After all, Ancheng is different from other places, with the presence of Martial Cultivators and formidable combat power. Yang Chen was not worried about the people of the Asura Hall but concerned about the New Guard he brought along. Although these guys were said to be an elite team, in Yang Chen's view, they were merely rookies who had never been on a battlefield.
These soldiers were borrowed from Ye Liangcai, and he had promised to return as many as he borrowed. If even one or two were lost, he would have no way to explain to Ye Liangcai. If the Xiang family dared to make a move, he would not hesitate to wipe them out.
Today, Yang Chen came with two objectives: one, to eliminate the Xiang family, and two, to bring the Xiang family under control. As for how to achieve that, it was Meng Po's task.
Yang Chen looked at Xiang Xingyu and said coldly, "Let's go!"
Xiang Xingyu hesitated, struggling internally for a long time before finally sighing helplessly and leading the way, his head bowed.
The other members of the Xiang family looked on in terror but dared not utter a word.
The terrifying strength of Yang Chen had left them deeply shaken, extinguishing any thoughts of resistance.
Xiang Xingyu led the way to a hidden underground staircase, arriving at a corridor resembling a burial path, with sconces on stone walls, and lamps burning an unknown oil emitting a faint glow.
Walking for a while, Yang Chen heard some noise.
Up ahead were stone chambers, each occupied by members of the Xiang family, including old people, women, and children. The chambers were fully furnished, with children playing inside, and adults seeming to be waiting for something.
Yang Chen could tell they had been here for some time.
Continuing forward, it was all stone chambers filled with Xiang family members.
Yang Chen was secretly shocked, not knowing what the Xiang family was up to.
Continuing inward, there was a hall filled with people. The hall's structure resembled an altar, with many elders sitting cross-legged on it. At the center of the altar, there was the heart-protecting armor, surrounded by other strange items.
Seeing Yang Chen and Xiang Xingyu entering, an elder immediately asked, "Xiaoyu, who is this person? How could you casually bring an outsider to the family's forbidden area!"
Xiang Xingyu hesitated on his face, unsure how to answer.
Yang Chen stepped forward and said lightly, "I'm here to take the heart-protecting armor."
"What!"
"Who are you?"
"The heart-protecting armor is an ancestral item of the Xiang family, how can we allow you to take it!"
"Don't even think about it!"
"Xiang Xingyu, what are you doing!"
...
The elders on the stage were all furious.
Each exuded an aura that made hearts tremble.
Yang Chen was secretly surprised, not expecting the Xiang family to have such depth.
The aura these people emitted was no less than that of Xiang Jixian.
Yang Chen thought for a moment and said, "Maybe I can do without the heart-protecting armor, but you must lift the curse on the Zhang family, otherwise, I don't mind taking the item now!"
Immediately, an elder stood up, his aura continuously rising, his clothes fluttering without wind, his long hair flowing, anger flickering in his eyes.
"If you want to take the heart-protecting armor, you must pass me first!" the elder said angrily.
Yang Chen frowned, saying coldly, "You refuse a toast only to drink a penalty?"
Yang Chen now understood that the so-called pinnacle of the Martial Arts Realm was just that, and naturally wouldn't be polite.
The Xiang family nearly caused the deaths of Zhang Shaoting and Zhang Qicheng, and even indirectly put Night Fire in a coma. Yang Chen had no reason to be courteous to the Xiang family.
"Little brat, do you know who you are speaking to?" the elder said angrily.
Yang Chen sneered without speaking.
The elder stepped down from the altar, his voice cold, his aura rising with each step, nearly freezing the surrounding air.
Xiang Xingyu couldn't withstand the pressure, retreating repeatedly, his face pale.
Yang Chen remained unaffected, sneering at the elder.
"I stepped into the Martial Arts Realm at thirty, entered the Grandmaster Realm at fifty-two, and have been honing my skills in the Grandmaster Realm for twenty years, almost touching the threshold of the Divine Realm. And you, little brat, dare to speak to me like that?" the elder said angrily.
Yang Chen couldn't help but shake his head.
Though a Grandmaster is strong, in Yang Chen's view, it was still just that.
They were like frogs at the bottom of a well, thinking they stood at the pinnacle, not knowing it's just a stone at the bottom, unable to see how vast the sky is outside.
"Boy! I want you to kneel and apologize to my Xiang family and to our ancestors. Our ancestor, King Xiang of ancient times, dominated regions and was known for centuries. This heart-protecting armor is his relic, how dare you defile it! Kneel!" the elder reprimanded.
Yang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.
This was the first time someone had dared to speak to him like this.
Kneel?
In his life, Yang Chen has only knelt to heaven, earth, and his parents, never to anyone else.
Seeing Yang Chen coldly staring at him, the elder's anger grew, shouting, "If you don't kneel, I'll break your legs so you'll never stand again!"
With that said, the elder's figure flashed, swift as lightning, appearing directly at Yang Chen's side, lifting his leg like a chopping knife, aiming fiercely at Yang Chen's knees.
If struck, the entire leg would certainly be shattered, such force was even more formidable than a chopping knife!
However, Yang Chen remained motionless, allowing the elder to kick him.
Bang!
"Humph!"
A muffled grunt was heard.
Yang Chen remained nearly motionless.
The elder staggered back, his face pale, looking at Yang Chen in terror.
With a kick that could have snapped a pillar encircled by three men like those in this great hall, the elder felt like he kicked an iron pillar, a severe pain nearly breaking his leg.
"This is impossible!" The elder's face showed fear as he looked at Yang Chen in disbelief.
Xiang Xingyu shivered in fear, stammering, "Just now... outside... he, he defeated Elder Xiang Jixian in one move!"
"What!" The elder's face was filled with terror.
That was a Grandmaster, how could he be defeated in one move?
The elder was filled with disbelief.
Yang Chen looked at the elder indifferently, as if nothing had happened.
Xiang Xingyu was torn, clenching his fists tightly, whispered, "Shouldn't we... first lift the curse on the Zhang family?"
"Shut up!" Another elder with long hair stood up, looking at Yang Chen coldly, "Do you really think the Xiang family is unguarded? You may be formidable, but this is the Xiang family! Even if you are a Grandmaster, you must stay here!"
Immediately, the long-haired elder leaped down, shouting to the other elder, "Old Third, join me!"
"Yes!" A fierce light flashed in the elder's eyes, he immediately got up and rushed towards Yang Chen.
"Die!" the two shouted.
Reaching out with clawed hands, the powerful Qi Force surged three feet, slicing through the air like blades, aiming to tear Yang Chen apart!
Yang Chen took a deep breath, looking at the two calmly, and said lightly, "Let me show you real power!"
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