Chen Yang walked over and asked Zhou Yufei, "So this is the guy, the one completely debauched by wine and women?"

Zhou Yufei nodded.

"I have to say, you're more of a beast than an actual animal!"

Sun Hao quickly regained his composure, baring his teeth in a malicious grin. "None of your damn business! You seem to really like this slut, Zhou Yufei, huh? Don't worry, I'll share her with my brothers, too! Haha..."

With a single motion, Chen Yang lunged forward. His fingers clamped around Sun Hao's neck like a vice, and with a slight flex of his forearm, he lifted him clean off the ground.

In an instant, complete silence fell over the scene.

No one had expected Chen Yang to actually lay a hand on Sun Hao. Did he have the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard, or was he simply tired of living?

Sun Jing, who had been sitting as still as a statue, shot to his feet. The refined aura around him vanished, replaced by a sharp, bone-chilling cold. His icy gaze locked onto Chen Yang. "You're courting death!"

"Is he yours?" Chen Yang glanced at Sun Jing and smirked. "I was just wondering what kind of upbringing could produce such an animal. Calling you an old beast now wouldn't be going too far, would it?"

"You..." Sun Jing's face grew so dark it seemed ink could drip from it. Suppressing the rage boiling within him, he said grimly, "I order you to release my son at once, or I will make you beg for death without the relief of finding it!"

At the same time, the old man standing behind Sun Jing silently took a step forward, closing in on Chen Yang.

"Oh? That vicious?" Chen Yang said with an amused smile, not even sparing the old man a glance. Although this elder was a Seventh-Grade Fist Master, in his eyes, what was a mere Seventh-Grade Fist Master?

"Coincidentally, I can be quite ferocious myself!" Chen Yang flashed a wicked smile.

"Kill him for me!" Sun Jing ordered coldly.

In fact, the moment Chen Yang finished speaking, the old man had already moved. The speed of a Seventh-Grade Fist Master was on a completely different level than that of a Sixth-Grade.

SWOOSH!

The air cracked with a sonic boom as if space itself was tearing apart.

But there is no 'fastest,' only 'faster.'

Chen Yang lifted Sun Hao high into the air and then brutally smashed him onto the ground.

THUD!

A sickening thud, mingled with the crisp crack of shattering bone, echoed through the hall. Sun Hao was bleeding from all seven orifices, his body convulsing on the ground where only his muscles still twitched.

The old man's eyes looked ready to split with rage. He squeezed a single word through his clenched teeth, "Die!"

The ground beneath his feet cracked as he launched himself into the air. His ten fingers curved into two iron-like claws that tore through the air, aimed straight for Chen Yang's head and chest. A full-force attack from a Seventh-Grade Fist Master could shatter stone to dust. One could only imagine what it would do to human flesh.

Chen Yang lashed out with a kick. "Get lost!"

The kick shattered the old man's right arm and continued on its destructive path, finally slamming into his shoulder blade.

BANG!

The old man was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground on his knees.

Instantly, the entire hall fell into a dead silence.

How... how is this possible??? The immense power Chen Yang displayed had shattered everyone's expectations, leaving them completely stunned. How could he be so strong!

With his foot pressing down on Sun Hao's face, Chen Yang asked with a smile, "What was that you were saying earlier? About what you were going to do with Yufei?"

"I... I..." Sun Hao was in so much pain he was about to pass out. In all his decades of life, when had he ever been subjected to something like this? Clenching his teeth, he screamed at Sun Jing, "Dad, save me!"

Chen Yang was in no hurry. He simply turned his head to look at Sun Jing.

Veins bulged on Sun Jing's forehead, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white. He said coldly, "Kid, I admit you're strong, but you need to understand who you're up against!

"No matter how strong you are, you're still just one person! With a single word, I can have countless high-grade Fist Masters dying to work for me! Tell me, how many of them can you fight?

"The Sun Family, the great conglomerate of Qingqiu Dao!" Chen Yang nodded and asked earnestly, "I've heard your family is so powerful you can get a Sixth-Grade Military General from the Martial Department promoted to Seventh-Grade?"

"That's just the tip of the iceberg!" Sun Jing said ominously. "If the Sun Family unleashes its full power, even the Zhennan Prince would have to tread carefully around us!"

Chen Yang couldn't help but laugh. How come he'd never heard of such a thing?

"Release my son immediately, and there might still be room for negotiation," Sun Jing issued his final warning.

"But I have no intention of negotiating with you."

Sun Jing: "..."

The crowd: "..."

They were all worldly and experienced people, but they had never encountered someone so brazen and arrogant. Does his arrogance know no bounds?

At that moment...

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.

A flurry of chaotic footsteps echoed from the direction of the Zhou Family's main gate, rapidly approaching.

Soon, a group of over twenty people came into view. Anyone familiar with the Zhou Family knew these were their elites; not a single one was below the fifth rank. These men, however, were rarely deployed.

The last time they were mobilized, some two years ago, they had swept through a major family, one comparable in size to the Zhou Family, and wiped them out in under half an hour.

The reason Sun Jing had been talking so much was simply to stall for time, waiting for them to arrive. The moment Sun Hao was struck, he had sent the message. Fortunately, they were as swift as ever, never letting him down.

With the arrival of this group, the expressions on the faces of the crowd changed dramatically. The eyes that had held a measure of apprehension toward Chen Yang now glinted with mockery and schadenfreude. No matter how strong one person was, they were still just one person. Before a massive conglomerate like the Sun Family, he was nothing more than an ant fated to be crushed.

"Haha!!" Zhou Yingqiang burst into boisterous laughter. "You think you're so strong? You think you're such a great fighter? What about now? Are you so scared you're about to pass out?"

A smirk played on Zhou Jingyuan's lips. Although Chen Yang's terrifying strength was a surprise, what good was it if he couldn't help Songquan get promoted in the Martial Department? Besides, now that things had come to this, he had to die. Otherwise, he would remain a hidden danger to the Zhou Family.

Chen Yang released Sun Hao, turned, and said to Zhou Yufei, "You should stand back. Go stay with your parents."

"No, I won't!" Zhou Yufei lifted her head, her expression stubborn as she looked directly into Chen Yang's eyes.

Chen Yang smiled. "I just don't want you to get splattered with blood."

Zhou Yufei: "..."

The crowd: "..."

This guy... How can he still be joking at a time like this?

The next second, a middle-aged man in a martial uniform led a small team toward them.

Sun Jing, who had been about to give the kill order, furrowed his brow.

Zhou Songquan hurriedly walked forward and explained, "Mr. Sun, these are my guests. I'll introduce you in a moment!"

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