The vast wilderness, watched by ten thousand people.
And that young man stood holding a sword, calm and composed.
Gu Qing's brows furrowed deeply, yet he remained silent for now.
Everyone around was silently observing, gathered in small groups, occasionally whispering.
Like seeing a glimpse of a leopard through a tube.
It's evident that Chen Yang's influence and intimidation in Yuning Mountain, in this Shisu Town, has reached a considerable extent.
He forcefully carved out a formidable reputation.
Even the silver-armored guards of the City Lord's Mansion were killed as he pleased, without even ntioning the backing he had; just this courage and decisive slaughter were enough to make people look on in fear.
Although everyone knew he possessed a part of a fragnted map, those who truly dared to take action against him were ultimately a small handful.
In reality, many could guess that Chen Yang's high-profile actions, killing when necessary, were intended to intimidate and thereby reduce unnecessary trouble.
Evidently, even the Gu Qingshan from Biluo Sword Valley at this mont did not dare to act rashly.
In contrast to others, Gu Qingshan was well aware that this young man before them not only single-handedly killed the Imperial Clan leader Tu Cunshan, but had also slain several top experts from his Biluo Sword Valley.
Especially Gu Tai.
For this reason, he had to be cautious.
After a long ti, the Elder of Biluo Sword Valley finally spoke: "Boy, we didn't co looking for trouble with you, and you dare to co on your own?"
"I'm taking her away."
Chen Yang pointed at Gu Zhiqing, who was already struggling to get up.
"Hmph!"
Gu Qing snorted coldly, "That's absolutely impossible!"
"You can't even protect yourself, and you have the spare ti to ddle in the affairs of my Biluo Sword Valley?"
Gu Qing was enraged; previously, he had only heard rumors, but now he finally encountered this domineering person who seed to not regard him at all.
Chen Yang ignored, snapped his fingers, and Shen Shaotian brought over a tall horse.
"Let's go." Chen Yang said to Gu Zhiqing.
Gu Zhiqing stared at Chen Yang, without saying a word, just staring with a blank expression.
Chen Yang shook his head, leaped into the air, mounted the horse, grabbed the reins with one hand, and said softly, "Really not going?"
"Who asked you to rescue ?" Gu Zhiqing spoke, her words carrying endless coldness.
"When injustice appears, draw the sword to help." Chen Yang's lips curved with a hint of a smile, "Is this reason enough?"
Gu Zhiqing fell silent again.
"Moreover, back then you refused to help Tu Cunshan attack , so this ti we can call it even." Helplessly, Chen Yang could only explain a little, as he genuinely witnessed this woman's coldness firsthand.
Clearly it was a rescue, yet it felt like a harm.
After saying that, Chen Yang extended a hand.
Gu Zhiqing hesitated, to be precise, struggled; there was a mont earlier when she truly wished to just die.
However…
This Myriad Mile Territory, these beautiful rivers and mountains, she hadn't yet fully seen them for him.
Then she reached out her delicate hand stained with blood.
Chen Yang forcefully pulled her onto the horse, positioned ambiguously, intimately, one in front of the other.
"You..."
As Gu Zhiqing spoke, Chen Yang instinctively retreated a bit, distanced himself from her.
Gu Zhiqing turned her face away, cheeks lightly flushed.
In her entire life, apart from with that man, she had never had such close interaction with another man, feeling resistant, yet shyness prevailed more.
"Gu Qingshan is very strong; you might not be able to defeat him." Perhaps to avoid awkwardness, Gu Zhiqing spoke proactively.
"If he dares to act, I dare to kill him."
Chen Yang's words did not evade anyone, echoing slowly in the arena.
Gu Qingshan: "..."
The crowd: "..."
They had seen arrogant people before, but never to such an extent; it was indeed a first.
Who was Gu Qingshan?
He was one of the elders of Biluo Sword Valley, a veteran Half-step Divine Conquest expert, yet in your eyes, so insignificant, can be killed as easily?
Arrogant!!
Even Gu Zhiqing couldn't help but be moved.
Since she was nearby, she could clearly sense the domineering emanation and full confidence from this man.
"You're too arrogant."
Perhaps out of a rebellious mindset, Gu Zhiqing retorted.
Chen Yang smiled silently.
He shook the reins, ready to leave.
"What did I say before? These two were a perfect match since the beginning. If this continues, won't they end up sharing a bed?"
Beside him, Shen Shaotian muttered to himself, "This guy looks honest and simple, yet he's adept at wooing won."
"Beast, beast!"
Not far away, Gu Qingshan's face darkened completely; was he just being ignored like this?
Heh…
Yet, before the furious Gu Qingshan could speak, a steward next to him stepped forward angrily and roared: "You bastard, who told you to leave? Get off the horse imdiately and accept the punishnt from my Biluo Sword Valley!"
As the sound waves rolled, his anger overflowed.
"Oh?"
Chen Yang's lips curled into a faint smile.
Then.
A flash of cold light shot forth.
The strong wind howled, and the void trembled.
The steward's face changed dramatically, and he wasn't slow to react, raising the Three-Foot Green Peak Sword to slash forward, only for the cold light to vanish without a trace.
Leaving only a swirl of dust on the ground behind him.
Chen Yang, back to the crowd, his horse had already stepped forward.
"You..."
The steward was about to say sothing, but his face turned pale instantly; he lowered his head subconsciously, only to see a fine line of blood appear suddenly on his chest and abdon.
As the wind blew.
This strong steward from Biluo Sword Valley fell to the ground, blood gushing forth.
This scene left everyone on the field stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.
They saw clearly that Chen Yang's ancestral sword was rely pushed open a few inches by his thumb.
A sword extending three inches could slay a Saint realm expert?
This...
Even Gu Qingshan's eyes narrowed sharply.
This guy seed to be even stronger than he had imagined.
But...
Was he just going to watch him leave?
"Hmph!"
Gu Qingshan had to make a statent, otherwise, both he and the entire Biluo Sword Valley would lose face, "Imdiately put down Gu Zhiqing, or else don't bla for being rude!"
Chen Yang, back to the crowd, his voice slightly ethereal, echoed softly, "My ancestral sword rarely leaves its sheath; when it does, it kills."
"A sword half-drawn can kill the peerless of the sa level; if it's drawn fully, it's enough to kill you."
"Are you overestimating yourself?"
Gu Qingshan laughed angrily, raising his arm, his sword ready to slash out.
Clang.
Chen Yang, unsheathed the sword.
The dazzling starlight descended like a galaxy.
Amidst the stunned silence, a strand of sword light slashed down in the void, sword qi crisscrossing.
Boom!
Suddenly, an explosion burst forth, scattering a large area of sparks.
Tap, tap, tap.
Gu Qingshan retreated dozens of steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes shrinking tightly as his body trembled.
The sword split in two.
Gu Qingshan looked up in shock, but the young man on horseback was already far away.
The setting sun cast its glow, as if gilding him with gold.
Peerlessly elegant.
Gallant, like clouds.
"..."
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