Volume Four: Renowned Everywhere Chapter 155: The Arrival of the Zhong Family Experts

Blood sprayed into the air, glittering brilliantly in the sunlight. Chen Junhu’s head flew high into the sky before crashing heavily onto the ground.

His eyes were wide open, and the spot where his head landed happened to be right in front of Zhong Yan, as if he refused to rest in peace even in death.

Zhong Yan felt his heart skip a beat. He had no idea whether this was Qin Yang’s deliberate doing, but he couldn't afford to care about that now. Finding a way to escape from this place was the ultimate strategy.

Thud! Watching another figure fall from the sky, Zhong Yan's expression changed drastically: "Elder Jin!"

The old man on the ground looked like a dead dog. His chest was caved in, and all his ribs had been shattered into powder.

He was breathing in much more than he was breathing out, and it was clear he was not going to make it.

Zhong Yan looked around. The scene was dead silent. The people who had previously been flattering and fawning no longer spoke a word. Qin Yang's锋芒 (sharpness and overwhelming momentum) was simply too dazzling; none of them dared to face it.

"Young Master, I'll hold them off. You must leave quickly!"

Hearing this, Qin Yang laughed, laughing very happily. "Heh, wanting to leave? I'm afraid it won't be that easy!"

Carrying the Star-Falling Blade on his shoulder, he walked toward Zhong Yan. Meanwhile, the Butcher and Xu Ming sprang into action, surrounding them in the blink of an eye.

Their eyes were filled with intense killing intent. Especially in the case of Xu Ming, his hatred for Zhong Yan was as thick and unmelting as ice. If the Zhong family hadn't been scheming behind the scenes, his happy family wouldn't have been torn apart, and his master wouldn't have died.

All of this was thanks to the Zhong family.

Zhong Ming rushed toward Qin Yang, but his strength was inferior even to Chen Junhu's beastified form. With a single slap, he was sent flying instantly. Qin Yang had no interest whatsoever in such a small character.

The Star-Falling Blade slashed out fiercely. Zhong Yan crushed a jade pendant, and a burst of rune energy erupted from his body, repelling the blade.

"Oh?"

"Interesting."

In the Ancient Martial Arts World, the Zhong Family.

Seven elders were in secluded cultivation when their expressions suddenly shifted dramatically. One of them shouted in a deep voice, "Who is it?"

Hum, hum, hum...

Seven phantom figures appeared in mid-air, all of them practitioners at the Profound-Passing Realm, and one of them was even at the peak of the Profound-Passing Realm.

When Zhong Yan saw the seven Supreme Elders of the Zhong family before him, joy appeared on his face. But the very next moment, his illusions were shattered directly.

Qin Yang made a hand gesture, and the Yin-Yang Domain enveloped him, sealing off his true Qi.

"Xu Ming, kill him."

Zhong Yan's expression changed wildly. Right now, he possessed zero strength at all. Facing Xu Ming, who was at the Dao-Entering Realm, he was undoubtedly dead.

"Supreme Elders, save me!"

The seven elders glared at Qin Yang with intense murderous intent in their eyes. " Brat, no matter who you are today, if you dare to touch a member of the Zhong family, we will definitely kill you."

"Hahaha, they are just soul projections. Watch how I slice you all to pieces!" Qin Yang laughed aloud, his figure shooting straight up into the sky. The Star-Falling Blade lashed out fiercely, its sharp blade-light seemingly intent on tearing the void apart.

The expressions of the seven elders changed drastically. Never in their wildest dreams had they imagined that such a formidable expert still existed in this mortal realm.

Right now, all they had to do was hold on for a little longer, and their true physical bodies would arrive. But could they hold on?

Xu Ming brought his sword down and severed Zhong Yan's arm. As a miserable scream echoed, Xu Ming spoke as if he hadn't heard it at all, "This sword is swung for my parents."

With that, he struck with his sword once more, slashing toward Zhong Yan's other arm.

"This sword is swung for my master."

"Brat, you're courting death!" The eyes of the seven figures in the sky were splitting with rage. Zhong Yan was the hope of the Zhong family, the young man with the greatest talent. They never expected that this trip to the mortal world would cost him his life.

At this thought, all of them roared in fury.

"Shut your noisy mouths!"

"You're standing too high up, it's a bit exhausting looking up at you. Get down here!" Qin Yang roared with explosive force. Bolts of thunder and lightning began to slowly gather in the sky, suddenly and fiercely striking down upon them.

Boom, boom, boom!

The figures in the air appeared extremely disheveled. They were merely avatars, possessing less than one-tenth of their true bodies' strength; how could they possibly withstand Qin Yang's offensive techniques?

