Yang Li, utterly powerless to resist, was like a feeble chick in Chen Yang's grasp. Chen Yang flung Yang Li to Yang Hu, wiped his hands, and walked straight out of the banquet hall.

"You conspired against me! This is a capital offense, release me at once!" Yang Li struggled violently, glaring at Yang Hu and warning him through gritted teeth.

"Fine."

Yang Hu decisively let him go.

"You'd better be—"

Yang Li was straightening his clothes, pointing viciously at Yang Hu, but before he could finish his sentence, a fist descended from above. Wrapped in a fierce gust of wind, it smashed down on him.

BOOM!

Blood spurted from the top of Yang Li's head as he crashed to his knees.

"You were just supposed to lead the way. What's with all the nonsense?"

Yang Hu's lip twitched. He grabbed Yang Li by the collar and simply dragged him out of the banquet hall.

Everyone left in the hall was dumbfounded.

Who on earth were these people? That was the most beloved young master of the Golden Summit Yang Family, and he was just dragged away like a dead dog? Gods... Had they not seen it with their own eyes, who would believe it?

Seeing the shocking, bloody trail on the ground, everyone felt their hearts tremble as their breathing grew ragged.

They're going to kill Yang Dingtian, too? Could it be that a mighty Jiang Long has come to Holy Sea City?!

After that, the crowd hurriedly departed. As they left, news of what had happened spread throughout Holy Sea City.

Yang Li was brutally beaten at his own birthday party and publicly dragged away like a dead dog? The assailant even brazenly declared he would kill Yang Dingtian?

As these rumors spread like wildfire, Holy Sea City was thrown into complete turmoil. After all, Yang Dingtian's status in Holy Sea was akin to Qin Lie's on Qiyun Road. For someone to suddenly appear and declare they would kill Yang Dingtian was bound to stir up enormous waves.

「At the same time, at the Golden Summit Yang Family residence.」

BANG!

Yang Dingtian clenched his phone so tightly that smoke began to rise from his palm. Dressed in black brocade robes, his grim face was etched with exhaustion. Just moments ago, he had finally learned why Yang Tianli and Yang Qin had cut off all contact with him.

They were dead.

Along with those eighty thousand Personal Guards, not a single one was left. They were all dead!

This is an attempt to annihilate my Golden Summit Yang Family! But... who could possibly have the power, and the audacity, to slaughter the people of my Golden Summit Yang Family so completely? Qin Lie? Impossible!

Since the Martial Department had immediately sealed off all news about the Zhennan Prince's appearance on Qiyun Road, Yang Dingtian was unable to uncover the specifics in such a short time. He had already sent men to Qiyun Road and expected to have news soon.

What sent him into a boiling rage was that before he had a single lead on that matter, his only remaining grandson, Yang Li, had been taken hostage by someone who was now threatening to kill him. Most critically, this person was the same one who had killed Yang Jin.

It had to be said, this was simply too audacious! As the saying goes, when one wave settles, another rises. Even though Yang Dingtian had weathered many storms and waded through mountains of blades and seas of blood, he was still tormented to the point of exhaustion. Not only were numerous core family disciples slain, but his entire force of eighty thousand Personal Guards had been wiped out, leaving no survivors.

This... this...

Yang Dingtian's entire body shook violently, and he ground his teeth so hard they nearly shattered. Even for a clan as powerful as the Golden Summit Yang Family, this was undoubtedly a cataclysmic disaster. In all his years of dominating the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands, when had he ever suffered such a devastating loss?

After taking a few deep breaths to steady his thoughts, Yang Dingtian couldn't help but wonder if the man who killed Yang Jin was responsible for all of it.

If that were the case...

Yang Dingtian suddenly raised his head, his chilling, crimson eyes fixed intently on the main gate not far away.

"Yang Wei, issue the order! Go to level-one alert!"

