BOOM!

A sudden explosion almost made Qi Zhentian and Qi Feng jump out of their skins, mistaking it for an earthquake.

Zeng Renwang and Zhong Li'an immediately turned to look at the main entrance. They saw a figure hurtling toward them, vomiting blood and wrapped in a fierce, whistling wind.

THUD!

Qi Zhentian: "..."

Qi Feng: "..."

Chen Yang is here!

After a moment of shock, the image of Chen Yang naturally appeared in their minds.

Such ruthlessness... such brutality... daring to injure people at will on the Martial Association's territory. Who else could it be but Chen Yang?

At the entrance, the face of the sole remaining disciple turned pale as a sheet. He instinctively raised his hands and pressed them flat against the wall, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Can I come in now?" Chen Yang glanced at the disciple, studying him for a few seconds before finally stepping into the hall.

SWISH.

In just those few seconds, it was as if all the disciple's vitality and spirit had been drained from him. He slumped against the wall like a pile of mud and collapsed onto the ground.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Chen Yang's footsteps echoed one after another throughout the empty hall.

Zeng Renwang's gaze was sinister as he asked Qi Zhentian, "Is it him?"

Qi Zhentian harbored an innate fear of Chen Yang. "Yes, it's him!" he replied anxiously. "He is Chen Yang!"

"Grandpa, with Young Master Zeng and Elder Zhong here, there's no need to be afraid!" Qi Feng showed no fear at all. He pointed at Chen Yang with a haughty sneer. "Kid, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death! But I won't be burning any paper money for you."

Chen Yang ignored him. After scanning the room, his gaze landed directly on Zeng Renwang. "Was it you who called yesterday?"

That phone call from last night still nettled him. He had really planned on staying in Qin Qiu's room, but because of that one call, the opportunity was lost.

In response to Chen Yang's question, Zeng Renwang neither confirmed nor denied it, instead asking a question of his own. "Did you bring the prescription?"

"I asked, was that phone call yesterday from you?" Chen Yang repeated.

Zeng Renwang's lip curled in a disdainful sneer. "It was me. So what? Where's the prescription?!"

Chen Yang started walking toward Zeng Renwang. "You're a man who's about to die. Why are you still so fixated on that prescription?"

Zeng Renwang shook his head, no longer intending to speak. "Never mind!" He reached behind his back and drew his longsword.

CLANG!

The longsword left its sheath, sending a chilling flash of white light through the air.

With the longsword in hand, Zeng Renwang's entire demeanor changed. Though already composed and steady, he now resembled a Sky Halberd returning from a blood-soaked battlefield, radiating a sharp, deadly aura of slaughter.

Zeng Renwang flicked the blade lightly with his finger.

DING!

The crisp sound spread as the blade quivered.

"Old friend, it's been a while since you've tasted blood, hasn't it?" Zeng Renwang muttered. "My Junior Brother, Han Shaobai, was killed. Today, I will use you to avenge him!"

The sheer power emanating from Zeng Renwang as he unsheathed his sword terrified Qi Zhentian and Qi Feng. They scrambled back several steps, their faces turning ashen.

"I remember Han Shaobai also carried a sword that day," Chen Yang said nonchalantly, glancing at the weapon in Zeng Renwang's hand. "I wonder if you're any stronger than he was."

Zeng Renwang gently waved his right hand, creating one elegant sword flourish after another. "My junior brother was limited in talent, so our master taught him only boxing to help him focus. But he loved the sword, and even more, he loved the imposing figure he cut while wielding one. So, I secretly taught him swordsmanship.

"Unfortunately, due to his limited aptitude, he only grasped the fundamentals, and it ended up hindering his boxing practice." Zeng Renwang shook his head with a sigh. "I feel very responsible, very guilty. I was the one who held him back. Now that he's dead, all I can do is bring your head to his grave and apologize."

"I must say, that's a very sad story," Chen Yang nodded seriously.

Zeng Renwang's expression was indifferent. "So, now I'm taking your head."

BOOM!

The moment the words left his lips, Zeng Renwang shot forward. With a flick of his wrist, a dazzling curtain of cold sword light unfurled in the air, following his advance. In an instant, a net woven from sword light formed a semi-arc, descending to envelop Chen Yang from above. Its speed was like a flash of lightning.

SWISH! SWISH!

The sound of the sword net slicing through the air filled the hall. The sharp, grating noise made one's eardrums ache and their hair stand on end.

Facing this overwhelming net of swords, Chen Yang showed no intention of dodging. Instead, he stood his ground and offered a serious critique: "Not bad. You've made it past the beginner's stage."

Zeng Renwang laughed. Those at a lower level are always so full of themselves. He paid it no mind. When the moment of death arrives, he will know true despair.

Then, Chen Yang raised his hand and threw a punch—a simple, straight jab. Compared to the magnificent sword net, his attack seemed insignificant, like an ant before an elephant. But the moment his fist made contact with the net...

CRACK.

The formidable and razor-sharp sword net instantly shattered, completely disintegrating in mid-air. Within a second, the sword net had vanished without a trace. Chen Yang's fist, however, continued onward, its momentum unchecked. It tore through the air with a ferocious gale, heading straight for Zeng Renwang's chest.

Zeng Renwang's pupils contracted to pinpricks. What?! How... how could this be possible?!

He reflexively yanked his longsword back, holding it horizontally across his chest to block the incoming fist.

BANG!

With a deafening report, the longsword shattered. Chen Yang's fist slammed heavily into Zeng Renwang's chest. A dull thud resonated. Zeng Renwang was sent flying backward like a rag doll, landing seven or eight meters away.

PUH!

Zeng Renwang coughed up a large mouthful of blood. He stared intently at Chen Yang, his eyes filled with utter terror and disbelief.

How... how could this be possible? He had used the strongest move of the Thunder Sword Skill, yet he was defeated in a single blow?

Chen Yang retracted his fist and slowly rotated his neck. "Taking my head is not an easy task. Besides, in my eyes, there's no difference between you and your junior brother."

"Announce it. The Martial Association's opening ceremony is canceled, effective immediately."

Zeng Renwang: "..."

Qi Zhentian: "..."

"..."

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