A man and his sword stood under the setting sun. His figure was towering, his presence invincible.
Everyone on the scene held their breath, their hearts filled with awe. He was once the Forr Chief Military Commander, undefeated on the battlefield and coveted by nobles and royalty alike. Now, not even the Imperial Clan could halt the continuation of his unbeaten myth.
Just monts ago, Shen Shaokun had been acting with supre arrogance, ready to sentence Chen Yang to death with a few words. Now, he sat paralyzed on the ground, his entire body trembling with fear. He had arrived with an invincible aura, never taking Chen Yang seriously, and had casually spoken of taking his Ancestral Sword.
How utterly preposterous! Humiliation!
PFFT.
With a sudden surge of qi and blood, Shen Shaokun spat out a mouthful, his face as pale as paper. His pitiful state was on full display for all to see. Although no one spoke, their gazes were enough to make him wish the earth would swallow him whole. What was his status? He was the esteed Young Master of the Southern Dipper Academy, being mocked by a group of worthless ants in the mundane world?
"Hmph!" Shen Shaokun struggled to stand, his icy gaze locking onto Chen Yang. "Good! Very good! I, Shen Shaokun, will rember this!"
"Are you threatening ?" Chen Yang looked at him, his tone indifferent.
Suddenly, the temperature of the air plumted, the cold becoming bone-chilling. The few remaining mbers of the Southern Dipper Academy subconsciously touched their foreheads, finding them slick with cold sweat. Even their exhaled breaths turned into a thick mist. A dense killing intent churned in the air.
Even the high and mighty Shen Shaokun felt a cold that seeped into his bones.
HUFF. HUFF.
Gasping for air, Shen Shaokun steeled himself and said, "What, are you going to keep attacking ?"
BOOM!
Tired of wasting words, Chen Yang strode forward, the Ancestral Sword in his hand swinging toward Shen Shaokun's face. A sharp, piercing sound echoed across the field.
SMACK.
A spray of blood blossod in the air like fireworks.
"You want to kill and take this sword? Eh?!" Chen Yang squinted, looking down at Shen Shaokun with a playful expression. He swung the flat of the sword again, the impact so great it felt as if Shen Shaokun's bones were cracking.
The crowd was speechless. This was too ruthless.
Even Shen Shaotian, despite feeling a certain satisfaction, couldn't help but twitch his lips. No matter how bad their relationship was, that was still his second brother. Besides, you wouldn't even beat a dog like this, would you?
Blood stread down Shen Shaokun's face as he propped himself up with his hands, his eyes filled with an undisguised, murderous intent as he stared at Chen Yang. Chen Yang paid him no mind, simply pulling out a cigarette and lighting it leisurely.
Wherever his gaze passed, no one dared to et his eyes. Even Gu Zhiqing averted her gaze. A bone-chilling silence descended upon the vast field.
"Chen Yang, do you know what you're doing?" a long mont passed before Shen Shaokun, having struggled back to his feet, managed to spit out the words.
Chen Yang simply laughed.
Shen Shaokun gritted his teeth, not daring to make a reckless move.
"I have never had any dealings with your Southern Dipper Academy," Chen Yang challenged. "You show up wanting to kill and take my treasure, and now you expect to let it go? Do you think that's possible?"
"Since you know my status, is there any point in saying such things?" Shen Shaokun said grimly.
SMACK.
Chen Yang swung his sword again, lashing him across the face and sending fresh blood spattering.
"What status? Eh?!"
Shen Shaokun was speechless. This man was just as the rumors described: his audacity knew no bounds, and there was no one he wouldn't dare to strike.
He then turned to Shen Shaotian with a pleading look. Shen Shaotian, however, stared down at the ground, his feet idly kicking at a pile of dead leaves.
Shen Shaokun was at a loss for words. What a fine third brother, watching die without lifting a finger?
In truth, given their relationship, Shen Shaokun would have done the sa if their positions were reversed. With his vicious nature, he might have even kicked his brother while he was down. After all, one less competitor ant a greater chance of one day becoming the head of the Southern Dipper Academy.