Checking the time, he figured the people from the Zhong family should be arriving soon. "Time's up. Go to hell."

Wielding the Star-Falling Blade with both hands, the weapon was suffused with a thick, bloody stench—bloodthirsty, manic, and soul-stirring.

The seven figures felt an inexplicable pulling force tugging at their souls.

"Thunder Blade Scripture, Seventh Form: Shattering the Heavens."

At that moment, the pulling force grew even more immense. With a single slash from Qin Yang, before the seven figures could even react, they were instantly engulfed by the lightning in the sky. Countless bolts of thunder seemed to have homing beacons planted on them, bombarding them wildly.

The bodies of the seven figures at the edge of the horizon suddenly stiffened, and then each of them spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Just like that, their soul connections were severed.

"Not good! Zhong Yan, my grandson! Speed up!"

By now, Zhong Yan had been hacked into a human log. Everyone stared at Xu Ming, deep horror hidden within their eyes.

People used to say that Qin Yang of Beihai was the God of Slaughter, but looking at it now, Xu Ming before them was much more suited to the title of Slaughter God—he was simply too ruthless and cruel.

Xu Ming's heavy sword smashed down fiercely. By this time, Zhong Yan had already lost his vital breath, though his eyes were filled with utter relief.

Inside the Chen family villa, the Chen family now existed only in name. Their backing pillar had been hacked into a human log, and the Zhong family would definitely not let the matter rest. A massive battle was likely still to come.

Chen Tian led Chen Moumou away, cast one deep look at Qin Yang, and said, "Be careful."

"Got it," Qin Yang nodded and replied.

Just as everyone was preparing to leave, the members of the Zhong family hurried over. The entire sky was enveloped by a grim, murderous atmosphere, and every single one of them wore a look of utter shock.

True to its reputation as an ancient martial arts family, the Zhong family's display of force was by no means small.

"Zhong Yan, my son!" Zhong Lijia, Zhong Yan's father, stared at Xu Ming, his expression freezing abruptly. "It's you, you little bastard! Today, I'll skin you alive!"

All the elites of the Zhong family had arrived, numbering twenty to thirty people. As Zhong Lijia's voice faded, they launched a collective attack against Xu Ming.

Naturally, Qin Yang would not stand idly by at a time like this. The Star-Falling Blade spun in his hand as he revealed a mocking sneer. "Do you think having more people makes you strong?"

"In today's society, strength doesn't rely on numbers; it relies on raw power."

Seeing Zhong Lijia charging toward Xu Ming, Qin Yang swept the Star-Falling Blade horizontally. A thunder dragon condensed in mid-air, crazily charging toward the group.

Bang!

Zhong Lijia managed to block this wave of attacks, but his body was forced backward step by step, his face filled with shock. Hearing the discussions from below, he furrowed his brow. "You are Qin Yang of Beihai?"

"If you're talking about Qin Yang of Beihai, then I suppose that's me!" Qin Yang shrugged. The more people that gathered here, the happier he became.

The Supreme Elders of the Zhong family began using Sound-Transmission Talismans to summon reinforcements. The situation was far too complicated now; neither side was willing to submit to the other, creating a tense atmosphere as if a massive brawl was about to break out.

Could this be what they called a legendary showdown?

"Second Brother, out of these people, which ones made a move against you?"

Hearing Qin Yang's question, Xu Ming looked up at the crowd above and carefully picked them out. In the end, only three of them had attacked him.

"Zhong Lijia." After thinking it over carefully upon being asked, he spat out that name.

"In that case, you go die as well." Qin Yang struck out once more, his face masked in bloodlust.

Everyone stared at Qin Yang, genuinely wanting to find out where this guy's limits truly lay. They hadn't had the chance to encounter him before, but now they had plenty of time, and they fully intended to enjoy the show.

The Star-Falling Blade spun in his hand. Missing his first strike, he immediately unleashed a second. The blade carved an arc through the air, striking repeatedly to fend off the attacks of the others, while Zhong Lijia was kicked flying by a single blow from him, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"With just that pitiful bit of strength, you still dare to come out and make a fool of yourself? If I were you, I'd just smash my head into a block of tofu and die."

Upon hearing this, the Butcher burst into unceasing laughter.

"What is it?"

Qin Yang's face was full of confusion. What was originally a very serious matter somehow sounded so childish and trivial in the other man's ears.

"Qin Yang, you probably can't die from smashing your head into a block of tofu."

"Uh, if one block won't kill me, then I'll use two. I'll just keep smashing until I finally knock myself to death."

Clearly unwilling to let Qin Yang rest, the members of the Zhong family exchanged glances before launching a ferocious assault together.

Seven-Stars Demon-Subduing Formation!