Son of the Abandoned City Lord with Two Arms
Chen Yuan walked out of the Fire Cloud Merchant Guild, moving through the city.
As he reached a corner, exclamations instantly erupted from around it.
A white-haired old servant sat in a carriage, with the horse in front charging wildly. Many passersby were trampled by the horse's hooves, letting out cries of agony!
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, you lowly commoners, all of you get out of my way!" The old servant stood up in the carriage, waving his whip at the crowd. Passersby on both sides couldn't dodge in time and were violently whipped to the ground.
In an instant, the carriage reached Chen Yuan.
Seeing Chen Yuan neither dodge nor avoid, the old servant in the carriage revealed a fierce glint in his eyes and lashed his whip towards Chen Yuan's face.
Chen Yuan's eyes turned cold. Grandmist Qi swirled in his right hand, and he grabbed the incoming horsewhip, pulling it sharply.
The old servant was pulled off the carriage. Chen Yuan gathered strength in his right hand and punched him in the forehead. Instantly, blood splattered, mixed with the astonished cries of the onlookers, as the old servant's corpse fell heavily to the ground.
"Hiss—" The horse was startled, its eyes blood-red, and charged at Chen Yuan.
The third-rank Heavenly Illumination Horse was an extremely difficult white treasured horse to tame. When it went mad, green ox horns would grow on its head, and it would charge at the person closest to it.
Its long hooves struck the stone pavement, leaving behind hoof prints. Its speed was as swift as a leopard's, and it quickly reached Chen Yuan.
The two people closest to Chen Yuan had already collapsed to the ground in terror, wetting themselves.
"You beast, stop right now!" A furious roar erupted from Chen Yuan's mouth. In a flash, a fiery Dragon lit up from Chen Yuan's right fist, and he punched it onto the horse's horn.
"Boom!"
The Fire Dragon crushed the horse's horn and instantly slammed into the Heavenly Illumination Horse's head.
The Heavenly Illumination Horse was sent flying, crashing into the carriage behind it and shattering it.
Two people were crushed within. One of them, with surging blood Qi around him, instantly shook the Heavenly Illumination Horse away.
He looked at the songstress beside him; the songstress, who had no cultivation at all, had been smashed into a pulp by the Heavenly Illumination Horse, a truly tragic death.
"That kid is finished."
"This person actually dared to overturn the City Lord's son's carriage. He must be tired of living."
Whispers of discussion rose from the surroundings, reaching Chen Yuan's ears.
Chen Yuan smiled indifferently. No wonder this person dared to ride his horse wildly through the city; he was the City Lord's son.
Zhuang Ze stood up, his eyes as indifferent as a cold pool. A flash of light at his fingertip, and a treasured sword appeared in his hand.
"Kid, killing my servant and destroying my beloved horse, you are seeking death."
With that, Zhuang Ze charged forward with his sword. The Golden Core Seventh Level pressure permeated the air, mixed with a hint of Sword Intent.
In the distance, a man and a woman stood on the second floor of a restaurant, looking towards this spot.
"This kid Zhuang Ze has actually entered the first Realm of the Sword Dao. He can barely be considered a decent opponent." The man's expression was arrogant; he was Song Cheng, the son of the Ancient Immortal Sect's Sect Master, Great Cultivator Song Xu.
The woman was Song Cheng's outer sect follower, named Xing Ying, the legitimate daughter of a seventh-rank Foundation Establishment Family, possessing quite a bit of beauty.
Xing Ying shook her head and chuckled, "Zhuang Ze compared to Young Master is like an ephemeral insect comparing itself to the bright moon."
Song Cheng was a famous Sword Cultivator Genius in this area. At over a hundred years old, he had already entered the second Realm of Sword Cultivation, having learned Gale Sword Intent, swift as the wind.
"No need to watch. That kid is only at the Golden Core Third Layer; he'll be dead in less than three breaths." Song Cheng turned to leave, not wanting to watch this meaningless battle.
"Young Master, he... he blocked it!" An exclamation burst from Xing Ying's mouth.
Hearing this, Song Cheng paused, turned around, and saw that the Golden Core Third Layer kid had actually blocked Zhuang Ze's hint of Sword Intent.
In the arena, Chen Yuan's expression was indifferent. The heavenly feather zither was held horizontally in front of him, blocking the thunderous sword strike.
