Volume Four: Renowned Everywhere Chapter 153: Breaking Out into a Fierce Brawl

Chen Junlong launched a sudden attack, throwing a punch that resonated with the roars of dragons and tigers in the air. Everyone stared at him, their faces etched with astonishment.

To think that the Chen family's Dragon-Tiger Roaring Fist had been cultivated to such a realm; his talent was truly formidable.

Just as the crowd was buzzing with discussion, a gigantic palm materialized out of thin air and delivered a swift, resounding slap. Before Chen Junlong could even react, he was sent flying away in an instant. Everyone who witnessed the spectacle was struck dumb with shock.

"Damn, that is savage."

"What the hell? Where did this guy pop up from? Chen Junlong couldn't even withstand a single move."

Zhong Yan stood among the crowd, gently swaying his feathered fan with a grave expression. The young man before him was genuinely formidable, to the point where even Zhong Yan could not pierce through his cultivation level.

Frowning deeply, he realized that today's affairs would not be easily resolved.

The elderly patriarch of the Chen family stepped forward, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, the murderous intent in his eyes unabated. Over the years, the Chen family had enjoyed absolute prosperity and influence in Jiangnan. Yet now, a young man had suddenly appeared, charging in single-handedly to deliver a blatant slap to the face of the Chen family!

In the distance, the sirens wailed as several dozen police officers rushed to the scene. At their head was Qiu Zhiguo, Director of the Jiangnan City Public Security Bureau. Having received instructions from the mayor, Qiu Zhiguo had been preparing to take action upon seeing the young men ahead. However, upon catching sight of Qin Yang, his brows furrowed. The young man felt intensely familiar; although his facial features had not changed, his entire bearing was entirely different, leaving Qiu Zhiguo momentarily hesitant to be certain.

"Qin Yang?" he probed tentatively.

Qin Yang never expected to encounter Wu Yaoyao's uncle-in-law in such a manner. A bitter smile touched his lips as he replied, "Director Qiu, long time no see."

"It really is you, kid!" Qiu Zhiguo rejoiced inwardly, stepping forward quickly. He cast a wary glance around and asked, "Why on earth are you causing trouble at the Chen family estate? Leave now while you still can. At worst, I can put in a word with the mayor for you. If you keep this up, even I won't be able to protect you."

Qiu Zhiguo's words stirred a genuine sense of warmth in Qin Yang. However, he had come today specifically to settle accounts and naturally would not give up so easily. His gaze burned with intensity as he answered, "I'm sorry, Director Qiu, but I truly cannot leave today. It's not that I'm unwilling to give you face, but this matter involves my brother."

Without wishing to make things difficult for the official, Qin Yang flashed his identification credentials. Qiu Zhiguo's eyes widened as he stared at the official seal; such an item could not possibly be forged.

He already knew a thing or two about Qin Yang and was well aware of his immense capability back in Bincheng. Yet, in his wildest dreams, he had never imagined that the young man possessed such a backing. Had he known this beforehand, he would have spared no effort to intervene during the incident involving Wu Yaoyao.

"Withdraw the team."

The Mayor of Jiangnan stared in utter disbelief as Qiu Zhiguo abruptly ordered his men to leave without a word. "Qiu Zhiguo, do you still want your job or not?"

Qin Yang glanced at the figure before him and chuckled lightly, "Heh, Mr. Mayor, I advise you to leave right now, otherwise I can guarantee you won't be keeping your official post."

Mayor Fu fixed a look of utter disdain on Qin Yang. "Threatening me? Young man, you must be tired of living."

Just as the mayor was about to hurl further threats, Qin Yang merely smiled without answering. Suddenly, the mayor's cell phone rang.

"Fu Ming, get back here immediately, or don't bother showing up at the municipal government tomorrow!"

The voice of the Municipal Party Secretary echoed through the earpiece, leaving the mayor paralyzed with shock. He could never have conceived that the young man before him wielded such terrifying influence, capable of mobilizing even the Municipal Party Secretary himself.

Now he finally understood why Qiu Zhiguo had departed in utter silence—damn it all, this was an almighty figure!

Upon witnessing this turn of events, the expressions of the Chen family members shifted drastically. The departure of their political allies was tantamount to losing their most formidable pillar of support.

Before anyone could utter another word, numerous business figures present began quietly slipping away under various pretexts.

Chen Junlong crawled back to his feet, watching the departing crowd as an ominous foreboding gripped his heart.

From the murmurs of the retreating guests, he finally caught the name of a certain corporation:

Tianyang Group.

Logically speaking, the Chen family had never crossed paths with Tianyang Group in Bincheng. Yet this time, the adversary had pointed the spearhead directly at them. Could it be related to these people?

"Hmph, regardless of whether there's a connection, all of you are going to die."

Hiding in the shadows, Chen Shaopeng made a sudden, vicious move. Brandishing a dagger, he lunged to plunge it straight into Qin Yang's back. Catching sight of the sneak attack, a flash of cold derision crossed Qin Yang's face.

