The middle-aged man was clad in black brocade, his figure tall and straight. He stood like a javelin, exuding a dominant and murderous aura.

His aura alone was enough to tell that he was far stronger than the young man.

Seeing Chen Yang approaching, his gaze turned sharp and his expression tensed.

A thirteenth-rank Thousand-Faced Yama.

Coming from Cangyun City, he had naturally seen many Thousand-Faced Yamas, but never one so young.

The man appeared to be under thirty years old.

The middle-aged man sucked in a sharp breath of cold air, his expression growing even more anxious.

It would be hard to find many like him even in the whole of Cangyun City, the very place where the top talents of the entire Tianwu Country converged.

BOOM!

The middle-aged man didn't dare linger any longer and turned to run.

He reached the young man's side, scooped him up, and his speed suddenly exploded as he shot into a nearby alley.

His strength was indeed somewhat greater than the young man's, but he was only at the peak of the eleventh rank.

Even if he were twelfth-rank, what would that amount to in front of a thirteenth-rank Thousand-Faced Yama?

At this moment, fleeing with all his might was his only hope for a sliver of a chance at survival.

WHOOSH!

A gust of wind materialized from nowhere, striking the middle-aged man's back like a heavy hammer.

The man lost control of his body and stumbled violently, nearly dropping the young man as they both almost crashed to the ground.

His face was filled with horror, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

When he looked up, he saw Chen Yang standing right before him.

"This..."

The middle-aged man staggered back several steps, his complexion as pale as paper. He looked at Chen Yang as if he had seen a ghost.

Just a blast of air... and it injured me so grievously!

The middle-aged man gasped for breath like a wounded beast, staring intently at Chen Yang. "Who... who in the hell are you?"

This guy... He's terrifying!

They hadn't even clashed, yet the sense of powerlessness blooming in his heart threatened to devour his very Divine Spirit.

In all his decades of life, he had never felt this way before a young man.

"Three questions." Chen Yang stated expressionlessly, his hands behind his back. "Who are you people? Why were you trying to take that sword? And how did you track it?"

"We are from the Chen Family of Cangyun City!"

The middle-aged man spoke with a touch of pride, his voice suddenly rising an octave as he said coldly, "I don't care who you are, the Chen Family is not someone you can afford to provoke!"

"Be smart and get out of my way!"

It was clear the arrogance in the man's voice stemmed from the Chen Family he spoke of.

This was his greatest trump card.

He couldn't believe there was anyone in this land who would dare oppose the Chen Family of Cangyun City.

As one of the four great imperial clans, who would dare to challenge them? And who, after learning the truth, would still have the audacity to disrespect them and continue this fight?

Chen Yang frowned, clearly surprised.

He had certainly heard of the Chen Family of Cangyun City. Their power was said to be so immense they could blot out the sky with a single hand.

Then, he continued, "There are two more questions."

HMPH!

The middle-aged man let out a heavy snort. "That is a secret of the Chen Family. It's not for you to know!"

"You little bastard, on your knees!" the grievously injured young man snarled, struggling to turn his head. "You dare remain standing in the presence of my imperial clan?"

BOOM!

Chen Yang slammed his palm down.

With a muffled thud, the middle-aged man was forced to his knees.

CRACK.

His kneecaps shattered, staining the ground with blood.

The young man tumbled to the side, his condition now beyond miserable.

"AHH!"

The young man's eyes were nearly splitting with fury as he roared like a madman.

The fact that his opponent still attacked so brazenly after he had revealed his identity filled him with unprecedented humiliation.

When had the imperial clan of Cangyun City ever been treated this way?

"You damned piece of trash! How dare you hurt me! Just you wait, you're a dead man!" the young man sneered viciously, his blood-red eyes chilling to the extreme.

Chen Yang glanced at him.

BANG!

He kicked out.

The young man was sent flying sideways. With a loud CRASH, he slammed into the chassis of a coupe, sending both him and the car skidding several meters.

"You..."

The middle-aged man's eyes looked as if they would burst from their sockets. In all his life, he had never seen such a flagrantly arrogant person.

Chen Yang lowered his gaze slightly and said indifferently, "I'll ask you one last time."

"I told you, this is the Chen Family's secret! You're not qualified to know!" The middle-aged man seemed to have thrown all caution to the wind, clenching his teeth and refusing to answer the last two questions.

Chen Yang nodded seriously.

The middle-aged man gasped, "You're strong, sure, but you're nothing in the eyes of my Chen Family!"

Chen Yang had no intention of speaking further. He simply waved his hand lightly.

Suddenly, faint golden phantoms began to circle around him.

At the same time, the middle-aged man was lifted into the air.

In that instant, all ferocity and cruelty vanished from the middle-aged man's face, replaced by absolute terror.

"T-Ten Thousand Phenomena Senluo!"

The middle-aged man's lips trembled, his face a mask of disbelief. "You... You're a fourteenth-rank Ten Thousand Phenomena Senluo?!"

SNAP.

Chen Yang snapped his fingers.

A crisp reverberation echoed as ripples formed in the air.

Struck by these ripples, the middle-aged man was sent flying backward with lightning speed, as if hit by a colossal hammer.

In his flight, he thought he saw a blinding light, as brilliant as the sun, flash between Chen Yang's two fingers.

"F-Fifteenth... rank?!"

BOOM!

His body slammed into the coupe with such force that the car nearly split in two, twisting into a lump of metal before finally crashing into a large tree on the roadside and coming to a stop.

Chen Yang returned to the Humvee and drove away.

Just two minutes after he left, the rumble of a helicopter slowly began to fill the air.

It hovered high above for a moment before slowly descending.

As the camera feed returned and the image sharpened, everyone watching on television and online stared impatiently at their screens, holding their breath.

From what had just happened, it was clear that an even more formidable master had arrived.

It was said that when a dragon and a tiger fight, one is bound to be injured. So who had won, and who had lost?

"Holy shit! What the hell happened here?"

"That was a car, and it's been completely wrecked! What about the men? Where are those two guys?"

"In the left corner... and that puddle under the tree... that might be all that's left of them."

"My God, what happened to them? Was that attacker even human?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, our Lingjin City is getting lively! If this new god isn't the same person as that other big shot, we're in for a hell of a show!"

The aftermath of the battle on the street left everyone utterly astounded. The shock was so great they struggled to process what they were seeing. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed such destruction could be caused by an unarmed person. The "other big shot" they mentioned was, of course, the one who opposed the Martial Association—the expert capable of punching through the floors of a building.

For so many top-tier experts to descend on Lingjin City... this was surely no coincidence. Something big was about to happen.

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