Lord Yang.

Chen Yang.

Of course, who else could it be but him?

Chen Bonan, however, was stunned. Logically, with Chen Boyong's strength, killing Chen Yang should have been effortless. But the scene before him...

Why does Chen Boyong look as if he's seen a ghost? And from his words, they knew each other?

Just as he was mired in confusion, BOOM!

Chen Boyong flicked his longsword, forcing his two opponents back before turning to flee with all his might.

His opponent was a Fourteenth-Order expert, while he was merely Thirteenth-Order. He had already been forced to his knees once. If he didn't flee now, was he supposed to stick around for dinner?

Chen Bonan and the other three were dumbfounded.

He actually ran? He fled... that look on his face was more terrified than if he had seen a ghost.

WHOOSH!

Chen Yang casually lifted his right hand and swung the fishing rod back. The transparent fishing line cut through the air with a piercing hiss and wrapped directly around Chen Boyong's neck.

With a sharp tug, BOOM!

Chen Boyong was yanked into the air and slammed heavily at Chen Yang's feet.

"Didn't you say killing me would be as easy as turning your hand over? Why are you running?" Chen Yang asked coolly, staring down at him.

Chen Boyong clutched the wound on his neck with both hands.

Chen Yang twirled a freshly sprouted weed between his fingers and glanced down at Chen Boyong. "Do you know why I didn't kill you that day at the Qin Family's estate?"

"You... you were just waiting for me to come to you?" Chen Boyong's face, once flushed red, turned deathly pale at a visible rate. The change made his bloodshot eyes stand out even more, looking as if they were about to bleed.

Since my opponent knew my identity and chose not to kill me at the Qin Family's estate, wasn't it just to make me come to him myself? This is humiliation! Utter humiliation! To think that a direct descendant of the Chen Clan, a Thirteenth-Order powerhouse, would be humiliated like this.

Heh… Chen Boyong felt an overwhelming sense of grievance.

At the same time, he was terrified. With a person like this in the world, his Chen Clan was likely headed for another storm of blood and slaughter.

With a gentle rub of his fingers, Chen Yang turned the weed to ash. Gazing at the calm surface of the river, he said, "Since you came for the Ancestral Sword, I'll grant you an enlightened death."

This could be considered reaping what one sows.

"You... you dare kill me?!" Chen Boyong shrieked, then turned and roared at Chen Bonan, "Hurry up and talk him down! If I die, your entire branch of the family will be buried with me!"

SWISH!

With a flick of his wrist, Chen Yang flung Chen Boyong into the Lingjin River like bait on a hook.

SPLASH!

Chen Boyong flailed violently in the water, churning the surface. His movements grew weaker and weaker until, soon, he went completely still.

Chen Bonan: "..."

The others: "..."

This man's decisiveness in killing was chilling to the bone, almost suffocating! The renowned Thirteenth-Order Thousand-Faced Yama, strung up on a fishing line and tossed into the river to feed the fish? Just like that? They had expected a fierce battle, but instead...

GULP!

Everyone swallowed hard, their eyes fixed on the back of the figure before them. This man had barely spoken a word from start to finish, yet the methods he displayed made them shudder with cold fear.

And most importantly! This man wasn't the peak Twelfth-Order expert they had been led to believe he was. He was a Fourteenth-Order, a Ten Thousand Phenomena Senluo!

For them, this was naturally a cause for joyous celebration. But the shock and terror it brought were like monstrous waves, one after another, assaulting their minds and their very Divine Spirits.

HUFF! HUFF!

Chen Bonan's face turned crimson as his breathing grew ragged, his excitement almost bursting forth.

Such strength, such talent... it's a rarity in this world! Give him another five years, and who in the entire Chen Clan could stop him? Even the so-called Clan Leader would be no match!

"Tsk tsk..." Chen Bonan clicked his tongue in amazement, his flushed face filled with admiration. "Who would have thought... who would have thought! Chen Yang, to think you've reached such a stage of power. Remarkable, truly remarkable!"

He gave a thumbs-up, his excitement beyond words. At this moment, it was as if he could already see the day the current ruling branch of the Chen Clan would dye the sky with their blood.

Twenty-eight years have passed, so what? It's not that retribution is denied, only that the time is not yet ripe. I, Chen Bonan, will witness it with my own eyes!

Years of pent-up grievances and feelings of futility were swept away in an instant, and he felt as if every pore on his body had opened up.

"You may go," Chen Yang said dispassionately. He snapped the fishing line, opened his tackle box, attached a new line, and cast it back into the river.

Chen Bonan's expression froze. "Chen Yang, I know that all these years..."

On the way here, Chen Bonan had prepared a speech for Chen Yang. After all, having been left to fend for himself for over twenty years, it was impossible for him not to harbor some resentment.

But before he could finish, Chen Yang's icy tone cut him off. "I said, leave!"

Chen Bonan: "..."

The three men on the bank walked down, looking as if they were about to join Chen Bonan in his appeal. Before they could speak, Chen Bonan held up a hand to stop them. He collected his thoughts and then said slowly, "Chen Yang, I may not be able to understand your feelings, but back then, there was truly no other way. Otherwise, you might have already..."

"It was a rainy night, but no matter how heavy the downpour, it couldn't wash away the blood on the ground." As he spoke, Chen Bonan took a step forward, preparing to continue.

BOOM!

Chen Yang switched the fishing rod to his left hand, and with his right hand shaped like a blade, he swung it behind him. A trench a meter deep and several meters long instantly appeared at Chen Bonan's feet.

Dust filled the air.

"Take one more step, and you die," Chen Yang said. He lowered his hand but still didn't turn around. His indifferent tone boomed like thunder, striking everyone's eardrums.

Chen Bonan's entire body went taut, and a thick, cold sweat soaked his clothes.

Is this... is this the power of a Ten Thousand Phenomena Senluo?

HISS!

He drew a sharp breath, his gaze on Chen Yang growing increasingly complex, his heart a tangled mess of emotions. In truth, he had expected Chen Yang to be resistant, but he'd never imagined the resistance would be so absolute, without even a sliver of room for negotiation.

"Sigh..." Chen Bonan heaved a long sigh and gestured to the other three. "Let's go."

"But..."

Chen Bonan's eyes blazed. "I said, go!"

The others fell silent and began to walk away, dejected.

"Are they still alive?" Chen Yang suddenly asked.

Chen Bonan spun around, a glimmer of hope in his eyes that he quickly suppressed. "Your father is still alive."

The hand Chen Yang used to grip the fishing rod trembled violently.

Chen Bonan continued, "The only reason he's still alive is because they're keeping him to use against you. He'll be safe as long as you're still around."

Chen Yang nodded and said no more.

Chen Bonan opened his mouth several times, as if wanting to try persuasion again, but in the end, the words wouldn't come out.

「In the car」

One of the middle-aged men asked, "Sir, are we just going to leave empty-handed? This is our only chance for revenge and to rise again!"

"Of course we're not leaving empty-handed," Chen Bonan said, his gaze fixed on Chen Yang through the car window as the corners of his mouth curled into a slight smile.

"..."

*PS: Chapter Four! My apologies for the delay. I'll get right back to it!*

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