"Since you are so eager to die, I shall grant your wish."

The Silver Fox blade gleamed in the air, striking with lethal suddenness. Before Chen Shaopeng could even register what happened, his body collapsed rigidly to the ground.

"Shaopeng!"

Chen Junlong's eyes split at the corners, veins bulging. He had never imagined that his own son would die before his very eyes, filling his heart with boundless hatred.

"You little bastard, I'll kill you!"

"There are plenty of people who want me dead. Who do you think you are?"

The Silver Fox blade moved once more. Seven individual Silver Fox blades converged to form the Thousand-Leaf Blade Formation, completely enclosing Chen Junlong within its lethal perimeter.

Sash by sash, the blades carved into his flesh. Everyone watching the scene was frozen in absolute terror.

Even among the onlookers, those with sharp eyes recognized the Thousand-Leaf Blade Formation. Their eyes widened, their bodies trembled, and their faces flushed with intense agitation.

"Qin Yang of Beihai."

"Damn it, it's Qin Yang of Beihai!"

The duel between Qin Yang of Beihai and the White-Clothed Sword Saint Aotian had resonated deeply throughout the ancient martial world. Everyone knew that an utterly supreme figure walked the mortal realm: Qin Yang of Beihai.

He was a dragon that showed its head but never its tail; not one of them had ever expected to cross paths with him here today.

Inside the blade formation, Chen Junlong's shrill screams pierced the air at intervals, sending chills down everyone's spines.

Finally, after enduring a thousand cuts, the man could no longer withstand the torment and drew his final breath.

Chen Junhuan's entire body shook violently. The surge of courage he had felt moments ago evaporated into nothingness. Rushing forward now to fight Qin Yang would be no different from seeking instant death. After a fleeting moment of hesitation, he decided to stay put and let stillness govern the chaotic situation.

The aged patriarch of the Chen family spat out a mouthful of dark, stagnant blood, his face turning frighteningly pale. Today was supposed to be his grand eightieth birthday, yet he never imagined that the entire Chen family would face such a catastrophic calamity.

His most prized son was dead, and so was his eldest grandson.

Glaring at the numerous martial artists gathered around, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Fellow practitioners, whoever can slay this fiend shall inherit the entire estate of the Chen family!"

As the saying goes, heavy rewards foster brave men. Especially when tempted by the Chen family's boundless wealth, many martial artists felt their eyes turn red with greed.

Yet, the realization that their target was Qin Yang of Beihai immediately caused their scalps to tingle. The man carried the moniker of the God of Slaughter—a title that could never be earned merely by having money; it was forged through mountains of corpses.

"I shall test you to see if you truly live up to your legendary reputation, or if it's all empty hype."

Standing to one side, Xu Ming had long since been rendered dumbstruck. He never imagined that his third brother was none other than Qin Yang of Beihai. Had he known his true identity beforehand, he would never have worried so much.

Meanwhile, the Butcher simply continued sipping fine wine and stuffing his mouth with various delicacies, paying not the slightest heed to the unfolding chaos.

In his eyes, the moment they set foot upon this ground, the outcome had already been sealed without room for deviation.

The Starfall Saber cleaved downward with terrifying momentum. The blade Qi instantly obliterated an illusory afterimage in mid-air, while a mist of blood bloomed in the space above. A look of utter disdain rested on Qin Yang's face.

"Hmph, my strength as Qin Yang is not something just anyone can casually test."

"If you wish to test me, you must be prepared to die."

Siss—

Every pair of eyes widened to their absolute limit, filled with profound shock. The God of Slaughter was truly the God of Slaughter; immensely powerful, and ready to kill at the slightest disagreement!

"Heh, to injure my brother is to refuse to give face to Qin Yang of Beihai. Since that is the case, the heavens and earth shall be turned upside down here today. Zhong Yan, you are dead today." Qin Yang pointed his Starfall Saber directly at Zhong Yan.

Zhong Yan's expression turned grim, especially when meeting Qin Yang's searing gaze. He truly doubted whether he would be able to walk away alive. However, catching sight of the two Profound Realm experts standing relaxed beside him offered some solace.

With such supreme experts guarding his side, he naturally felt considerably more secure.

"Hearth, you want to kill me? Today, I shall be the one to kill you." Zhong Yan swept his gaze across the gathering and proclaimed, "Fellow practitioners, whoever helps me slay Qin Yang of Beihai shall become a lifelong friend of the Zhong family and receive our eternal backing."

The exact same kind of promise, spoken by a different person, carried an entirely different weight. The Zhong family held immense influence within the ancient martial world.

Hearing this, the crowd of martial artists edged forward once more, evidently preparing to make their move against Qin Yang.

Clutching a nine-curved interlocking saber, the elderly patriarch of the Chen family channeled the vigor of his remaining years and hacked frantically toward Qin Yang, driven by a single, burning obsession:

To slay Qin Yang and avenge his son and grandson.