No wonder. No wonder this man dared to come alone and board the warship of the Golden Summit Yang Family. It turned out he was a top-tier expert who had stepped into the Fifteenth Rank.

Silence. The vast warship was, at this moment, deathly still.

Yang Qin's expression froze. He stared at Chen Yang, his eyes wide with disbelief. How could someone so young be a master of the Fifteenth Rank? This… this is impossible!

This Mr. Yang, who had always fancied himself a peerless genius, was first slapped from a distance and suppressed by sheer aura. And now… the pride and confidence suffusing his very bloodline crumbled in an instant. Not only that, but even his Dao Heart turned to dust.

We're of the same generation. Why is he so outstanding?

Chu Jiang was utterly dispirited. He immediately averted his gaze, pretending to have seen nothing. But his peripheral vision caught sight of Yang Hu standing in the distance, his arms folded, a smirk playing on his lips that was neither a real smile nor not. Suddenly, a chill enveloped Chu Jiang's entire body, and a monstrous wave surged in his heart.

No matter how I think about it, I can't understand how this man can be so powerful. And what backing or qualifications does the nearly-exterminated Qin Royal Family have to invite such a master to personally take the field for them? What merits does Qin Lie possibly possess?

Yang Tianli's brow furrowed deeply. This isn't how the script was supposed to go… but so what? He's only at the Fifteenth Rank.

Without needing any command from Yang Tianli, an old man holding a pipe shuffled forward, puffing away. He didn't speak, simply coming to a stop beside Yang Tianli as a wisp of smoke slowly curled upwards.

"Boy, don't underestimate the people of this world, and certainly don't overestimate yourself," Yang Tianli sneered, his arrogance plain to see. "What? Looking at you, do you intend to oppose my Golden Summit Yang Family?"

"Am I not qualified?" Chen Yang spread his hands with a slight smile.

His demeanor was like that of a brash youth with a bit of skill, eager to show it off. But from another perspective, it was clear he held Yang Tianli in utter contempt. As for the elderly man, Chen Yang didn't even spare him a glance.

"Ignorant child!" Yang Tianli rebuked, then proclaimed proudly, "The strength and influence of my Golden Summit Yang Family may not be enough to cover the sky with one hand, but no one dares to provoke us. Today, my Yang Family's forces are at Qiyun Road with our swords pointed at the Qin Family. No one can protect Qin Lie."

First intimidation, then a warning. Since they didn't know Chen Yang's background, they were reluctant to make a true enemy of him just yet, hoping he would back down to avoid greater trouble.

"That sounds quite frightening," Chen Yang said, nodding earnestly. Though he appeared serious, a teasing smile played at the corners of his mouth.

From start to finish, he was calm and composed. His every gesture and word were unhurried and serene. Yang Tianli inwardly marveled at him. The young man's age was deceptive; the intangible aura he exuded was astonishingly powerful. Most importantly, he knew full well how formidable the Golden Summit Yang Family was, yet he had still attacked so brazenly.

"You're courting death!" Yang Tianli was not a patient man, especially with so many people watching.

TAP.

The elderly man took a single step forward. With just that one step, his stooped figure suddenly straightened. A frigid Yin Evil Qi began to seep out, potent enough to freeze the very air. The surrounding crowd scrambled back, terrified of being caught in the crossfire.

Chen Yang simply toyed with the Ancestral Sword, unmoved.

BOOM!

The old man lunged, his fingers curved into a claw as a terrifying wave of murderous intent rolled forward. "You little brat," the old man snarled, "Killing you will be as easy as chopping vegetables for me."

Chen Yang shook his head slightly. The moment he looked up, his previously casual demeanor vanished, replaced by a chilling aura as sharp as a blade. He was like a War God descending upon the mortal world.

BANG!

With a single punch, he shattered the old man's outstretched claw. There was a muffled impact. Chen Yang stood as still as a great bell while the elder was sent flying backward. Even after landing, he couldn't stop himself, stumbling back several more steps.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Each step he took blew a large hole in the deck. When the elder finally steadied himself, his legs were sunk deep into the floorboards.

"Pfft…"

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at his arm, then at the destruction at his feet, and finally, his gaze fell upon Chen Yang. His face was a mask of absolute terror and shock.

HISS… The surrounding crowd drew in a collective sharp breath. How… how is this possible?! With a single punch, he left this senior, top-tier master of the Fifteenth Rank gravely wounded and on the verge of death!

"Your fists aren't nearly as sharp as your tongue," Chen Yang said coolly, retracting his hand. The implication was clear: the old man was all talk, throwing his age around with nothing to back it up.

Chen Yang turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping past Yang Qin before finally landing on Yang Tianli. "This Blood Sacrifice Tower shouldn't go to waste. How about this: you personally execute Yang Qin.

"Otherwise, I'll have to sacrifice both of you right here and now."

This… No one present was a fool. They all understood what Chen Yang meant. He was turning their own methods against them. The Golden Summit Yang Family had built the Blood Sacrifice Tower to offer Qin Qiu as a blood sacrifice for Yang Jin. Now, Chen Yang had single-handedly swept aside their experts and was ordering Yang Tianli to sacrifice Yang Qin instead? It was an unbelievably domineering move.

"In your dreams!"

SLAP!

Before the words had even faded, Chen Yang flicked his right hand. The immense force sent Yang Tianli spinning through the air before he crashed heavily to the ground.

The crowd was speechless.

Chen Yang stepped forward and kicked the struggling Yang Tianli, sending him sliding across the deck until he slammed into the mast. As the dust slowly settled, Yang Tianli, the third most powerful figure in the Golden Summit Yang Family, felt his courage shatter, his body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

What kind of monster is this man?! He's terrifying!

"Get up," Chen Yang said, beckoning to Yang Tianli with his finger.

*Cough, cough.*

Yang Tianli struggled for a good while before he finally managed to stand. He had just opened his mouth to speak.

BAM!

As Chen Yang pressed down with his hand, it was as if a mountain was crushing him. Amid the sound of cracking bones, Yang Tianli's knees smashed hard onto the deck.

"You… you…" Yang Tianli strained to lift his head, his eyes blazing with hatred. "You humiliate me like this? Do you really think the eighty thousand Personal Guards of the Yang Family are just for show? By slaughtering a scion of my Golden Summit Yang Family, you've already committed a grave crime. If you dare to touch me again, the entire Qin Family will be buried with us!"

Yang Tianli pressed his hands firmly against the deck, his head thrown back as he roared hysterically. His mind was in turmoil. He couldn't wrap his head around how such a formidable man had appeared out of nowhere. This person was so powerful it made one question reality itself.

"Stop now," Yang Tianli warned through gritted teeth, cold sweat pouring down his face. "There might still be room for negotiation."

"Eighty thousand Personal Guards?" Chen Yang tugged at his sleeve. "I almost forgot you mentioned them."

SNAP.

Chen Yang flicked two fingers. A crisp sound echoed, seeming to explode deep within the souls of everyone present.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

War drums thundered and horns blared. In the distance, one after another, the Azure Dragon War Banners rose from the other warships, unfurling in the wind.

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