177: Chapter 177 If you want war, then let's fight!

Snap!

A crisp sound echoed through the Void Realm.

The brick slammed with unerring precision into Du You's face, instantly deforming his cheek and causing nosebleeds to spray wildly!

He was instantly dazed, his Divine Soul jolted by the impact!

His consciousness went blank for a split second.

But before he could force himself to snap out of it and break free from the stunned state,

He saw a golden, shimmering spirit sword that had somehow crossed the Void Realm and was flying toward him from behind!

“Oh~ AHHH!!!”

Even in his stunned state, Du You felt a sudden tightening in his nether regions, causing him to arch his backside high!

“Hiss~~~”

Chen Yan subconsciously tightened his own legs at the sight: “That looks painful~”

That 20% Liver-Bursting chance actually triggered just like that!?

But before anyone could react,

They saw Du You wailing, his face contorted in agony as he faced Chen Yan.

Thud!

Right in front of everyone from the Wan Jian Sect, his legs gave way, and he knelt down respectfully!

He bowed his head and prostrated himself as if giving thanks!

It was the posture of one kowtowing to a family elder.

Du You's eyes were wide with shock and humiliation.

He tried desperately to stand up, but his body wouldn't obey, remaining firmly in the kneeling position.

“Oh?”

Chen Yan raised an eyebrow and grinned at the kneeling Du You, unable to stop himself from laughing out loud.

“What’s this? No need for such a grand gesture!”

He looked down at Du You from his superior position, slowly raising the long sword in his hand.

“Even if you really want to recognize me as your father, I’ve never been one to take in sons randomly.”

Your luck is truly abysmal.

To think you'd trigger the 20% chance of 'Winning People Over with Virtue'?

A look of intense horror flashed in Du You's eyes.

He looked at the spirit sword in Chen Yan's hand and opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but his throat felt as if it were blocked; he couldn't utter a single word.

Chen Yan let out a cold snort and hesitated no longer.

The long sword moved like lightning, precisely slashing across Du You's throat.

A single strike to seal the throat.

Blood sprayed out like a crimson fountain.

Du You's eyes were wide and bulging, filled with utter disbelief.

He couldn't understand how he, a dignified Genius ranked fourth on the hidden dragon ranking, could die so humiliatingly!?

Unfortunately, he would never have the chance to find out!

As the Ten Thousand Spirit Absolute Flame ignited, Du You's Divine Soul was utterly extinguished.

Boom!

Between heaven and earth, a massive phantom image appeared out of thin air.

Chen Yan looked up and couldn't help but curl his lip!

Damn it!

It’s that damn hidden dragon ranking again!

Across the continent, countless Cultivators looked up.

They saw the name in the fourth position on the ranking rapidly changing.

The name 'Du You' gradually faded, replaced by a brand new name.

Chen Yan.

The Disciples of the Wan Jian Sect watched this scene, their scalps tingling with numbness.

The number one Prodigy of their Wan Jian Sect had been cut down in public just like that, without even a chance to beg for mercy?

Chen Yan flicked the blood droplets off his sword and laughed wildly toward the members of the Wan Jian Sect.

“Who else?!”

His voice echoed in the Void Realm, carrying an indescribable arrogance and dominance.

Fang Zhentian stood on the city wall, staring fixedly at the scene, his face as dark as water!

In the Immortal Abode, his precious son had died.

And now, his prized Disciple was dead too.

The dignity of the Wan Jian Sect was being ground into the dirt by the same person.

Twice!

He formed a sword seal with his hands, desperately wanting to slay that little brat with a single strike.

But then he looked up and saw Leng Qingshuang.

The woman was suspended in mid-air, holding her long sword, staring at him with cold eyes.

The moment he dared to step out of the grand array, only death would await him.

Fang Zhentian clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white.

“Chen Yan!”

He squeezed those two words through his teeth, his gaze so venomous it could kill.

Chen Yan turned his head toward Fang Zhentian on the wall, his mouth twisting into a particularly punchable smirk.

“Old dog, what? Want to come down and test your skills against me?”

Fang Zhentian's face darkened, and though his rage was sky-high, he remained still after weighing the pros and cons!

Seeing this, Chen Yan sneered: “A bunch of cowards.”

He leaped up and flew directly to the front of the Wan Jian Sect's city gates.

Above the gate stood a massive plaque.

The three characters for 'Wan Jian Sect' were written in an elegant, imposing calligraphy.

This was the face of the Wan Jian Sect!

The first thing any Cultivator saw when arriving at Wan Jian City was this plaque.

Chen Yan grinned and spread his fingers toward the plaque!

“Five Elements Sword Domain!”

He gave a low roar, and the Sword Intent on his body instantly exploded.

The powers of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth—the Five Elements—swirled frantically around him before converging into a brilliant sword light.

“Shatter!”

With a light shout, the sword light instantly cleaved toward the plaque.

The sword beam whistled with a surging Aura, and under the shocked and angry gazes of the crowd, it struck the plaque directly.

Boom!!!

Amidst the thunderous explosion, the Wan Jian Sect's plaque shattered.

Within the Sword Qi, countless fragments flew everywhere, clattering as they hit the ground.

The Disciples of the Wan Jian Sect felt their hearts bleeding as they watched.

That plaque was the symbol of their Sect!

And it had been shattered by a single sword strike?

Chen Yan didn't care about any of that.

After destroying the plaque, he didn't retreat.

He floated before the city gate on his sword, raised his long sword, and began carving into the stone walls on either side.

“Chen Yan of the Taiqing Sword Sect was here.”

“The Wan Jian cowards have no one who dares to fight me!”

He muttered to himself as he carved.

Stone chips flew wherever the sword tip passed.

Soon, two rows of large, crooked characters appeared on the city wall.

Though the handwriting was messy, it was perfectly legible.

Looking at his 'masterpiece,' Chen Yan felt like something was still missing.

“Oh~ I’ve got it!”

He chuckled, crouching down to block his Revered Master's line of sight.

Then.

Under the grief-stricken and indignant gazes of the Wan Jian Sect, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his 'weapon,' and gave the city gate a clear, liquid baptism!

Fang Zhentian felt his vision go dark, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood!

From this day forward, the Wan Jian Sect would be thoroughly nailed to the pillar of shame!

“Beast! You beast! You... you...”

His voice trembled, and his killing intent erupted.

The Wan Jian Sect had a Legacy spanning thousands of years; when had they ever suffered such humiliation?

“Leng Qingshuang! Does the Taiqing Sword Sect intend to start an irreconcilable feud with my Wan Jian Sect?!”

He roared at Leng Qingshuang in the sky.

Leng Qingshuang's brow furrowed slightly.

She could tell that Fang Zhentian was currently on the verge of madness.

And once someone like him went mad, there was no telling what they would do.

With a flicker of her body, she stood in front of Chen Yan.

Her cold gaze swept over Fang Zhentian as her Wind Spirit Intent Domain instantly expanded.

The shuanghua sword in her hand vibrated slightly, and a streak of Sword Intent soared into the sky.

“When your Wan Jian Sect was hunting down my Disciple, did you ever think this day would come?”

Chen Yan looked at his Revered Master's silhouette, grinned, and pulled out the 'taiqing heaven-patrol token' that represented his status.

He slammed the token against the Great Sect-Protecting Array, shoving it right in front of Fang Zhentian's eyes.

With a cold sneer, he said: “If you want to fight, then let us fight!”