This was their Mr. Guo, Guo Zifan! What an identity! He's the Martial Association President's own nephew! Moreover, he was deeply favored by the President. In an instant, the eyes of the Martial Association members turned blood-red, one by one, like those of wild beasts. With Guo Zifan dead, how could they possibly go back and report this?

Damn it. Ma Shichang had already shot up from his chair, his profound eyes like two black holes capable of swallowing everything. He guessed it. This person was very likely the one they had been searching for all along. What he never could have imagined, though, was that this person was so young. Looking at him, he's probably not even thirty years old, right?

"Attack!"

Two of the Elders, completely consumed by rage, charged forward with ferocious expressions. They were going to tear Chen Yang limb from limb.

Ma Shichang's expression changed drastically. "Everyone, stop!" he hurriedly shouted.

However, he was half a step too late.

BOOM!

With a light flick of his hand, Chen Yang sent the two Seventh-Tier Elders flying. They slammed into the wall with a deafening crash.

This…

Suddenly, the vast office fell completely silent. The men from the Martial Association felt as if a basin of ice-cold water had been poured over them, a chill piercing them to the bone. Those were two Seventh-Tier masters, not some flies or mice you could just swat to their deaths! His strength… it's terrifying!

Chen Yang withdrew his hand, clasped it behind his back, and took two steps forward. "Actually," he said indifferently, "there was no need for you to spread all that information. When I found the time, I was naturally going to come knocking."

His words carried so many shocking implications.

So, it's him! He actually dared to come?

While they reeled from the shock, many grew vigilant, not daring to make another reckless move. A man who had slain several of the Martial Association's high-ranking members was, in truth, someone they feared from the bottom of their hearts.

Then, all eyes turned to Ma Shichang.

"Hmph!" Ma Shichang snorted coldly. "I admire your guts for coming here today," he said somberly. "But you can go down and join the rest of my Martial Association's dead!"

"My courage needs no admiration from you," Chen Yang said lightly. "As for the deceased from your Martial Association, they won't be lonely. After all, you will all be joining them soon enough."

His tone was light and calm, but the sharp aura his words exuded made everyone's spirit grow taut. No one dared to underestimate him.

"How arrogant!" Ma Shichang sneered. "Boy, do you really think the Martial Association is a pushover?"

Chen Yang said nothing more, simply taking another step forward.

TAP.

It was a very ordinary step. Yet, this seemingly unremarkable movement caused Ma Shichang's entire body to sink forcefully. The floor beneath his feet instantly cracked, thick fissures spreading rapidly in all directions.

Veins bulged all over Ma Shichang's body. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he clenched his teeth as if he were bearing some immense pressure. The pressure was so great that he, an expert who was nearly at the Tenth Tier, felt it was almost unbearable.

"You…" Ma Shichang raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with utter disbelief as he stared fixedly at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang remained silent and took another step.

CRACK!

With a crisp snap, the floor beneath Ma Shichang's feet completely shattered, and his feet sank deep into the ground.

PFFT!

A large mouthful of blood spurted out. Ma Shichang's once-straight back bent abruptly, his body forced closer and closer to the ground. He looked as if a massive mountain was pressing down on him!

"This…"

"Elder Ma, you… what's happening to you?"

This sudden and bizarre scene left everyone dumbfounded. What in the world is going on?

Gu Peng, standing to the side, was utterly stunned. He didn't know the full extent of Ma Shichang's strength, but this was an Eight-Bag Elder of the Martial Association! Among all the elders in the Martial Association, Nine Bags was the peak. Being an Eight-Bag Elder was a testament to his formidable power.

But now… what was happening before his eyes? That young man merely took two steps forward, and this Eight-Bag Elder ended up like this? How is this possible?

I am just a hair's breadth from the Tenth Tier, yet I'm being completely crushed by his aura?

"Get up!" Ma Shichang roared, his teeth clenched and his eyes bloodshot.

"You're overestimating yourself," Yang Hu scoffed, leaning casually against the doorway as he slowly lit a cigarette. Let alone a mere Tenth-Tier expert, even if Thousand-Faced Yama himself were here, he wouldn't be able to move a muscle. The name 'Ten Thousand Phenomena Senluo' alone said it all.

Chen Yang's expression remained unchanged. With his hands behind his back, he looked as if he were on a relaxing, leisurely stroll.

TAP.

He took another step.

BOOM!

The moment his foot landed, Ma Shichang's body completely collapsed, plastering him firmly to the ground. Like a gravely wounded beast, Ma Shichang lay prostrate, panting heavily.

Chen Yang stood before him and looked down. "In my eyes," he said indifferently, "your Martial Association is nothing but a grazing animal."

"Do you acknowledge this?"

With his bones crushed, Ma Shichang couldn't move an inch. "Don't… be too arrogant!" he gasped. "Yes, you defeated me with ease! But today, you will still die!"

Ma Shichang cackled menacingly.

"Oh?" Chen Yang asked with interest. "From the sound of it, your Martial Association has other experts besides the ones here?"

Ma Shichang said nothing, only staring fiercely at Chen Yang with the eyes of a man looking at a corpse.

Perhaps in response to his words, a series of chaotic footsteps echoed from outside the conference room.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Soon, a middle-aged man walked in.

"Protector Ye, kill him quickly!"

"Protector Ye, you've finally arrived!"

The members of the Martial Association cried out in excitement, the terror on their faces instantly twisting into cruel, bloodthirsty grins.

The newcomer was none other than Ye Nantian, one of the four great protectors of the Martial Association.

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