The sound of the wind halted.
The entire Northern Mountain fell into an eerie silence.
Only pairs of eyes, gradually bloodshot and red, fixated on Chen Yang.
It was like a pack of hungry wolves fighting over food suddenly spotting a fresh prey.
Even though this prey held a stick and was quite strong, charging alone meant certain death, but hunger persists, and the pack is large.
As the saying goes, a barrage of fists can kill a master.
No matter how strong he is, can he really fight against thousands here?
Besides, luck should favor oneself; even if some people die, surely it won't be oneself, right?
The scraps of the map still have a great chance of ending in one's hands.
Huff huff.
Heavy breaths were the only sounds remaining on the scene.
"This..."
Even someone as formidable as Yang Hu couldn't help but feel uneasy and afraid when faced with thousands of bloodshot eyes.
This... This is terrifying.
Gulp.
This iron-blooded man swallowed deeply, turned to look at Chen Yang, "Boss, this..."
At the same time, someone moved, rushing towards them.
Tug at one thread and the whole tapestry moves.
Within moments, half the people moved, spreading like a plague, frantically expanding towards everyone.
Thousands of people charged madly towards the same target.
At that moment.
It was like a scene from a zombie movie where a group of zombies suddenly discovered a living human and rushed madly towards them.
Yellow sand billowed, covering the sky.
The entire mountain seemed to shake along, creating a magnificent scene.
"This..."
Chen Yang's eyelid twitched, never imagining even in his dreams that after Chen Changsheng grabbed the map scraps, he didn't keep them but threw them to him?
What is this old fellow implying?
Diverting disaster eastward?
His face visibly darkened at an alarming rate, and his forehead filled with black lines.
Then, he made a move that surprised everyone.
"To hell with your map scraps."
Without a word, Chen Yang picked up the map scraps and tossed them forward forcefully.
This damned thing is bad luck, whoever has it is doomed.
"Kid, at least you're sensible."
"The map scraps are mine now!"
Instantly, a frenzied roar tore through the air, and everyone chased after the scraps.
However, as the scraps were about to land, a fierce gust suddenly struck Chen Yang, lifting him uncontrollably off the ground, charging towards the scraps at lightning speed.
Plop.
The scraps landed accurately on Chen Yang.
Chen Yang: "..."
Everyone: "..."
"Kid, today you're taking the scraps, whether you want to or not! If you dare throw them again, I'll stomp you to death!"
"If you don't believe me, go ahead and try throwing them again!"
As Chen Yang froze in disbelief, a threatening voice whispered in his ear.
Who else could it be but Chen Changsheng?
Moreover, from the expressions of those around him, it seemed only he could hear this.
Chen Yang's lips twitched, even the muscles on his face shook.
Is he forcing me to become a public enemy?
Normally restrained in speech, Chen Yang had now cursed Chen Changsheng's ancestors eighteen generations back.
"You, are you messing with us?"
"Kid, daring to amuse us, I think you want to die!"
The ones who had rushed forward, almost claiming the scraps, eyes turned redder, stared hatefully at Chen Yang.
You were the one who threw the scraps out.
Now, you reclaimed them?
Isn't that teasing, mocking us?
Such behavior is like offering a group a two hundred yuan red envelope and then taking it back yourself—utterly despised.
"That damned bastard, get him!"
"Kill him!"
Boom!!
Various attacks blossomed under the vast sky, all targeting Chen Yang.
I...
Chen Yang turned to flee, contemplating throwing the scraps away multiple times.
"Throw it, throw another one for me to see? I'll beat you so badly, even your mother won't recognize you!"
Chen Changsheng's voice again whispered in Chen Yang's ear.
"Old bastard, what do you mean?" Chen Yang fumed, roaring.
"Just find it amusing, so what, are you dissatisfied?"
Chen Changsheng chuckled, "Unfortunately, you're outmatched, no choice but to accept it."
Chen Yang: "..."
"Don't expect anyone to save you, lest you die of disappointment, haha..."
"Damned you!!" Chen Yang cursed angrily.
"Heh."
Chen Changsheng sneered, "Enraged now? If you have the ability, come find me and kill me, or eliminate everyone here."
"Good luck."
Chen Yang: "..."
Being toyed with like a monkey by an old man for fun?
Hehe...
Chen Yang was furious, yet extremely helpless and powerless.
Never in his life had he felt such powerlessness.
Indeed, lack of strength, otherwise, how could he let this old bastard go wild, amusing himself?
"Let's go."
Chen Yang leapt up, landing on horseback, holding the reins with one hand, patting the horse's back with the other, advising Gu Zhiqing, "Hold on tight."
Hiss!
The hooves raised in fierce shriek, galloping forward.
Yang Hu closely following.
A dozen or so coming from behind, raising spears, charging straight ahead.
The distance continuously closed.
Ten meters ahead, Chen Yang drew his sword.
At that instant, a beam of pale light flared above the void, these people about to raise their spears for impact, even forming a Macedonian phalanx, seemingly aiming to slay Chen Yang's steed.
Boom!
The Ancestral Sword severed the void, spears snapped instantly, the pale sword ray pierced through their bodies, leaving a deep sword mark on the ground, scattering dust skywards.
Simultaneously, the warhorse brushed by.
Plop.
All those dozen or so split at the chest, divided in two.
"This..."
Not far away, Mu Ling'er gasped, covering her mouth, spinning her head rigidly, just in time seeing the horse shatter slabs of yellow sand.
The next moment, the Ancestral Sword returned to its sheath.
The sword sang melodiously.
Chen Yang tapped the horse's rear with the sword hilt, gradually distancing himself, soon vanishing into the depths of the forest.
"Hehe..."
Watching this scene unfold, Gu Xing couldn't help but laugh, turning to Mu Gang, "Now, can your Mu Gang protect him?"
Mu Gang remained silent.
"No need, you know?" Gu Xing patted Mu Gang's shoulder, "Let me tell you, Princess Ling'er getting close with a man has already aroused discontent from the Ning Family, and they've sent people, right in Shisu Town."
"You should know Ning Family's style better than I do, Mu Gang."
"Good luck."
After speaking, Gu Xing instructed a nearby steward, "Inform Sword Valley that the map scraps have fallen into Chen Yang's hands, send more experts to support."
"..."