Chen Yang wasn't dead.
After taking three consecutive strikes from the Imperial Clan's leader, this Half-step Divine Conquest expert was still alive. Not only that, but anyone could clearly feel that the aura now emanating from Chen Yang was vastly stronger than before.
Despite the surge in power, his face was ashen. In an instant, an earth-shattering wave of discussion erupted on both banks of the Qingyuan River and throughout Cangyun City.
Even though he had left the battlefield and resigned his title as War God of the State to beco a commoner, he was still the sa man. No matter who the enemy was or how strong they were, he would never yield. His towering figure stood unyielding between heaven and earth.
For a mont, it wasn't just the onlookers; even the eyes of Shen Shaotian and Gu Zhiqing flashed with a strange light. It was the sa man, yet at this mont, they felt as if they were seeing him for the first ti. Their sense of superiority, born from Yuning Mountain, vanished without a trace. In its place was not only the acknowledgent of an equal but also a profound sense of admiration.
Yes, this man inspired admiration in them.
It was hard to imagine what kind of resolve, what kind of faith, had forged this body of steel and iron.
"You... are the Emperor?" Chen Yang spoke again, his expression indifferent, his gaze chilling.
"You..." Tu Cunshan's eyes were brimming with extre malevolence as a torrential killing intent erupted from him.
How could he have ever anticipated that things would deviate so far from the script?
That erupting power was truly world-shaking. Even Tu Cunshan felt a sudden, heart-stopping dread. It was as if the vast sky itself was being compressed by Chen Yang's presence.
Could this be an Ancestral Awakening? Tu Cunshan's insight needed no further proof. He quickly arrived at a guess, for he had long heard the tales. During the forging of the Chen Family Ancestral Sword, the first Chen Family Head had thrown himself into the furnace as a sacrifice. This ant the ancestral bloodline essence contained within this sword was far more concentrated than in any external artifact. It made perfect sense that it could trigger an Ancestral Awakening in him.
"Hmph!" Realizing this, Tu Cunshan snorted coldly. "So what? That's right! I *am* the Emperor! Relying on the relic of a dead man, do you think you can defeat ? Aren't you being naive?"
Tu Cunshan pointed his longspear forward. "Co on! I'll stand right here. Show what you've got!"
THUD.
The butt of the spear slamd into the ground, the impact booming like thunder.
WHOOSH!
Chen Yang raised his right hand and plunged it down, making a grasping motion toward the river water beneath him. The Dharma Golden Body behind him mirrored the action, its massive arm plunging straight into the water.
CRASH!
The river waves churned violently. A mont later, the Dharma Golden Body pulled a sword from the depths, clutching it tightly.
It was the Chen Family Ancestral Sword.
BOOM!
Tu Cunshan, who had just claid he would wait for Chen Yang to attack, felt his eyelids twitch violently. Without another word, he brought his spear chopping down, unleashing a blow powerful enough to cleave the heavens. His target was Chen Yang's head, his killing intent boundless and unstoppable.
"Break."
The single word was like a clap of thunder from a clear sky, deafening all who heard it. The Dharma Golden Body, wielding the Ancestral Sword, used no fancy techniques—only a single, direct downward slash, even as Chen Yang urged the reed he stood on to glide swiftly toward the bank.
The sight was absolutely mind-blowing. The sword's edge seed to obliterate everything in its path, its power so imnse it blotted out the sun.
As he moved, Chen Yang's eyes, which had been narrowed to slits, snapped wide open. He was the very image of a Wrathful King Kong.
The next second, with a deafening CRACK, the crowd saw sword qi spread like frost. The very air seed to shatter.
Tu Cunshan's spear took the full force of the blow. Amid a shower of sparks, it held for less than a second before the Ancestral Sword sliced it in two. The sword's montum didn't even slow as it surged toward Tu Cunshan.
In the blink of an eye, the world seed to freeze. Only the torrential sword qi continued to flow.
Tu Cunshan scrambled back again and again, his pupils constricting to pinpricks. His face twisted in horror.
Then, SLICE!
The blade of the Ancestral Sword raked across Tu Cunshan's chest.
Blood gushed like a fountain. Like a kite with a severed string, the Imperial Clan's leader was sent flying. He carved a massive ravine in the ground as he soared, cleaving the earth as if it were tofu.
So seven or eight ters away, THUD!
Tu Cunshan slamd into the earth, making the ground tremble violently as countless arm-thick fissures spiderwebbed out in all directions.
"Cough, cough..." Using his broken spear to prop himself up, he struggled to his feet, hacking up mouthfuls of blood. His face was ashen, his energy completely drained. When he lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes were filled with extre panic and shock.
Everyone present, including those watching on screens, was stunned into silence, their faces masks of horror.
The mighty Clan Leader of the Imperial Clan... was actually defeated? Defeated...
HISS!
The sound of sharp, collective gasps rose and fell across the crowd.
Chen Yang had reached the shore and stared coldly at Tu Cunshan. "And you call yourself the Emperor?"
Tu Cunshan could only stare back in silence.
Chen Yang continued, "I, Chen, told you from the very beginning that my opponent was you! You? Rule this mortal world? Are you even worthy?"
"Hmph!" Tu Cunshan's face was grim. He was wounded, but it was only a flesh wound. For a Half-step Divine Conquest expert like himself, it was hardly a debilitating injury. However, he no longer had the courage to launch another attack.
He suddenly spun his head toward Gu Zhiqing, who had remained silent and still this entire ti. "Miss Zhiqing!" he yelled. "It has co to this! Are you going to continue watching from the sidelines? Your Biluo Sword Valley sent you to assist my Imperial Clan in killing this trash! Why haven't you acted yet?"
His booming voice was filled with frantic urgency.
Before Gu Zhiqing could speak, Gu Xiulan interjected, "We can assist, but we must agree on one thing beforehand. After he is dead, that Spiritual Artifact must belong to our Biluo Sword Valley."
Tu Cunshan was rendered speechless.
What a vulture, swooping in to take advantage of our losses! Can't this old hag see that the Imperial Clan's elite have been all but wiped out?
Tu Cunshan ground his teeth. But as furious as he was, the situation didn't allow for hesitation. He gave a reluctant nod. "Naturally!"
"Very well," Gu Xiulan said with a smug expression, turning to Gu Zhiqing. "Miss, you may act now."
Gu Zhiqing, however, completely ignored her.
"Miss?" Gu Xiulan prompted.
Gu Zhiqing casually brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead. "Clan Leader Tu should be well aware of my relationship with the Biluo Sword Valley," she said indifferently. "Why would I, Gu Zhiqing, need to obey its commands? And since when," she added, her gaze falling on Gu Xiulan, "do my actions require your approval?"
Gu Xiulan's expression froze. "Miss, please consider the bigger picture," she pleaded.
"Say one more word of nonsense, and believe , I will cut you down." Gu Zhiqing's eyes were filled with killing intent as she stared at Gu Xiulan.
Gu Xiulan shrank back, no longer making a sound.
Tu Cunshan was completely dumbfounded.
What in the world is going on?!
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