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"You lowly convict, how dare you talk to me like that? Don't be so arrogant! My elder sister is a direct disciple of the Xuan Yun Sect!"

Jiang's youngest son suddenly remembered his sister who had been away from home for many years and only occasionally came back to visit. He felt more confident and his insults became even more vicious and unrestrained.

Jiang Benshan had two sons and a daughter in his life. His eldest daughter was taken away by a master from the Xuanyun Sect when she was young to learn martial arts.

His two sons are the ones he wants to carry on the Jiang family tradition.

Now that the eldest son is dead, the youngest son has become the sole heir of the Jiang family.

Jiang Benshan was also awakened by his youngest son's sudden flash of brilliance.

As long as Chu Yang can be temporarily subdued, his death will come when his daughter arrives with the people from the Xuan Yun Sect.

He quickly bowed to Chu Yang again.

"My son is too young and doesn't understand. If you spare him, you can take my life and the Jiang family's wealth. But it's better to resolve grievances than to let them fester. My daughter is as beautiful as a flower, no less so than Miss Su. Moreover, she is a direct disciple of the Xuan Yun Sect, and she might even become a close friend of Mr. Chu in the future."

Chu Yang chuckled, fully aware of Jiang Benshan's little scheme.

"I took the money because Jiang Yun owed me. I killed people because you all offended me."

He condensed a stream of true energy in one hand and looked at the youngest son of the Jiang family who was hiding behind Jiang Benshan, "In your next life, be a good person."

He slightly raised his right palm, about to bring it down.

"stop!"

A sharp, piercing sound rang out.

Out of the corner of his eye, Chu Yang saw a dark shadow flying towards them, accompanied by a cold glint of light.

"Grandmaster?"

Chu Yang casually waved the true energy he had condensed in his palm.

The crimson true energy and the cold light clashed with a metallic clang.

The dark figure flew backward for three zhang (approximately 10 meters), only managing to steady itself by lightly touching the branches with its toes, before gracefully landing.

The newcomer was probably in his thirties, dressed in a classic black robe, clearly a member of a martial arts sect.

A dozen or so people dressed in short, tight-fitting clothes and with piercing eyes landed behind him; they were clearly trained fighters.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, Jiang Benshan was overjoyed and, ignoring the pain in his knees, struggled to his feet.

"Nephew Rongtao! You've come at just the right time! Didn't Li'er come with you?"

Rong Tao quickly clasped his hands and bowed, "Greetings, Uncle Jiang. Junior Sister Jiang Li is currently receiving the inheritance of an elder at the Xuan Yun Sect. I came down the mountain on business and passed through the East Sea, so I made a special trip to visit you. May I ask what has happened here?"

Jiang Benshan excitedly staggered over to Rong Tao and took his hand.

Before he could speak, his youngest son rushed over and threw himself into Rong Tao's arms.

"Brother-in-law, sob sob sob..."

He cried so bitterly, pointing a finger at Chu Yang, "This is the guy! He broke into my house, not only demanding a billion yuan in ransom, but also killing my older brother. He even said he wanted to rape my sister and make her lick his toes. You must kill him!"

Chu Yang immediately realized that his assessment of this little brat had been too conservative.

Rong Tao was immediately thrilled by the title "brother-in-law".

He comforted his "brother-in-law," but his eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at Chu Yang.

"Nephew, now that you have killed this little beast, I will make the decision regarding your marriage to Li'er."

Jiang Benshan quickly added a sentence that would drive his daughter's sycophant crazy.

Rong Tao pointed his longsword at Chu Yang, "Today, you will die!"

Chu Yang was speechless and pointed at the people from the Xuan Yun Sect.

"I'll give you a chance. Take your men and leave now."

Rong Tao laughed loudly a few times, then pointed to the dead and crippled martial artists on the ground.

