Either step onto the Arena or shut your mouth and disappear from sight.
Chen Yang's simple words turned the vast square silent as death, as if a still pond; many who were previously stirred were now burning with anger.
Nearly everyone felt this way.
Disregarding one or two people might be forgivable, but to overlook everyone present?
What arrogance was this?
How great an insult was this to them?
If they backed down today, were they worthy of being called disciples of the Changsheng Sect? For the rest of their days, could they still hold their heads high and live with dignity?
Thus...
Clamor arose.
All at once, everyone surged towards the Arena.
"Brothers, don't hold back, hit him hard!"
"All together, take this trash down to the death for ."
The roars were deafening, like war drums pounding, shaking the heavens and earth.
Rumble.
Without another word, after stepping onto the Arena, everyone launched their strongest attacks directly.
In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled with endless terrifying auras, shooting straight into the clouds.
Chen Yang's lips curled slightly; this group still had so ttle. From this, how could one not glimpse the past formidable might of the Changsheng Sect?
However...
Chen Yang forsook the Ancestral Sword, stepped back, waved his right hand, and pressed upward with his palm.
Then, the right palm flipped downward.
Boom!!
A pale palm imprint ford and condensed in the sky, and as Chen Yang's downward motion continued, the imprint descended abruptly.
Instantly, it was as if a mountain had fallen from ten thousand ters high, the oppressive aura crushing even the void, shattering it entirely.
The next second, the palm imprint struck the ground.
Thunder roared across the flat earth, the Arena cracked, and the entire ground trembled along with it.
A fierce gust of wind, centered on Chen Yang, swept outward in all directions.
Bang, bang, bang.
The rushing crowd, caught off guard, seed like leaves blown by a ferocious wind, lifted one after another, flung backward.
Splashes of blood burst beneath the vast sky.
Magnificent and dazzling.
Everyone was thrown beneath the Arena, rain splattering everywhere.
The huge Arena was left with only Chen Yang, standing quietly, one hand behind his back.
A sword stood by his side.
Majestic as a mountain, sturdy and unyielding.
Exhibiting an unrivaled, sovereign aura!
"This..."
Those charging forward, preparing to climb onto the Arena, seed to freeze as if a still image button had been pressed, standing motionless in place.
Then, a chilling cold from their soles shot up to their crown.
The crowd: "..."
All were wide-eyed, reeling from an indescribable shock.
Isn't this absurd?
Alone, with a single move, not only were dozens kept at bay, but all were flung away?
Could it be, in his eyes, were they really just a bunch of nobodies?
On reflection, it made sense; without such strength, how could he dare boast just now, letting them attack together?
Silent.
Still as death.
As the crowd gradually returned to their senses, they all looked as if they had seen a ghost, staring fixedly at Chen Yang.
"Is there anyone else who wishes to co up?" Chen Yang asked.
The crowd: "..."
Hiss!!
Those closest to the Arena recoiled collectively, as if encountering a Demon God, their bodies trembling with cold fear.
"May I now have a proper tour of the Changsheng Sect?"
Monts later.
Chen Yang picked up the Ancestral Sword and spoke calmly.
He was so distinguished, unmatched in strength.
As a result, his words carried weight like a command, and none present dared to utter a single word of objection.
"Hiss, hiss."
The sound of sharp intakes of breath was the only noise in the scene.
Chen Yang said no more and stepped down from the Arena.
Yang Hu, waiting on the side, imdiately held an umbrella overhead, with Gu Zhiqing following closely behind, walking farther away.
"Who on earth is this godly figure?"
It wasn't until Chen Yang had vanished from sight for a while that the crowd fully regained their thoughts, their eyes filled with both admiration and resentnt and anger.
"Quickly inform Brother Chen Yuan, truthfully reporting the situation just now, requesting him to suppress this maniac."
"And also Chief Disciple Chen Shuai!"
"Brother Chen Shuai is in seclusion, I'm afraid..."
"Brother Chen Yuan is sufficient, why disturb Brother Chen Shuai?"
After so discussion, everyone agreed and took action.
Although Chen Yang was now a disciple of the Changsheng Sect, he had only joined for a day and garnered little recognition from them.
The most crucial thing is, none of them could tolerate a new disciple bossing them around.
The turmoil grew more intense.
...
After wandering for a long ti, Chen Yang had explored every corner of the vast Changsheng Sect.
It must be said that this place was a treasure trove of feng shui.
From a gardener maintaining the grounds, it was learned that fifty years ago, this was actually the private vacation estate of the Sect Master of the Changsheng Sect, exceedingly private.
In those days, almost only the most core mbers of the sect knew about it.
But after that incident, it naturally beca the Changsheng Sect's refuge.
"Boss, do you say that in several years, living secluded in such a place would be a great joy?"
Yang Hu spread his arms wide, fully embracing the aura of this place, laughing heartily: "Work at dawn and rest at dusk, having a loved one and hot als waiting at ho, with a good jar of wine."
"Haha..."
Speaking further, Yang Hu couldn't help but laugh aloud.
It was indeed very pleasant.
Even Gu Zhiqing, beside him, had a slight smile tugging at her lips, instinctively casting her gaze on Chen Yang.
She once had a dream.
To travel the world with a companion, sword in hand.
Wherever she stopped, there would be ho.
But now...
She didn't know, her mind in turmoil, unable to find any clarity.
Near noon, the three returned to their residence.
However, a young man in white stood quietly at the gate of the courtyard.
He held a Three-Foot Green Peak Sword, his features handso, extraordinarily graceful, his deep eyes like eagles or two black holes, too intimidating to look at directly.
"You are Chen Yang?"
Hearing footsteps approaching, he slowly turned, his gaze lingering, soon locking onto Chen Yang, his expression indifferent as the wind.
"My na is Chen Yuan."
The young man took the initiative to say: "I've heard about what happened just now, you're quite sothing! However, the old ancestor's praise, you don't deserve it."
"In tomorrow's Chief Disciple competition, I will defeat you."
Finished speaking, he didn't wait for Chen Yang to reply, turned and left, "Today, you may rest well."
The implication being, the reason I don't confront you today is to allow you ample ti to rest.
"..."
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