"This..."
In an instant, whether it was Qiao Shan, Chu Jiang, or Chu Tianhong, they all stared wide-eyed, fixedly at Chen Yang, as if they had seen a ghost.
This, what is happening?
Clearly visible, the sword in Qiao Shan's hand was cut in two. Furthermore, there was a shocking wound on his chest stretching from the left shoulder to the lower right abdon.
The flesh was turned outward, and the white bones were exposed so starkly, creating a strong visual impact.
And Chen Yang, remained seated on the horse's back, unmoving like a bell.
The most critical point was that the longsword in his hand was only drawn halfway.
Halfway...
Gulp.
In the dead silent atmosphere, many people swallowed deeply.
This guy, how is he so strong?
"You..."
Seeing Chen Yang only drew half the sword, Qiao Shan, who was just confident and arrogant, had bloodshot eyes and clenched his teeth tightly, as if deeply humiliated.
Who is he? The young master of Windwelco Academy, not the strongest in the academy, but definitely among the top tier.
Yet, facing a peer, he lost with just half a move?
How could he, always viewed as a prodigy, accept this?
"Half a sword drawn, defeating peers, not bad, not bad."
Chen Changsheng, watching from the side, nodded slightly in appreciation, but the next sentence was extrely harmful to Qiao Shan, akin to being stabbed in the chest.
"Can't even handle half a sword from soone, and still have the face to co here? ntion killing? Truly shaless, even this old guy gained so knowledge."
Chen Changsheng laughed broadly, speaking unrestrainedly and mockingly.
"You old thing..."
This response made Qiao Shan's face turn iron blue, his body tremble uncontrollably, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, glaring extrely venomously at Chen Changsheng.
"Not convinced?"
Chen Changsheng laughed, pointing at Chen Yang, "Young people, it's normal not to be willing to lose, then continue, beat him, and I'll look at you differently."
Qiao Shan: "..."
What old thing, purposely provoking people?
Looking differently.
Need you to look differently?
"Dare not? Cowardly?" Chen Changsheng exaggeratedly laughed out loud, "Since no guts, then lie there quietly, pretending to be a big-tailed wolf."
"Bah!"
Lastly, the old man didn't forget to spit hard.
"Splat."
Qiao Shan opened his mouth and spat another mouthful of blood.
This, where did this immortal old man co from, dug up his family grave in past life or what, to be so sarcastic here?
Even Chen Yang was amused, this old man, truly a lively treasure.
Chu Jiang and Chu Tianhong, along with the Chu family mbers, were directly frightened silly, staying frozen on the spot, not daring to move.
They knew Chen Yang was strong, but never expected he would be so strong!
Even Qiao Shan couldn't withstand half a sword.
"Third Uncle, take him down!!"
Qiao Shan wiped the blood at his mouth with the back of his hand, then raised his hand to point at Chen Yang, the cold chill emanating from his icy eyes seemingly froze the surrounding air.
The reason Qiao Shan dared to be so arrogant was, aside from his own strength, mostly relying on his Third Uncle.
With his Third Uncle present, he absolutely didn't believe this guy could survive.
Swish!
Qiao Shan's Third Uncle, the middle-aged man right behind him, took a few steps forward, and as the distance closed rapidly, he raised a broad blade, slashing fiercely towards Chen Yang's head.
In an instant, like an arrow streaking across the sky, drawing a brilliant trail under the vast sky.
Under the sweeping light, the void seed torn apart, every inch of the air perated with an extrely sharp aura.
In terms of realm, this middle-aged man was also a half-step Divine Conquest.
But in terms of strength, he was above Gu Qingshan and Gu Qingyun.
As the blade cleaved down, the earth trembled violently, taking the man as the center, within a hundred ters, all rocks upheaved, exploding in midair, turning into infinite dust.
Before anyone could react, another streak of light tore through the void, closing in on Chen Yang.
"What a powerful blade!"
Gu Zhiqing secretly marveled, her hand just resting on the hilt of the sword, was held down by Chen Yang.
"You..." Gu Zhiqing paused.
anwhile, next to her, Chen Changsheng, ready to flick his fingers, saw Chen Yang's gesture, raised his eyebrows inwardly and then pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, showing an interested expression.
Can he withstand it?
To be honest, he doubted deeply.
After pressing Gu Zhiqing's hand down, Chen Yang tossed the Ancestral Sword upwards.
Buzz!!
Dazzling blood-colored light suddenly erupted from behind him, vast blood energy spread out, then condensed at an extrely rapid pace.
In the blink of an eye, a bloody Dharma Golden Body several ters tall rose from the ground, standing behind Chen Yang.
Bang!
The mont the eyes opened, two streaks of blood light pierced through this mortal world.
Around them, countless faces turned pale with fright, their very souls almost lost.
Next, the bloody Dharma Golden Body reached out its right hand, grabbing forward, clutching the high-tossed Ancestral Sword.
"This, this is..."
This scene shocked everyone, feeling the utmost palpitations, their scalp tingling.
Especially Chen Changsheng, his pupils shrank to a point, tightly staring at the Ancestral Sword.
The Ancestral Sword cleaved down.
Boom!
From top to bottom, the blade occupying half the sky was instantly obstructed, then exploded in a shower of fiery sparks amidst the sound of screeching cracks.
With a muffled sound, like thunder erupting from the ground, the blade spanning the entire sky fractured, shattered, and finally disappeared into the heavens and earth.
"What?!"
The middle-aged man's expression changed dramatically, just about to retreat, Chen Yang's right hand ford two fingers into a blade shape, slicing forward.
The Dharma Golden Body behind him imdiately synchronously projected the Ancestral Sword forward.
The Ancestral Sword pierced through the void.
Boom!
The broad blade in the middle-aged man's hand exploded instantly, under imnse impact, he flew backward like a kite with broken strings.
The Ancestral Sword continued unabated.
Whoosh!!
Amidst the piercing whistling, a bright tail trace was drawn across the field.
Slash!
The Ancestral Sword penetrated the middle-aged man's chest and abdon, wholly piercing through, blood splattering like fireworks into the air.
Ding.
Two breaths later, the Ancestral Sword, carrying the middle-aged man, skewered into a cliff wall several ters away.
The blade trembled lightly.
Silence.
In the vast arena, absolute silence reigned.
Only the wind still continued.
Chen Yang stood motionlessly, like a bell.
The Dharma Golden Body stood behind him, a Wrathful King Kong.
At this mont, Chen Yang was the sole War God beneath the heavens and earth.
His head held high and proud, towering like a mountain, commanding the rivers.
No rival on earth.
"..."
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