"Is this your confidence? I saw it all clearly on my way here. You used despicable means to make these people suffer the consequences. You don't really think that's your strength, do you? You're even fooling yourself?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples of Xuanyun Sect burst into laughter.

"Boy, why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror? How dare you be so insolent towards our Xuan Yun Sect?"

"Kneel down and apologize to Senior Brother Rong! Otherwise, I'll gouge out your tongue."

"Heh, kneeling won't help! He spoke rudely to Junior Sister Jiang Li; he deserves to die a thousand deaths!"

Those people were spewing profanities, but Chu Yang glanced at them and nodded slightly.

"Okay! I respect your choice."

Jiang's youngest son's face was once again filled with excitement. "You stinking shit! Once all your bones are broken, I'll give you a good piss so you can take a good look at yourself!"

"Brother-in-law, kill him now! My sister is yours! I'll be an uncle next year!"

He followed his father's methods, but in a more radical way.

The words of the father and son undoubtedly had a huge effect on Rong Tao, a seasoned sycophant at Jiang Li's feet.

The murderous intent in his eyes was almost tangible.

How many golden opportunities does one have in a lifetime?

In his view, coming to the Jiang family today was a great opportunity.

His longsword hummed as he moved with lightning speed, aiming straight for Chu Yang's throat. The sword tip gleamed coldly, whipping up a fierce wind: "Those who insult my junior sister shall die!"

Chu Yang didn't even lift his eyelids, casually waving his right hand.

"clang--!"

The crimson true energy erupted like molten lava, colliding with the sword's edge.

Chu Yang wasn't even slightly interested in a mere mid-stage Grandmaster; he just casually waved to him.

Rong Tao's tiger's mouth split open, his longsword flew out of his hand and into the stone, and he staggered back seven or eight steps, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

At this moment, the shock in his heart had reached an unbearable level.

After more than thirty years of arduous cultivation in the sect, he was an outstanding figure even among his peers.

But this young man, who looked to be only in his early twenties, had so easily defeated him.

He had a vague feeling that things were getting out of control, and that he had been a bit too impulsive just now.

"Brother-in-law! Don't hold back, just kill him. I'm calling my sister right now."

"Nephew, this man came to our door to force me to marry Li'er to him. Yun'er refused, and he beat her to death. Are your feelings for Li'er fake?"

Seeing that Rong Tao seemed to be considering retreating, the Jiang father and son worked together to completely block Rong Tao's escape route.

Rong Tao knew that Chu Yang's martial arts skills were superior to his own.

Judging from Chu Yang's age, he believed that Chu Yang was at most a late-stage Grandmaster and absolutely could not possibly reach the level of a Great Grandmaster.

Otherwise, how could he, the prodigy praised by everyone in the Xuan Yun Sect, bear this?

"Form the formation! 'Seven Stars Subduing Demons'! Slay this fiend!"

Rong Tao's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared furiously.

Fourteen Xuan Yun Sect disciples moved swiftly, their sword energy crisscrossing, instantly forming the "Seven Star Demon Subduing Formation." The chilling sword energy wove into a large net of cold light, tightly sealing off the ten-zhang space around Chu Yang!

Chu Yang looked somewhat disappointed.

He has a deep understanding of the formations of various schools and sects. The reason he was able to kill dozens of people in an instant was because of his understanding of various formations and his grasp of the timing.

"Alas! The Seven Star Demon Subduing Formation isn't like this. Do you even use your sect's own formation so superficially?"

His criticisms, however, made Rong Tao and the others from Xuan Yun Sect feel greatly insulted.

At the heart of the formation, Rong Tao channeled all his true energy, pointing his sword towards the sky. A giant cyan sword phantom, over ten feet long, condensed in the air and crashed down with the force of splitting mountains!

Chu Yang chuckled and condensed a stream of almost liquefied true energy in his right palm, which instantly transformed into the phantom of a crimson, ancient giant sword.

He lightly stomped his toes, his body gracefully rising into the air to meet the descending blue giant sword.