Urban Carefree Warrior God Chapter 890 891:

The world was vast and desolate, the roaring wind like a war drum.

Chen Changsheng, in ragged, filthy robes, stood beneath the open sky. In this mont, an invincible aura of looking down on all heroes erupted from him. When his eyes opened, it was as if they were about to overshadow the blazing sun sinking in the west.

Too outstanding.

Shockingly resolute.

From this alone, one could imagine what kind of peerless elegance and dazzling brilliance he possessed fifty years ago.

Pity that heaven is jealous of talent.

Under the full-force encirclent and suppression of the entire Yuning Mountain, his foundation was brutally shattered, and more than half of the Sect behind him was annihilated, forcing them to retreat deep into the mountains.

"Still not going to kill yourselves?"

Chen Changsheng lowered his brows slightly, glanced at Ning Yun and Mu Feng, and said indifferently.

"Step aside."

The heavy voice slowly spread across the field. It was Chen Yang speaking.

Yang Hu and Gu Zhiqing exchanged a glance, wanting to speak but stopping. Given the situation now, Chen Yang had absolutely no need to clash head‑on with the other side.

After all, as the Mu Family's legitimate Young Master, his strength was naturally not weak.

Chen Changsheng also looked at Chen Yang with a face full of surprise.

Only, when those yellowed eyes, steeped in the breath of passing years, swept across Chen Yang's resolute face and towering, straight figure, he actually saw a hint of his own shadow from back then.

When he was thirty, young and hot‑blooded, he could punch a hole in the very sky; when had he ever feared anyone?

To have such a junior, his life held no regrets.

"Alright."

Chen Changsheng nodded and took a step back.

The remaining people on the field all fell silent like cicadas in winter.

"Old man, are you sure you've thought this through?"

Yang Hu walked up to Chen Changsheng and asked in a low voice.

"With guarding here, Chen Yang is already invincible." Chen Changsheng waved his hand and said blandly.

Yang Hu: "..."

This line was damn satisfying to hear!

Whatever else aside, just this domineering attitude—he liked it.

Boom!

He took a step forward.

Chen Yang held his sword in one hand, pointing diagonally to the southern sky. Though he hadn't yet made a move, the majestic Vitality Force coiling around him shot straight into the heavens, shaking the world.

"You really think I can't kill you?"

Mu Feng sneered again and again. He was afraid of Chen Changsheng, yes, but when it ca to Chen Yang, he still didn't take him seriously.

Then he looked toward Chen Changsheng.

How could Chen Changsheng not understand his concern? He smiled faintly. "If you can kill Chen Yang with your real ability, then it just ans he's inferior. If he dies, he deserves it."

"Besides, I guarantee I won't kill you."

"Good! I trust Grandfather Changsheng's character!"

Mu Feng let out a sharp, cold laugh, raising the Folding Fan in his hand. His movents were slow, plain, nothing special.

Crack!

In an instant, sand and stones flew across the field, clouds rolled and churned, as if a storm was about to break. The whole sky dimd with it.

Before anyone could react, as Mu Feng sprinted at high speed, the vast void began to crack, like a mirror being smashed to pieces.

Mu Feng seed to be lifting a great mountain, and he smashed it down toward Chen Yang.

Rumble, rumble, rumble.

The air exploded, letting out a shrill wail.

But Chen Yang's expression didn't change at all. He rely raised his hand slightly.

He swung his sword and cleaved through the heavens and the universe.

A simple move, with no flashy tricks, yet it carried a world‑shocking killing intent and terrifying might.

Mu Feng was the sa.

Simplifying the complex, having long discarded all cumberso techniques—simple and direct.

Bang!

A brutal head‑on collision. Amid a roar like crashing waves, Chen Yang was driven back several steps; the Folding Fan in Mu Feng's hand cracked and shattered in midair, his palm torn open and bloody.

"Again!!"

Mu Feng's fury exploded. He thrust out a hand, turning it into a world‑ending strike that slapped straight toward Chen Yang's forehead.

