Yuetan Grand Hotel.

Third Floor Banquet Hall.

Seven or eight tables, accommodating over a hundred people, were abuzz with clinking glasses and lively conversation as guests mingled and toasted one another.

At the main table, besides the pot-bellied Yu Xiaoguang, sat a man in his fifties wearing a black robe. The man had a gaunt face and deeply sunken eyes, making his eye sockets appear enormous and giving him a somewhat effeminate air. The people around him were all raising their glasses in a continuous stream of toasts. Yu Xiaoguang, despite being the host of this banquet, seemed more like a background figure. However, he harbored no displeasure at being upstaged. On the contrary, he was all smiles, occasionally raising his own glass to join the toasting crowd.

This man was Sun Wen, the number one expert of Qiyun Road and the junior martial brother of the renowned Qingyao Daoist. His senior brother's reputation was so formidable, echoing throughout Qiyun Road, that it cast a long shadow, rendering Sun Wen a giant hidden in plain sight, easily overlooked. In truth, Sun Wen was also a rare, top-tier expert. While he couldn't quite match his senior brother, within the whole of Qiyun Road, he still stood at the very pinnacle.

His martial nephew had been slain. As the martial uncle, how could he not return to settle the score?

"Lord Sun, I am Yan, the Chairman of Heavenly Cloud Group. I toast you."

"My lord, I am Yan Long. You can just call me Long."

One after another, the guests fawned and flattered, practically ready to prostrate themselves in worship of Sun Wen. With his senior brother as the top expert of Qiyun Road and he himself being a preeminent figure, who would dare to cross anyone on good terms with him?

Compared to the domineering Qingyao Daoist, Sun Wen possessed an even greater arrogance. No matter how obsequiously the others behaved, he never deigned to give them a direct glance. Seated at the head of the table, he exuded a potent and solid aura that commanded respect.

Yu Xiaoguang watched him with a reverent gaze, a cruel smile playing on his lips. After leaving the Li Family yesterday, he had rushed to the Qingyao Daoist Temple overnight. He offered a fortune to hire Qingyao Daoist himself, but the number one expert of Qiyun Road had been utterly dismissive. Only after Yu Xiaoguang repeatedly increased the reward and pleaded desperately did Qingyao Daoist finally dispatch Sun Wen.

However, the prideful Sun Wen had flatly rejected Yu Xiaoguang's suggestion of going to the man's home to kill him. His reasoning was simple: with his noble status, how could he possibly stoop to making a house call? Only if the target came to him and knelt at his feet would he spare the time to strike him down. Even for a magnate like Yu Xiaoguang, this level of arrogance was a first. It was precisely for this reason that his respect and trust in Sun Wen deepened.

Just moments ago, he received a message from his assistant confirming that the man had been successfully invited. Now, all he had to do was wait for that piece of trash to arrive!

Yu Xiaoguang composed himself and raised his glass to Sun Wen with a smile. "Lord Sun, thank you for your trouble this time."

"It's a trivial matter," Sun Wen said, waving his hand dismissively. His tone was indifferent, his expression a mixture of supreme confidence and nonchalance. The opponent is merely at the eleventh rank. If it weren't for Yu Xiaoguang's generous payment, I would never have bothered.

"Before you, Lord Sun, that little piece of trash is nothing to worry about. In your presence, he is nothing but a dog!" Yu Xiaoguang gushed, laughing heartily. "After this is settled, I'll have the Qingyao Daoist Temple renovated for you. I guarantee it will be even more luxurious than the Lingxiao Observatory."

"President Yu is too kind," Sun Wen replied flatly, though Yu Xiaoguang's smooth sycophancy was undeniably pleasant.

"Not at all, Lord Sun. It is what I ought to do," Yu Xiaoguang said with a broad smile as he refilled Sun Wen's glass.

Less than twenty minutes later…

CREAK.

