The sky was dark.
The wind was cold and clear.
A black umbrella covered his entire visage, leaving only a tall figure striking the eyes, yet everyone knew who this visitor was.
"Chen Yang?!"
"This... this guy actually dares to come?"
The silence lasting less than two breaths was soon shattered by an uproar akin to a tidal wave, with everyone raising their heads in excitement and disbelief.
When eyes fell on the empty path behind Chen Yang, cries of astonishment were inevitable; many felt chills down their spines.
He came alone.
Holding a longsword, walking amidst the rain.
This... who would believe it?
"I'm here to kill; anyone wishing to stop me or counterattack, feel free to step forth!"
Feel free to step forth!
His calm words slowly spread across the universe, amidst the wind and rain.
The voice wasn't loud.
Yet, each word was clear, striking everyone's ears.
Chen Yang slightly raised his head, a habitual serene smile on his face, his slow steps splashing water, causing sprays to explode.
Last night was dark.
Today upon seeing him, his presence was surprisingly overwhelming yet indifferent like the wind.
An emperor under the canopy?
Or was he born a king?
It felt like, wherever Chen Yang appeared, who dared to shine alongside him?
Even so, countless onlookers hoped to witness him appear today, right here.
Whether he was extraordinary, embodied by the War God, or just a fleeting firework, today ought to be conclusive?
"This guy doesn't even bring a helper; is he being serious?"
"Facing Biluo Sword Valley, what's the use of a few helpers?"
A group of people commented wantonly, but to speak truthfully, many were still somewhat disappointed.
Whether he made it out alive from the Northern Mountain or Gu Zhong's death, these incredible events were almost all intricately linked to this young man.
Logically, he shouldn't have appeared on his own.
This was undoubtedly sending a dove against the stones.
Or was there a master secretly orchestrating?
Amidst the rushing wind and rain, Chen Yang appeared as a lone traveller, falling into the eyes of many with a bit of unyielding determination and sadness, as if willingly marching to death.
Nevertheless, no one dared to belittle him.
His gaze was steady, his expression calm.
Even facing the entire Biluo Sword Valley, his demeanor remained composed, only that faint smile on his face sent chills down everyone's spine.
Rustle!
The cold wind sighed, the longsword quivered lightly.
"Presumptuous, do you even know where you are, how dare you act recklessly here?"
An Elder, greeting guests from the periphery, relying on his position within Biluo Sword Valley, stood out and chastised after a brief focus.
"Our Biluo Sword Valley didn't seek you out. Not being grateful is one thing, but how dare you talk of killing, what do you take our Biluo Sword Valley for?"
After finishing these two sentences, several Elders rushed over.
Seeing this, the Elder became increasingly emboldened, "Since you came, why not kneel quickly and await punishment from our Biluo Sword Valley?"
Boom!
At this point.
A beam of ghastly white light suddenly appeared, before anyone could react, the self-important Elder was slain on the spot.
The crowd was aghast, even the other Elders who arrived showed drastic changes in expression.
This… who could have expected?
In plain sight, to act so openly?
Suddenly, the atmosphere on the scene became charged with tension.
The remaining Elders were stuck in place, unable to neither advance nor retreat, completely caught in a dilemma.
As more arrived, another faint sword hum reverberated throughout the venue.
Suddenly, an invisible pressure enveloped the field.
Chen Yang lightly pressed the Ancestral Sword with his thumb, making it clang melodiously.
This… was one person intimidating dozens of core members of Biluo Sword Valley, leaving them utterly petrified.
"Kill."
As more gathered, under the gaze of countless eyes, the young man finally held the sword horizontally before him, gripping the hilt with his right hand, gently drawing it.
The sword roared to life.
Resonating throughout the universe.
Chen Yang, in fury, left bones afloat.
The Ancestral Sword fully drawn, killing gods before him, warding off all in opposition.
Whether the masters of Biluo Sword Valley or the thousands of spectators, in this rushing storm, witnessed first-hand what a true young talent meant.
What did it mean to be a master of the Martial World.
They also understood, Chen Yang's ability to stir the entire southern region wasn't because of luck or the inadequacy of his opponents.
The Ancestral Sword fully unleashed, could split mountains and rivers, could sever the heavens.
The emergence of the sword light.
In an instant, the sky before him was disturbed, suppressed, its color changed.
Countless raindrops churned mid-air, exploding into billowing white mist, the dazzling sword light spears directly, tearing a visceral rift in the void, carrying the sharp sword light, piercing into the midst of Biluo Sword Valley's crowd.
Weapons shattered, blood stained the sky.
A strand of Sword Qi struck the mountain gate of Biluo Sword Valley, leaving a grim sword scar.
"This..."
"Is this guy possessed by the killing God?"
Biluo Sword Valley was thoroughly shaken by Chen Yang's first visit, especially after his rain-soaked rampage, the mountain gate entered a bloody grave.
At the same moment.
An order from within the Sword Valley quickly transmitted on site, one Elder having listened intently, twisted his mouth with a sinister and bloodthirsty expression.
It roughly meant, there was no need to resist, let him in.
"The Valley Master commands you to enter the valley."
Upon saying this, the Elder left the center of the road, others closely following, turning to the side.
"No need to invite, I will kill my way in."
Chen Yang slightly closed his eyes, as he reopened them, a terrifying cry echoed across the large venue, as if waves crashing into the shore, roaring forth.
Those Elders felt the situation grim, turned to leave.
Boom!
In an instant, a fierce howl rose in the void.
One man attacking the mountain gate.
Since the existence of Biluo Sword Valley, through dozens of battles, it never faced a single man assaulting the gate.
The frosty sheen resembled a star river cascading from the sky, spanning the airs, in the blink of an eye, at least a dozen people were slashed down onto the ground.
Under the immense impact, the path paved by bluestone burst into frightening cracks.
Like a spider web, spread across each corner.
Thousands of eyes raised, horrified and trembling, gazing at Chen Yang who wielded the Ancestral Sword, possessing an unparalleled aura like a War God reigning over all.
"Cough, cough."
One Elder, struggling to climb up, clutching his nearly pierced chest, stumbled, his face ashen.
Unexpectedly, Chen Yang reached out a hand, flipping in the void.
A palm descended.
"I, Chen, am here to kill. Do I need you to invite me?"
Chen Yang held the sword slantingly, the Three-Foot Green Peak Sword scraping along the bluestone path as if plowing through.
Sparks flew intermittently.
"..."