In that instant.

The sky went pale, the wind howled.

Sparks burst out in great sprays along the way, as if narrating the power of this palm. The mont it fell, the ground and rocks within several ters around cracked open.

This power really wasn't to be underestimated.

"You're not my match."

Chen Yang abandoned the Ancestral Sword and didn't use it. He also thrust out a palm, and the sky bood.

Boom!

Their palms collided. Mu Feng's fist split open, his body blasted backward, his legs plowing a deep furrow in the ground.

"Pff."

The mont he stopped, a mouthful of blood sprayed out. His expression withered, and he collapsed to his knees on the ground.

"Cough, cough."

Mu Feng finally managed to catch a breath. Just as he raised his head, a fist ca smashing down on him, blood splattering as half his body was hamred into the earth.

Right after that—

The dignified legitimate Young Master of the City Lord's Mansion, in terror and deep unwillingness, struggled helplessly, forced to watch his own body crumble. The magnificent landscape before his eyes, the sweet, fresh air, all beca like a lone light in a raging sea, drifting further and further away from him.

Until everything went completely dark.

"Chen Yang!"

Mu Feng roared, the rolling sound waves more like his last plea for rcy.

Boom!

When a spray of blood mist filled half the sky, Ning Yun, off to the side, collapsed on the ground in a daze, his head slamming into the dirt.

The remaining Silver Armored Guards all dropped to their knees.

"Ch‑Chen Yang, I was wrong, but you've already killed my brother. Can we call it even now? Spare my life?" Ning Yun confessed his sins, then kowtowed and begged.

Chen Yang glanced at him, said nothing, and brought his sword down.

Blood sprayed like a wave.

Everyone: "..."

This was too ruthless. He was still a Ning Family Young Master, and he got executed just like that.

Then Chen Changsheng drew his blade again.

The blade light flowed, and the remaining Silver Armored Guards were all slaughtered, not one left alive.

"The ones I choose to protect—across the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands—who can kill them? The ones I choose to kill—through the nine heavens and ten earths—who can keep them alive?" A faint curve tugged at Chen Changsheng's lips. Things had co this far; none of them should even think about walking out of this forest.

When Chen Changsheng turned his gaze to Chen Yang, just about to praise him, a blazing sword light suddenly sliced across the void, shooting straight toward him.

"Fuck!!"

Caught off guard, Chen Changsheng was scared half to death. As he raised his hand to block, he glared and barked, "You little brat, are you trying to slay your ancestor?"

Clang.

Blade and sword collided, sparking a sky full of stars.

Chen Changsheng stood unmoving, while Chen Yang was forced back several steps, strands of blood seeping from his right hand.

But Chen Yang had no intention of stopping. He raised his hand for another slash.

"You're still coming?"

Chen Changsheng stared wide‑eyed. "Can't you see I'm doing this for your own good?"

He reached out with his left hand and casually snatched the Ancestral Sword from Chen Yang.

"If I didn't push you, could you have broken through to Half-step Divine Conquest? Would you even know you're this damn aweso?"

Chen Yang felt utterly powerless, standing there, coldly staring at this old bastard.

"Besides, if it wasn't for , could you have slept with this Xiaoni Gu Zhiqing?"

Chen Changsheng spoke righteously, convinced he'd done a great service, and said arrogantly, "How can you not recognize a good man's kindness?"

Chen Yang: "..."

Gu Zhiqing: "..."

The next second.

Gu Zhiqing drew her sword, face flushed red, gritting her teeth as she swung at Chen Changsheng.

"Fuck!!"

Chen Changsheng cursed again, shalessly saying, "You little girl, my Chen Yang is more than good enough for you."

Over a dozen minutes later, only when Chen Changsheng had no choice but to bow his head and admit fault did this chaotic brawl finally end.

"What kind of people are you, one temper worse than the next." Chen Changsheng grumbled, then waved his hand. "Co on, we're going to my Changsheng Sect. I'll fill you in on the details on the way."

"Say it first—no more fighting."

"..."