The single word "useless" made Chu Jiang's face flush red.

But soon, a sinister and cruel expression spread across his face.

Yes, you're strong! A mere driver humiliated me, but what are you in the face of the Golden Summit's Yang Family? Heaven has a road, but you refused to take it. Hell has no gate, yet you insisted on breaking in. Since you're seeking death, you can't blame anyone else!

Chu Jiang clenched his fists, grinding his teeth. His face twisted with ferocity, as if he could already see the tragic scene of Chen Yang being slaughtered on the river by the Golden Summit's Yang Family.

WHOOSH!

Five guards, holding iron swords and carrying the might to destroy the world, descended like heavenly soldiers.

Yang Hu, who was rowing, couldn't help but grin. "The Golden Summit's Yang Family sure is overbearing. They put on such a grand display for a funeral but won't let anyone watch the spectacle?"

They didn't even know who the newcomers were or what their purpose was, yet they immediately sent men to kill. That's true despotism.

CLANG.

Chen Yang silently drew the Ancestral Sword. He admired the blade for a while, growing fonder of it the more he looked.

HUM.

The air ahead rippled as Sword Qi erupted, causing the small boat to rock gently.

Chen Yang flicked his wrist.

WHIZ!

With a flash of light, the oncoming Sword Qi was instantly annihilated. It shattered into fragments as five figures plunged into the river, sending up massive splashes.

Yang Tianli was speechless.

Yang Qin was speechless.

Everyone was stunned into silence.

Gazing at the churning river, Chu Jiang, who had been sneering just a moment ago, froze. His heart pounded violently as he subconsciously stumbled back three steps.

How is this possible? Those five guards were all at the Twelfth Rank! Two of them were even just a step away from the Thirteenth Rank! More importantly, he killed them without a word. Does he have no respect for the Golden Summit's Yang Family at all?

HISS...

The sound of sharp, collective gasps filled the air.

"Heh…" Yang Qin laughed, his voice tight with fury. "So, this guy actually came here to pick a fight? I thought he was just some idle bystander who came to watch the show. It seems he came prepared."

"Let him board," Yang Tianli said gravely. "Since the Blood Sacrifice Tower has been built, why should it only sacrifice one person?"

The implication was clear: they intended to use Chen Yang for the blood sacrifice as well.

In fact, there was no need for his permission. After sheathing the Ancestral Sword, Chen Yang leaped from the boat and landed on the flagship.

Yang Hu followed close behind.

Chen Yang held the sword in one hand, his other clasped behind his back. As he slowly strode forward, his eyes swept across the entire crowd.

"You're here too?" Chen Yang said with a slight smile upon seeing Chu Jiang.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.

Chu Jiang stumbled back several steps, his face alternating between ashen and red. Deep down, he was still terrified of this man.

With so many people watching, Chu Jiang forced down the fear in his heart. Lifting a trembling hand, he pointed at Chen Yang and snarled to bolster his own courage, "You… don't you get arrogant!"

Chen Yang smiled, his gaze sweeping past Chu Jiang to the mourning hall ahead. "It's luxurious, extravagant even, but…"

"He doesn't deserve it."

"Who exactly are you?" Yang Tianli asked coldly, his deep gaze scrutinizing Chen Yang. Though the man looked ordinary, he exuded an air of calm confidence that was strangely compelling.

"Who I am isn't important right now." Chen Yang pointed to the nearby Blood Sacrifice Tower. "Let's talk about this first. I hear you built it specifically for Qin Qiu's blood sacrifice?"

"And you!" Yang Qin added, pointing at Chen Yang with a savage grin.

Not just Yang Qin, but all the surrounding Yang Family members and the elites of Qiyun Road were glaring at him with hostile expressions. To cause trouble in the Yang Family's territory on Golden Summit—wasn't that just courting death?

Yang Qin continued, "Since you came for Qin Qiu, once my older brother captures her, we'll send you both to the blood sacrifice platform to die together!"

"Your older brother?" Chen Yang mused, then abruptly raised his hand toward a landmark on Qiyun Road. "Are you talking about him?"

Puzzled, the crowd turned to look where Chen Yang was pointing.

They saw a figure, facial features barely discernible, hanging by a rope from the city gate tower. Its head was lolled to one side, its face a dark, purplish-blue. It was clear the person had been dead for some time.

"Brother!" Yang Qin recognized the figure instantly. His eyes burned with rage as he glared at Chen Yang. "You're dead!"

"Him." Chen Yang gestured toward the mourning hall, speaking calmly. "He committed the crime of abducting a woman, so why couldn't I kill him? Yet here you are, holding a funeral with blood sacrifices."

"You're just the Yang Family. Do you really think you're the Heavenly King around here?"

As the saying goes, good is rewarded and evil is punished. When you've done enough evil, you're bound to meet your reckoning.

"In this domain, the Yang Family *is* the Heavenly King!" Yang Qin's eyes turned bloodshot. "Forget one woman! Even if my younger brother had abducted every woman on Qiyun Road, it would be the greatest fortune of their lives, a blessing from their ancestors!"

"Meaning, they should be grateful?" Chen Yang asked, tilting his head with an earnest expression.

"Of course!"

SLAP!

From a distance, an invisible force slammed into Yang Qin, sending him crashing to his knees on the deck.

Yang Qin was floored. The crowd was aghast.

He actually dared to strike him? Here? This is Yang Family territory! There are 80,000 Personal Guards right behind them, and he dares to attack Yang Qin here? His courage was admirable, but it was just another way of seeking death.

*Cough, cough.* Yang Qin shook his head hard, spitting up a mouthful of blood. As he struggled back to his feet, he glared at Chen Yang with venomous hatred. "You dare hit me? You're finished. Anyone and everyone connected to you…"

SLAP!

Chen Yang merely pressed down with one hand. A tremendous force, like a mountain descending, slammed into Yang Qin. He had just gotten to his feet, only to crash to his knees once more.

Hearing the sickening crackle of bones, a chill ran down everyone's spine, making their hair stand on end.

"Insolence!" Yang Tianli snapped, raising a hand. The pressure crushing Yang Qin instantly shattered.

Staring at Yang Qin's pitiful form on the deck, Yang Tianli's face grew so dark it looked like a storm cloud about to burst. He couldn't fathom how this young man in front of him dared to attack so brazenly!

"Fourteenth Rank?" Chen Yang noted, glancing at Yang Tianli with interest.

"Since you know that, why aren't you on your knees!" Yang Qin snarled, his face twisted into a savage grin despite his injuries.

Chen Yang said nothing, merely moving two fingers gently.

SNAP.

A pure golden light swirled between his two fingers.

Yang Qin's grin froze.

Yang Tianli's expression turned to stone.

The crowd stared in disbelief.

Fifteenth Rank… Chessboard of Stars?

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