It turned out that the person opposing the Martial Association all along was a Thousand-Faced Yama.

No wonder.

No wonder the Nine-Bag Elder, the protector, and even the Association President's Chief Disciple had all been defeated in Lingjin City, with none spared. With this Thousand-Faced Yama present, the Martial Association was like a bottomless pit; no matter how many people they sent, he would slaughter them all.

The faint, purple-golden light flickered, yet the vast conference room was plunged into a deathly silence.

The Nine-Bag Elder, who had been about to invoke the Association President's name as a threat, now had a face as pale as paper, with huge beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Facing the pleading gazes from all around, he gnashed his teeth and finally forced himself to speak. "I don't care who you are, but our Martial Association has a formidable background and extensive connections. Many powerful figures, whose names you would easily recognize, take large sums of money from our association every month. I hope you will consider this carefully."

"I know all that," Chen Yang nodded, his right hand still tapping a steady rhythm on the tabletop. "But it won't stop me from annihilating the Martial Association."

The Nine-Bag Elder's mouth twitched, his expression so grim it looked as though water might drip from his face.

This guy… he actually wants to annihilate the entire Martial Association? Utter arrogance!

"For your own future, you should stop now," the Nine-Bag Elder said again, his tone much softer now. He was thoroughly terrified. I've worked so hard to get to this position. How could I willingly let it all end here?

Chen Yang said nothing more, merely flicking two fingers.

BOOM!

A gale-force wind erupted from thin air. The wind converged, refusing to dissipate, and shot straight toward the Nine-Bag Elder.

The Nine-Bag Elder's eyes bulged wide. Before he could make a move, the gust of wind shattered his internal organs. It carried him away, smashing through a wall and sending him plummeting from the building amidst a shower of debris. The thunderous crash seemed to make the entire building shake as dust filled the air.

THUD.

He hit the ground below.

"Isn't that the Nine-Bag Elder from the Martial Association?"

"It really is him! But… but they said his power had already reached the twelfth tier! How could this…?"

"Who in the world is that guy?"

As the crowd buzzed with discussion, they all looked up toward the ruins of the second floor, as if trying to see through the rubble to what was happening inside.

If even the Nine-Bag Elder ended up like this, what about this branch of the Martial Association? The question is, is the Martial Association just too weak?

For a moment, many in the crowd felt the urge to retreat.

KNOCK, KNOCK.

Chen Yang tapped the tabletop with his knuckles. His voice was mild, but to the remaining Martial Association members, it was like a clap of thunder that shook the earth, throwing their thoughts into turmoil and threatening to scatter their very Divine Spirits.

Everyone shivered, their heads bowed low, not daring to make a single move.

"Go downstairs together," Chen Yang said. "Inform those people that the Martial Association Tianque City Branch is being disbanded. Spare them the pointless wait."

"Yes, yes, I'll go right now!" The man closest to Chen Yang, his face drenched in cold sweat, nodded frantically and was the first to hurry out of the conference room.

The others quickly followed. At this point, forget apologizing; they would have eaten dirt if ordered to, without the slightest refusal. A dozen Martial Association executives filed out and scrambled downstairs. Only after they had all gone did Chen Yang slowly follow.

Outside the main door, it was complete disarray. The scene stood in stark contrast to the splendor and solemnity of just ten minutes prior.

Who could have imagined that the prestigious Martial Association Tianque City Branch would fall into such a state?

Just as the crowd's curiosity reached its peak, all the executives of the Martial Association walked out. Every single one of them was ashen-faced and trembling, as if they had just survived a life-or-death crisis.

Under a sea of confused gazes, they lined up neatly and announced in quivering voices, "The Martial Association Tianque City Branch is hereby dissolved as of today!"

The announcement hit the crowd like a physical blow. They couldn't believe their ears; their eyes felt ready to burst from their sockets.

Dissolved? It was only established before the end of the year, and now, barely a week later, it's dissolving? Are they kidding?

They couldn't help but question if this was truly the Martial Association. How could they fail to stop the relentless push of a single young man? How could they cast aside all face and simply disband the entire branch?

Cowards! Trash! Useless!

The people present had all come filled with awe, dreaming of joining the Martial Association and becoming part of its great family.

But now…

It was like waking from a dream, their fantasies shattered.

What good was an association that couldn't even stand against one young man? Why would it be worthy of their admiration?

There was disappointment, but also relief. They were disappointed by the Martial Association's spinelessness and weakness, but relieved that they hadn't joined and their money was still safely in their own hands.

Chen Yang walked past them, not sparing anyone a glance as he headed for the business van. Countless pairs of eyes followed his back, their gazes filled with awe and terror.

To overpower an entire Martial Association branch single-handedly… Tsk, tsk… It's hard to imagine what kind of being this guy is.

SNAP.

Chen Yang raised a hand and snapped his fingers. The sound was crisp, but this time, a faint glimmer of purplish-golden light swirled from his fingertips.

"No, no!"

"My hand! My body! No!"

In the span of just three breaths, the dozen or so executives vanished completely, as if they had never existed.

"This…"

By the time the crowd came to their senses, they realized they were soaked in cold sweat, utterly drained of strength. They could barely remain standing, on the verge of collapsing to the ground.

They all turned their heads. But there was no longer any trace of the young man, only a business van slowly disappearing into the flow of traffic.

His arrival was abrupt, his departure indifferent.

Who exactly was this young man?

「In no time at all」

The news that the Martial Association branch was forced to dissolve and all its key executives were wiped out swept through Tianque City like a hurricane, causing a massive uproar.

As for Chen Yang, the instigator of it all, he had already walked into a jade shop and taken a fancy to an agate pipe. The craftsmanship was exquisite, a seemingly natural masterpiece. Of course, the price was not cheap.

Yang Hu's mouth twitched. "Boss, is it really necessary to buy something so nice for that old codger Qin Lie?"

Chen Yang gestured for the shopkeeper to wrap it up and said coolly, "Until we completely fall out, he is still Qin Qiu's grandfather, which makes him my grandfather too."

"He's turning eighty. I should at least make a gesture." As he spoke, Chen Yang's tone shifted. "Besides, to put it another way, if things go south… can't we just take it back?"

"Heh heh…" Yang Hu grinned widely. "I reckon that pipe will be coming back to us, one way or another."

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