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He Jiang roared, "I'm giving you one last chance. Kneel down now, surrender, and you might still live!"

Chu Yang pointed to the pavilion next to him, his tone indifferent yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"I'm giving you one last chance. Anyone who doesn't want to get involved, go to the pavilion now. You can all leave safely in a little while. Otherwise, you'll lose a hand at best, and your life at worst."

The martial artists trembled, but seeing He Jiang leading four "Eight Pillars" already poised to attack, their imposing aura instantly emboldened them, and they all began to curse loudly.

"This kid is fucking insane!"

"Does he think everyone in the Chu family is a coward?"

"Damn it! Don't waste your breath on him. Just break his arms and legs and see if he'll still be so arrogant."

Hearing the clamor of the Chu family, Chu Yang merely chuckled indifferently, his gaze sweeping across the entire scene, chillingly cold: "You only get one chance. The pavilion is your path to life; staying here means certain death."

Before he finished speaking, his aura suddenly surged, and a chilling aura swept out, as if the air had been frozen instantly.

The group of people who had been arrogantly cursing just moments before suddenly stopped talking, their hearts pounding and their backs turning cold from the invisible pressure they felt.

"You madman! You're asking for death!"

With a loud shout, four Eight-Pillar Warriors took the lead and rushed out, leading twenty or thirty Chu family guards to charge forward. Blades flashed and fists were fierce, and the overwhelming attack was aimed directly at Chu Yang's vital points.

He Jiang stood quietly to the side with his hands behind his back, his expression arrogant and indifferent, his eyes full of condescending disdain.

Given his status and profound cultivation, it would be beneath him to personally deal with a junior. So he simply watched from the sidelines, certain that Chu Yang would be captured by the crowd in an instant.

The battle could be reversed in an instant.

Chu Yang moved like a ghost through the encirclement, his steps agile and fearless of the attacks from all directions. Suddenly, he unleashed his unique and ruthless technique of dislocating tendons and bones with both hands. His fingertips were as hard and powerful as iron clamps, precisely gripping the opponent's arm joints and twisting them with a sudden burst of force.

"Snap! Snap!"

A series of crisp, ear-piercing cracks of bone echoed, followed by a piercing scream that resounded throughout the arena. The eight warriors at the forefront had their arms dislocated instantly, hanging limply at their sides, utterly powerless.

He kept moving, his moves so fast that they were just afterimages. Facing the swarming guards, he attacked their shoulder and elbow joints with every move. His strikes were ruthless, accurate and swift. With each strike, someone would dislocate their arm and fall to the ground.

In a short while, all four Eight Pillar Warriors and twenty or thirty Chu family guards had one arm crippled and lay sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain. None of them were able to stand up.

His "Dislocating Tendons and Bones Technique" has a unique feature—the instant the joint is dislocated, he will use his sharp internal energy to shatter the joint and sever the surrounding meridians.

Unless he treats them, these people's arms will remain useless for the rest of their lives, with no chance of recovery.

The once deafeningly noisy place was now filled with screams of pain and deathly silence.

He Jiang's expression suddenly changed drastically. His previous indifference and disdain vanished, replaced by a grimace. His aura of malevolence surged wildly, and his eyes were fixed on Chu Yang, filled with rage and disbelief.

He never expected that his entire group of skilled men would be defeated in an instant, resulting in such a miserable end.

"Chu Yang! How could you be so vicious!" He Jiang shouted angrily, his voice trembling with rage.

"Heh, if I tie my hands and feet up and let you beat and kill me, does that mean I'm not vicious?" Chu Yang raised an eyebrow, his tone full of sarcasm, showing no fear whatsoever.

At this moment, He Jiang's mind was in complete turmoil, and his emotions were churning.

If the previous incident involving Chu Kun could be considered as his failure to handle things properly, then this tragedy of total annihilation is something that even if he crippled himself, it would be difficult for him to atone for his sins to the Chu family!

He Jiang was filled with boundless rage. The immense true energy of a supreme grandmaster exploded from his body, and an invisible pressure swept across the entire area. The blue bricks on the ground cracked inch by inch, a gale arose, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

"You dare to cripple my Chu family? Today you will pay the price!"