The old man in a black robe, who had been standing motionlessly behind Yang Dingtian, said nothing. Like a specter, he vanished into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

"I don't care if you're a Jiang Long or some monster with three heads and six arms! If you dare to set foot in my Yang Family, you will never walk out that door again!" Yang Dingtian declared, standing with his hands clasped behind his back. The cool moonlight cascaded down, making his terrifyingly fierce face appear all the more ghastly.

RUSTLE! RUSTLE!

A short while later, accompanied by the chaotic, heavy sound of footsteps, more than a hundred Fist Masters of the eighth rank and higher rushed over, enveloped in an overwhelming murderous aura. They fanned out to guard every intersection, poised for battle.

Returning with the first black-robed elder were three more just like him. Their faces were expressionless, resembling the Yama kings from the halls of hell. They were the four protectors of the Yang Family. Each possessed strength far beyond the Ten Thousand Phenomena Senluo realm; their cultivation was so profound it was considered Work into Sky Reaching and unfathomably deep. The reason the Golden Summit Yang Family could bear the name "Golden Summit" was not just because of its eighty thousand Personal Guards; its true foundation was a depth unimaginable to ordinary people.

Before long, the sound of a car engine drifted in from outside, followed by the sound of footsteps growing steadily closer.

They're here!

Instantly, the atmosphere within the Yang Family courtyard turned frigid and saturated with killing intent.

CREAK.

As the courtyard gate was pushed open, three figures came into view. Two were strangers, and the other was Yang Li.

"You're courting death!"

Upon seeing Yang Li, drenched in his own blood and being dragged in like a dead dog, Yang Dingtian's already chilling eyes erupted with a brilliant, cold light and murderous intent.

"My only intention was for him to lead the way, but he tried to kill me," Chen Yang said with a shrug, his expression one of helplessness. His face seemed to say, *I didn't want to hurt him; he brought this on himself.*

"Release him immediately!" Yang Dingtian's lips trembled as he asked in a low voice, "Did you kill Yang Jin?"

"Not just Yang Jin. I killed Yang Qian and Yang Qin as well," Chen Yang said, pulling over a chair. He sat down casually and crossed one leg over the other, paying no mind to the armed men surrounding him, as if they didn't exist. "I came here this time to see for myself what kind of man could raise such offspring."

Chen Yang splayed his five fingers and began tapping them slowly on his knee.

Yang Dingtian was speechless.

What an arrogant bastard! Is he showing complete disregard for the entire Golden Summit Yang Family?

"Oh, right," Chen Yang added. "I killed Yang Tianli, too."

At these words, Yang Dingtian's pupils contracted violently.

If that's the case, then the eighty thousand Personal Guards...

"Master, the men sent to Qiyun Road are on the line," Yang Wei said, stepping forward and handing him a phone.

Yang Dingtian immediately took the phone, but his gaze remained locked on Chen Yang. "Speak."

"Ma-Master... it was... it was the Zhennan Prince!"

BUZZ!

Struck as if by lightning, Yang Dingtian felt a deep chill pervade his body as the phone slipped from his hand. The color visibly drained from his face. The venomous hatred in his eyes as he stared at Chen Yang vanished, replaced by an expression of ultimate horror and astonishment.

"You... you are the Zhennan Prince?!" Yang Dingtian forced the words out, each one trembling and halting.

That's right. If he killed Yang Tianli, then of course the eighty thousand Personal Guards were no exception. The Zhennan Prince could indeed accomplish that with ease.

"'Something like that. Or maybe not," Chen Yang replied with a shrug. This was the first time he couldn't be certain of his own identity. What if his superiors had already revoked his title?

"Haha!"

Yang Dingtian suddenly burst out laughing, his face regaining its previous ferocity and cruelty. "It seems the rumors were true. You, the Zhennan Prince, have been sidelined. You're a prince in name only. That being the case, what do I have to fear?"

Yang Dingtian glared at Chen Yang, his killing intent churning.

Chen Yang just smiled nonchalantly. "The Yang Family is a trivial matter. Why would I need the title of Zhennan Prince to deal with you?"

Yang Dingtian: "..."

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