"I advise you to stop this at once!" Shen Shaokun finally roared, his humiliation turning to rage. He had to save face, even in defeat. If he bowed his head now, how could he ever show his face on Yuning Mountain again?
SLAP.
Chen Yang, a man of ruthless action and few words, delivered another resounding slap. Shen Shaokun staggered, nearly falling flat on his face.
Chen Yang stared at him, a smile playing on his lips that didn't reach his eyes. Shen Shaokun suddenly felt his scalp tingle. Staring back with bloodshot eyes, he gnashed his teeth and yelled, "Enough!"
"I admit I was wrong! I'll apologize, alright?"
The onlookers were speechless.
"It has co to this! Kill or torture , do as you please!" Since he couldn't win the fight, Shen Shaokun decided to go all in, his voice cold and defiant.
Chen Yang found this amusing. He'd thought the guy would stay tough to the end, but he had caved so quickly, and with such a self-righteous tone at that. It was laughable.
BOOM!
Chen Yang slamd a fist into him, and Shen Shaokun collapsed, bleeding from his seven orifices.
"Get lost!" Chen Yang spat out a single, cold word.
Ultimately, he was giving Shen Shaotian so face. Otherwise, given Chen Yang's thods, Shen Shaokun would already be a corpse.
Shen Shaokun scrambled away in a panic. Compared to his grand arrival, he now looked like a stray dog that had lost its ho. The drastic contrast was a pathetic sight to behold.
"Thanks," Shen Shaotian said as he walked over to stand beside Chen Yang, scratching his head sowhat sheepishly.
Logically, he should have been the one helping Chen Yang, but instead, he now owed him a huge favor. Although he disliked his second brother, they were still family. How could he just watch him die?
"We're even," Chen Yang said.
Shen Shaotian's lips twitched. He had originally planned to use this incident to get closer to Liu Qingi, perhaps even inviting her out to admire the flowers and the moon. But now...
Sigh.
Shen Shaotian heaved a long sigh and turned to look at Chen Yang, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light as he began to sche.
Chen Yang turned around and looked at Gu Zhiqing, who was standing not far away.
CLANG!
Gu Zhiqing drew her sword. The blade was slender and elegant, but the piercing killing intent it radiated was almost tangible, threatening to freeze the very air. She said nothing, only staring at Chen Yang.
Chen Yang was taken aback, realizing this woman was not to be trifled with either.
"Do we really need to draw swords on each other?" Chen Yang asked.
"If you want a fight, you'll get one," Gu Zhiqing replied, her tone simple and resolute.
Chen Yang shook his head and turned to leave.
"I was wrong about this. I apologize," Gu Zhiqing said. She left those words hanging in the air as she walked towards the SUV, presenting a stunning view of her retreating figure to the crowd.
"Miss, we should return to the Sword Valley! The war with Red Lotus Valley is about to begin, we can't stay out of it!" Gu Xiulan said patiently as she hurried after her.
"Tsk tsk..." Shen Shaotian pouted, shaking his head in disbelief. "Who would have thought? The ice queen Gu Zhiqing actually apologized. And to a man, no less."
Is this the first ti?
Chen Yang ignored his teasing. After hearing Gu Xiulan's words, his brows furrowed deeply. He turned to Shen Shaotian and asked, "The Biluo Sword Valley is going to war with the Red Lotus Valley?"
"It's inevitable." Shen Shaotian nodded, then shook his head. "It's all because of the Blue Sea Ruins. The entirety of Yuning Mountain has gone mad! There's a rumor that Red Lotus Valley has obtained a fragnt of a map related to the Blue Sea Ruins."
"It's not just the Biluo Sword Valley, which is closest. Even factions further away are getting restless."
Saying this, Shen Shaotian shook his head helplessly.
"A man can be innocent, but possessing a treasure makes him a target. It's a truth as old as ti."
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