Chu Yang was slightly shocked. He Jiang's strength as a Grandmaster was definitely no less than that of Fu Qingyun, who had a superficial foundation in the Innate Realm, and was even slightly stronger.

At this moment, nine illusory afterimages instantly split off from He Jiang's body. His real body and the afterimages moved in sync, their speed exceeding the limits of the naked eye. The clones covered the entire area, each carrying genuine Grandmaster-level true energy, making it impossible to distinguish between them. They attacked Chu Yang from all directions.

This secret technique is the most bizarre; the afterimage can be used for both offense and defense, and attacks can be released simultaneously.

His true form is hidden in the shadows, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, making it impossible for others to predict the direction of his attack—this is the killer move he has used for many years.

Chu Yang's expression hardened slightly, and he couldn't help but nod.

The Chu family's foundation is indeed far superior to that of ordinary aristocratic families.

He remained calm and focused, his body protected by internal energy, and with unpredictable and agile movements, he calmly dealt with attacks from all directions.

The sounds of fists and palms colliding were incessant. He Jiang's true body and afterimages took turns launching fierce attacks, his palm force was incomparably fierce, and each strike carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, yet he only seemed to be evenly matched with Chu Yang.

He Jiang was greatly alarmed when he realized that he could not break through the defenses after a long siege.

I never expected that Chu Yang, at such a young age, could be evenly matched with me.

Enraged, he held back no longer, roaring, "All Shadows Return to One!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the nine afterimages instantly converged and merged into his true body. He Jiang's true energy surged several times over, condensing into a huge palm print that blotted out the sky. The palm wind howled, carrying terrifying power that could destroy everything, and pressed straight down on Chu Yang.

This strike, imbued with his life's worth of Grandmaster cultivation, far surpassed all his previous attacks in power. Subtle ripples of distortion spread through the surrounding space, completely sealing off all of Chu Yang's escape routes, leaving him with no way to dodge!

Faced with that colossal hand that blotted out the sky and contained the full power of a supreme grandmaster, Chu Yang's eyes turned cold, and he held nothing back.

His crimson-gold true energy suddenly reversed, like a river flowing backward, its color rapidly condensing and transforming into a restrained yet domineering dark-gold true energy, its violent aura sweeping across all directions.

"Extreme Sun - Raging Flames!"

A low shout resounded throughout the entire arena, and dark golden true energy soared into the sky, condensing into a ferocious true dragon phantom above his head. The dragon's body was wrapped in blazing sun flames, its scales and claws were clearly defined, and it roared to the sky, its voice shaking the surrounding wilderness.

The true dragon, carrying the extreme yang power that could burn the heavens and destroy the earth, raised its head and crashed directly into He Jiang's giant palm that suppressed all shadows.

The next instant, the dragon claw and the giant hand collided with a deafening roar.

Golden light and dark gold true energy exploded, the shockwave sweeping across the entire area, cracking the ground and sending dust billowing into the sky. He Jiang's palm strike shattered instantly, his true energy completely dissipating, but the illusory dragon's momentum remained undiminished as it slammed into him.

He Jiang's face turned deathly pale, his pupils shrank sharply, and he was sent flying dozens of meters backward as if struck by a heavy blow, crashing down heavily. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath instantly weakened.

One clash, and the difference in skill was immediately apparent.

The outcome is decided!

As the smoke and dust cleared, Chu Yang stood with his hands behind his back, like an indestructible war god, his domineering aura restrained yet his imposing presence overwhelming.

Chu Kun, who was knocked to the ground by the aftershocks, laughed loudly.

"Hahaha, Chu Yang! You finally died from Elder He's secret technique!"

He staggered to his feet, shouting, "Help! Help me over there. I want to tear this guy to pieces to vent my anger!"

Chu Yang's dark gold true energy had not completely dissipated, and his body was still surrounded by the might of burning heaven. His eyes were as cold as ice as he looked at Chu Kun, who looked like a clown. He just sneered and slowly walked over.

"You want to tear me to pieces? Here I come!"