The tone was resolute and unmistakable.

Suddenly, the hearts of the surrounding onlookers skipped a beat. This newcomer definitely bears ill will!

The sword wielder seemed to possess considerable strength, but this man appeared even more ferocious; his entrance alone had nearly caused every jaw to drop. Moreover, his attitude was so domineering that there was no room for negotiation. Such overbearing arrogance means a great battle is probably inevitable.

Consequently, the crowd took several more steps back, their faces tense and filled with anticipation. After all, these combatants were not unarmed, and they might well be Sword Cultivators. If a fight broke out and a stray attack hit them, the result would be far worse than a mere black eye and a swollen nose.

Seeing Chen Yang standing there unmoved, showing no intention of handing over the Ancestral Sword, Chen Ke stretched out a hand and demanded again, "I said, the sword. Hand it over!"

The sound of his voice boomed like thunder, rippling through the air.

Chen Yang's right hand twisted gently, executing a deft flourish with his sword. Only then did he glance at the man and say coolly, "Are you also from the Chen Family of Cangyun City?"

"That's right. My name is Chen Ke!" Chen Ke's face was full of arrogance. His brow twitched. "From the sound of it, you've already met someone from my Chen Family?"

Chen Yang smiled without a word.

A guess flashed through Chen Ke's mind, but it was just as quickly dismissed without further thought. The Ancestral Sword was right in front of him; he had no time to waste on other matters.

"What, didn't you hear me? I told you to hand over the sword!" Chen Ke's face darkened noticeably. He had already said it twice, yet the other party remained completely unfazed. What is the meaning of this? Is he ignoring me, Chen Ke, or is he ignoring the entire Chen Family of Cangyun City?

"If you're waiting for me to make a move, you're just waiting to die," Chen Ke sneered, his threat blatant.

"Let's not talk about fighting just yet." Chen Yang lifted the Longsword and flicked his forefinger against the blade, producing a clear, pleasant chime. "First, tell me about this sword's origin. I don't think I've ever seen this material before."

"Heh!" Chen Ke laughed with rage. Is he looking down on me, Chen Ke? When this fellow saw me, shouldn't he have immediately kneeled, presented the Ancestral Sword with both hands, and begged for mercy? And now he wants to 'not talk about fighting'? Does that mean I have to answer his question first? What a death-courting fool.

While annoyed, Chen Ke also felt a flicker of interest. Could this guy be the second young master of the Chen Family's direct line? That's right. Only someone of the direct Chen bloodline can draw the Ancestral Sword.

At this thought, a smile touched Chen Ke's lips. "Boy, this is the Chen Family Ancestral Sword, forged from a meteorite from beyond the heavens. The fact that you can touch this sword is a blessing you earned in a past life."

"Eighteen years ago, this sword was lost to the outside world. I don't care how you obtained it. Return it to me immediately!"

"A weapon of this caliber isn't something a lowly mongrel like you is worthy of touching!"

Chen Ke was deliberately trying to humiliate Chen Yang. As a member of the Chen Family's side branch, his status was naturally beneath those of the direct line. While he hadn't suffered immense humiliation, he always had to act humbly. Yet the man before him was the second young master of the Chen Family's direct line! By all accounts, this person should have died over twenty years ago. Since he was still alive, Chen Ke wanted to savor the psychological satisfaction of thoroughly shaming him. Does this count as towering over the Chen Family's direct line?

"So it's an extraterrestrial meteorite," Chen Yang said, his eyes lit up with understanding. He caressed the blade. The gentle warmth of the sword to his touch formed a stark contrast with the icy aura it emanated. What strange meteoric iron.

Chen Yang then continued, "So, how exactly did you find me so precisely? Or rather, how did you find this sword?"

"Want to know?" A sly glint appeared in Chen Ke's eyes as he beckoned to Chen Yang with his finger. "Come on, crawl over here. If you crawl to my feet, I'll tell you why!"

This is the esteemed second young master of the Chen Family's imperial direct line. Seeing him crawl to me like a dog would be very interesting indeed. Just the thought brought a malicious smile to Chen Ke's face.

"Let's go back to our previous topic," Chen Yang said, completely ignoring him and waving his hand dismissively. "If you want this sword and you're not afraid to die, you're welcome to come and take it."

SWISH! SWISH!

Chen Yang executed another series of flourishes. He was growing to like this sword more and more; the more he used it, the more natural it felt in his hand.

"Hah!" Chen Ke laughed. So this fellow completely ignored everything I said? Just a little bastard who's been wandering outside for twenty-odd years, yet he has the same air as that trash from the direct line. Don't tell me it's in his blood?

CHING!

Chen Ke leaped into the air. With a flick of his toes, the Longsword buried in the ground whistled out and flew into his hand.

WHOOSH!

With the Longsword in hand, he swung it behind him, and the piercing sound of cleaving air suddenly echoed. Instantly, a fierce Sword Qi burst outwards, sweeping in all directions like a tidal wave.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The expressions of every single onlooker changed drastically. Their faces turned ashen, and they scrambled backward uncontrollably. The impact of the blast felt like sharp blades pressing against their skin, a stinging pain so agonizing it felt as if it would slice right through their bodies.

This… this is terrifying! That was just the aura rippling out. If he had actually swung the sword down…

HISS…

Countless people sucked in a sharp breath, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"Kid, have you ever seen a real Sword Cultivator?" Chen Ke held the sword in one hand, pointing it diagonally as he tilted his head up with an arrogant expression. The implication was clear: he, Chen Ke, was a true Sword Cultivator.

Before Chen Yang could reply, a little girl with two pigtails and chubby cheeks squeezed through the crowd. Her face was etched with urgency as she shouted toward Chen Ke, "Chen Ke, I've found out where Chen Zhi is! Hurry over here!"

The newcomer was Chen Mengyao, who had accompanied Chen Ke to Lingjin City. She had spent the entire day investigating the whereabouts of Chen Zhi, who had arrived in Lingjin City before them but had since lost contact. Only moments ago had she finally found a lead.

Chen Zhi and his guards were dead, right here in Lingjin City!

She had rushed over at once to warn Chen Ke.

"Whatever. It can wait until after I get the Ancestral Sword," Chen Ke said without even turning his head, waving his hand dismissively.

Chen Mengyao stomped her foot in anxiety, running forward while shouting, "You're no match for him! He killed Chen Zhi and his guards! Get over here now!"

However, Chen Ke had already charged forward, shrouded in a violent blast of air. How could he possibly hear Chen Mengyao's words?

"The might of a Sword Cultivator can sever heaven and earth with a single strike!" As his figure blurred into motion, Chen Ke's lips curled up. "Kid, to die by my sword will be the greatest honor of your life!"

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