The door swung open. The arrivals were Yu Xiaoguang's assistant, along with Yang Hu and Chen Yang. The assistant, who had been tense and on edge the entire way, seemed to be fully revitalized upon entering the banquet hall, his back straightening instantly.

"President Yu, that's him!" the assistant shouted as he strode forward, pointing a finger at Chen Yang. "This is the bastard who killed the Young Master! He's utterly brazen! Not only did he lay hands on me, but he also showed you no respect whatsoever!"

Instantly, dozens of pairs of eyes snapped toward Chen Yang and Yang Hu, finally locking onto Chen Yang. They stared at him, their gazes hostile and their lips curled into sneers. He doesn't look like he has three heads and six arms, yet he dared to kill President Yu's only son? What audacity!

"I'm surprised you actually dared to come!" Yu Xiaoguang said, setting down his wine glass. He squinted, his eyes glinting with a cold, spectral light. "You've got quite some nerve." He knew full well it was a trap, yet he walked in so brazenly. Heh heh… When Sun Wen makes his move, it will be too late for him to feel regret, won't it? The smile on Yu Xiaoguang's face grew more ferocious.

With one hand clasped behind his back, Chen Yang casually picked up a glass of wine from a nearby table. "Since President Yu dared to invite me," he said with a calm smile, "why wouldn't I dare to come? However, you said you were treating me to a luncheon banquet, yet you've already started eating. Isn't that a breach of hospitality?"

The hall fell silent as everyone stared. Is this guy out of his mind? Does he really think he was invited here for a meal? You killed the host's only son, and you expect him to treat you to lunch? How is that possible?! Utterly delusional.

SMACK!

Yu Xiaoguang slammed his palm on the table and shot to his feet. Pointing at Chen Yang, he sneered, "You cur, still acting so arrogant? Don't you realize that the moment you stepped into this hall, you walked into hell?"

"If I'm not mistaken, your backing is him?" Chen Yang gestured with his chin toward Sun Wen, who sat motionless with an inscrutable expression. He then nodded thoughtfully. "His strength is decent."

Decent?

The crowd exchanged stunned glances. Qingyao Daoist's junior brother, an unrivaled top-tier expert, is merely 'decent' in his eyes? What an ignorant fool. Does he have a death wish?!

"Haha!" Yu Xiaoguang roared with laughter born of pure fury. He turned and cupped his fist to Sun Wen. "Lord Sun, I implore you, please make your move and eliminate this trash."

THUD.

Sun Wen finally set down his glass. He slowly picked up a wet napkin, wiped his mouth, and then lazily lifted his eyelids to glance at Chen Yang. "Boy, kneel."

The command was spoken plainly, yet it landed like a thunderclap, ringing in everyone's ears. Instantly, the crowd broke into sneering laughter, their mocking gazes fixed on Chen Yang as if to say, *Alright, kid, let the show begin.*

Chen Yang paid them no heed and continued to walk forward slowly.

"What, you didn't hear me?" Seeing Chen Yang not only refuse to kneel but continue on his way, Sun Wen's face abruptly darkened. The temperature of the air in the room plummeted.

Chen Yang simply flicked his right hand, sending the wine in his glass splashing toward Sun Wen.

"HMPH!" Sun Wen snorted in disdain.

However, just as he was about to retaliate, the splash of wine struck him squarely in the face.

SPLAT.

Red wine splattered across his features.

The entire hall was stunned into silence. Why didn't Lord Sun Wen dodge? He didn't dodge…

Sun Wen's face instantly turned a ghastly shade of green. I… didn't manage to dodge?! This… how is this possible?!

BOOM!

Sun Wen launched himself forward.

BOOM!

With a light wave of his right hand, Chen Yang intercepted him. Sun Wen, who was surging forward with a fierce gale of wind, felt as if he had been struck by an iron sledgehammer. His entire body was thrown into the air, and he slammed violently against the far wall.

Chen Yang walked over to Yu Xiaoguang, pulled out an adjacent chair, and sat down. He snapped his fingers at a nearby waiter. "Clear this table. Bring us a fresh one."

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