"How is that possible?" Zhuang Ze's pupils contracted. According to common sense, even if he didn't use his Sword Intent, he could easily suppress him.
Yet, he not only used it but was also easily blocked. How could he not be shocked?
"If this is all the strength you have, then you can die." Chen Yuan's voice was indifferent. The Golden Core Third Layer aura surged around him, and the nine-inch Golden Core within his body spun wildly.
He took a step, appearing a hundred meters away. His slender fingers brushed the zither strings, and the heavenly feather zither vibrated. Two purple sharp blades shot out from it, speeding towards Zhuang Ze like arrows leaving a bowstring.
Wherever they passed, space twisted and warped, emitting bursts of sonic booms.
Their speed was so fast that Zhuang Ze couldn't dodge in time. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the two sharp blades sliced into Zhuang Ze's two arms.
Blood instantly sprayed into the sky. Zhuang Ze's sword, along with his arms, fell to the ground.
If Zhuang Ze hadn't erupted with potential at the critical moment and twisted his body, those two sharp blades would have definitely pierced through his chest.
"Ahhh!" Painful wails came from Zhuang Ze's mouth.
He knelt on the ground, the pain almost making him faint. When he struggled to raise his head, the figure above him had vanished.
A chill swept through his entire body from behind, making him break out in a cold sweat.
Chen Yuan, having used Treading Snow Without a Trace, had already appeared behind him. The heavenly feather zither in his hand vibrated and smashed down fiercely.
In an instant, a golden light suddenly flared, tightly protecting Zhuang Ze within it.
"Bang!" The aftershock spread from the point of impact.
As Chen Yuan increased the force in his hand, before long, cracks appeared in the golden barrier.
Just then, two figures stepped out from a side restaurant, attacking Chen Yuan from both sides.
Chen Yuan frowned slightly. One of the swords was fierce and domineering, extremely fast, and its Cultivator was actually at the Golden Core Eighth Layer.
His figure vanished from the spot, and in an instant, he appeared a hundred meters away.
Song Cheng and Yu Xing Ying stood on either side of Zhuang Ze, protecting him in the middle.
Seeing Song Cheng, Zhuang Ze's eyes lit up, and the pain in his shoulders lessened. He hissed, "Senior Brother Song Cheng, kill that kid! He actually dared to cripple my arms."
Zhuang Ze's commanding tone made Song Cheng extremely displeased. Who did he think he was? Did he think he could act so arrogantly just because he was on his own territory?
Zhuang Ze's eyes were blood-red; having his arms crippled had made him lose his reason.
"Zhuang Ze, mind your tone," Xing Ying said coldly from the side.
Reminded by this, Zhuang Ze's crimson eyes faded considerably, and he regained much of his reason.
Song Cheng no longer looked at him. He took a step forward and said indifferently to Chen Yuan, "Fellow Daoist, do you know who you just crippled?"
"Heh heh." Chen Yuan scoffed dismissively, "What does it matter to me who this person is? I only know that his servant attacked me first, and my action was merely a slight punishment!"
"How audacious! This person is the City Lord's son, and also an Inner Sect Disciple of my Ancient Immortal Sect." Song Cheng spoke coldly. He didn't believe that bringing up the City Lord and the Ancient Immortal Sect wouldn't intimidate him.
However, no fear appeared on Chen Yuan's face; he remained calm.
"It's actually Song Cheng, the son of the Ancient Immortal Sect's Sect Master!"
"What? This person is actually that Prodigy Sword Cultivator of the Ancient Immortal Sect!"
There were inevitably people around who recognized Song Cheng, exclaiming in surprise, "That kid is finished. He injured the City Lord's son in North Land City and provoked the Ancient Immortal Sect. Even if he had ten lives, it wouldn't be enough."
At this moment, a sound transmission condensed into a line and drilled into Chen Yuan's mind, "Fellow Daoist, before True Lord Qing He arrives, run quickly!"
Chen Yuan looked in the direction of the voice. The sound transmitter was a white-robed Young Master, but this Young Master's chest muscles were much more prominent than an ordinary man's.
[Name: Xia Yuruo
Gender: Female.
Appearance: 87.
Favorability: 39.
Realm: Golden Core Sixth Layer.]
Seeing that Chen Yuan was not intimidated, Song Cheng wondered if this person truly had confidence, or was he just putting on a brave front?