Qingyuan River.
Did this an that the Forr Chief Military Commander had only used a fraction of his strength to kill Tu An?
"From the very beginning, you were my only target. As for so Tu Su or a so-called emperor's bearing, they're nothing but a joke. When have I ever taken them seriously?" A faint smile touched Chen Yang's lips.
Tu Cunshan was left speechless.
"Trash, you dare to look down on ?" Chen Yang's words made the Imperial Clan Leader explode with rage, his murderous aura surging in every direction.
Chen Yang tapped his forehead with the hilt of his sword and teased, "Besides being older, what part of you is worthy of my respect?"
A Heaven Saint versus a Half-step Divine Conquest.
It wasn't impossible!
"Imperial Clan Leader Tu Cunshan, I invite you to battle. Myriad Mile Territory, the Eight Hundred Li Qingyuan River, and all you living beings, bear witness for ."
CLANG!
Chen Yang raised his hand, pointing his sword toward the southern sky.
His towering physique and dazzling pose were like the sun hanging high in the sky—blinding, astounding, and utterly world-shaking.
In that instant, everyone present was horrified.
The entire Qingyuan River region, and as far as the mountains and rivers reached, fell into an eerie silence.
The Imperial Clan Leader!
Ordinarily, everyone felt a deep reverence for this Dominator who towered above the mortal world, not daring to overstep their bounds even in speech. Yet now, he was being challenged to his face.
Everyone had guessed this mont would co, but witnessing it firsthand stirred an entirely different emotion within them.
"He is truly worthy of being the supre god in the hearts of all good n of the Martial Departnt, and the undisputed overlord of this era."
"You must survive!"
Across the vast lands, countless living beings were praying for him.
The dark clouds churned. The rain poured down as if the Milky Way had burst its banks.
To the side, Shen Shaotian couldn't help but let the corner of his mouth twitch. This guy is certainly domineering, but isn't he getting ahead of himself?
After all, even he would only face defeat against Tu Cunshan. That old man was truly formidable!
"A pathetic clown who knows nothing of life and death. How laughable," Gu Xiulan sneered, her sinister eyes fixed on the Ancestral Sword in Chen Yang's hand. The allure of a Spiritual Artifact was an insuppressible greed, even for soone from a Yuning Mountain cultivational sect.
Gu Zhiqing said nothing, quietly waiting to see how events would unfold.
"Haha!" Tu Cunshan laughed as if he had heard the world's funniest joke, his rage turning to mirth. "Challenge ? Are you worthy? Your lone courage can't hide the fact that you are nothing but a frog in a well."
As he spoke, a boundless killing intent poured down from the sky. An almost tangible killing intent filled every inch of the air, coming in surging, rolling waves, one after another, as vast and majestic as a mighty river.
"You killed my son! You deserve to die!" Tu Cunshan's crimson eyes, like copper bells, burst with an extraordinary cold light as his furious words thundered.
SPLATTER!
Raindrops struck the iron armor, blossoming like splendid flowers.
Shen Shaotian walked to Chen Yang's side to stand shoulder to shoulder with him. He was about to speak when a detached voice ca, "No need. I can handle this alone."
Shen Shaotian was left speechless. This guy… he really is Liu Qingi's cousin. That stubbornness and pride are exactly the sa.
But he didn't intend to give up. He tried to persuade him, "There's no need to face a shaless old bastard like him head-on. Let's team up and finish him."
"No need."
DING.
The Ancestral Sword tapped the ground, letting out a light hum.
"Today, you will die!"
Tu Cunshan held one hand behind his back and, with a spear in the other, struck downward with all his force.
SWISH!
In an instant, the entire void before them twisted and warped. Before anyone could react, a sharp ray of rainbow light condensed and, with a whoosh, tore through the air, heading straight for Chen Yang.
The technique was astonishing. Even Shen Shaotian was moved.
But he still made his move. For Liu Qingi, for the woman he tirelessly pursued, he charged into the fray without a mont's hesitation.
BOOM!
Shen Shaotian swung his sword, and a vast expanse of Frost-like Sword Qi exploded across the sky. The terrifying aftershocks alone spread to every corner.
"I am at the Half-step Divine Conquest realm! Do you think you can block my full-powered attack? Just because you're the Young Master of the Southern Dipper Academy? Huh?!"
A burst of rainbow light shot past, heading straight for Chen Yang.
Chen Yang narrowed his eyes and raised his sword to counter, but the disparity in their realms was obvious. Even while wielding a Spiritual Artifact, he was grievously wounded and sent flying backward.
THUD!
He plunged the Ancestral Sword into the ground, struggling to stabilize his body.
The webbing of his hand was a bloody ss, and his armor was shattered. What little remained was splattered with blood, its luster completely gone.
"Cough, cough."
He spurted mouthfuls of blood.
Kneeling on one knee, Chen Yang stared unblinking at the Ancestral Sword. Though he was bloodied and in a pitiful state, in the eyes of the onlookers, he still appeared tall and unyielding.
Not long ago, he had swept through the Barbarian Country, securing a century of peace.
And now, even in his miserable condition, the unbending pride from his days in the Martial Guard made his presence as dazzling as ever.
"I hope you're not as wild as I imagine," Chen Yang murmured, caressing the blade as a look of grim resolve settled on his face.
"Fight ? You?" Tu Cunshan mocked rcilessly. "With your ager strength, what makes you think you can fight ? Huh?!"
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