Chapter 220 Grass, Trees, Bamboo, and Stone Can All Be Swords!
"What an arrogant brat." The old man in the grey robe sneered upon hearing this.
"I'm not arrogant, I'm confident!"
"I'd like to see how much strength you possess!"
The old man in the grey robe grunted, and with a terrifying momentum, he charged towards Chen Xuan.
Energy surged!
The aura of a Grandmaster-in-progress erupted, causing the surrounding stones to tremble slightly!
The old man in the grey robe stopped three feet in front of Chen Xuan and unleashed a palm strike. A piercing sound suddenly filled the air.
Chen Xuan raised his hand and pointed!
Bang!
The old man in the grey robe was sent flying backward, crashing into a large tree that required three people to encircle, and the tree was snapped in half.
Clutching his chest, he coughed up a mouthful of blood!
"How is this possible?"
Tang Zhenghao's expression froze!
The last time at the banquet, Tie Lin had fled with him in a frenzy. He had initially thought Tie Lin had surrendered due to the Su family's power. He had even reported Tie Lin upon returning, but now, even Elder Fu was unable to do anything to him.
However, he wasn't worried, as Elder Fu still had a trump card!
The old man in the grey robe looked at Chen Xuan, his eyes flashing with a strange light.
Frankly speaking, Chen Xuan's strength far exceeded his expectations.
He said indifferently, "I, Fu Tianyao, value talent. It's a pity to kill you at such a young age. If you submit to me and help our Zhongyuan Tang family obtain the ancient jade, I will spare your life!"
Chen Xuan snorted, "No need. None of you Tang family members will escape!"
The moment they stepped into the Su family villa and laid hands on Su Yunxi, they had touched Chen Xuan's inverse scale!
"Such an arrogant brat. Do you really think I used my full strength just now? I only used fifty percent of my power, and I still have a trump card!" The old man in the grey robe was telling the truth; it was merely a probing move.
However, Chen Xuan's strength was beyond his expectations, and he prepared to use his trump card for a killing blow.
Chen Xuan smiled faintly.
Hadn't he also been probing?
The old man in the grey robe reached out and a sharp, gleaming long saber appeared in his hand.
This saber was three feet six inches long, snow-white throughout, and filled with murderous intent at every inch!
Even from a distance, one could feel the awe-inspiring aura emanating from the saber.
The moment he grasped the saber, his entire demeanor changed.
His gaze was like lightning, looking down upon the world!
"You're finished! This is our Elder Fu's Mad Saber! Elder Fu will surely cleave you into eight pieces!"
Upon seeing this, Tang Zhenghao was first stunned, then burst into wild laughter, as if he could already see Chen Xuan's head severed from his body.
"Submit or perish?"
The old man in the grey robe raised his saber, pointing it at Chen Xuan, his expression cold, like Yama himself, the lord of life and death.
Chen Xuan remained unfazed. He picked up a branch from the ground, trimmed off the withered leaves and forks, leaving a three-foot-long withered branch, and pointed it at the old man in the grey robe from afar, "I choose you to die!"
Tang Zhenghao laughed until his stomach hurt, "Hahaha, Chen Xuan, you're using a twig to fight Elder Fu's Mad Saber? Are you here to be funny? If you, a pauper, can't afford a magic artifact, I can lend you one."
"You court death!"
With that, the old man in the grey robe stepped forward, appearing beside Chen Xuan in the blink of an eye. He gripped the saber with both hands and swung it down!
A torrent of energy erupted, instantly transforming into a colossal energy saber, and moments later, it merged with the Mad Saber, cleaving down.
Under the formidable momentum, the courtyard floor began to crack at a visible speed.
Chen Xuan's movement was simple: raise his hand and stab!
With a deafening bang!
Dust and shattered stones flew everywhere.
Moments later, as the dust settled, the old man in the grey robe was standing in the open space. He slowly turned his head and saw Chen Xuan, unharmed, dusting himself off, causing his pupils to contract.
Huh?
Just then, a sudden shattering sound was heard. He abruptly turned his head and saw that the Mad Saber in his hand had broken into pieces, falling to his feet.
Terror instantly spread across his aged face!
"This..." Tang Zhenghao was also stunned.
The old man in the grey robe stared at the withered branch in Chen Xuan's hand, his face pale with shock, shouting frantically, "Grass, trees, bamboo, and stone can all be swords! You are an Inner Strength Grandmaster! You are an Inner Strength Grandmaster! How can there be such a young Inner Strength Grandmaster?"
Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes and stared at the old man in the grey robe, saying coldly, "Will you commit suicide, or shall I do it myself?"
The old man in the grey robe calmed down and immediately knelt before Chen Xuan, pleading, "Grandmaster, as long as you are willing to spare me, I can be your servant!"
He believed that a Grandmaster-in-progress serving an Inner Strength Grandmaster was enough sincerity.
However, Chen Xuan said coldly, "What is a mere Grandmaster-in-progress?"
"You!" The old man in the grey robe was filled with shame and indignation!
He was a Grandmaster-in-progress, respected wherever he went. In the Zhongyuan Tang family, he was an honored guest, and even the head of the Tang family treated him with respect. Even if this young man was an Inner Strength Grandmaster, serving him was already bowing his head in humility, yet this young man was being relentless.
However, he dared not resist. The difference between Grandmaster-in-progress and Grandmaster was just two words, but their strength differed tenfold.
Chen Xuan's face turned cold, and he suddenly raised the withered branch and pointed it into the void. A bloody hole instantly appeared on the old man's forehead.
The old man in the grey robe's mouth gaped open. Before he could react, his breath ceased, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Tang Zhenghao stared at the corpse of the old man in the grey robe, his face ashen!
He dared to kill Elder Fu, an honored guest of the Tang family?
"It's your turn!"
Chen Xuan coldly looked at Tang Zhenghao, "I spared your life last time because it was Old Master Su's birthday, and I didn't want bloodshed. You didn't cherish it, and now you dare to lay hands on Yunxi. This is your own doing. Do you have any complaints?"
Tang Zhenghao finally reacted. He could no longer care about his pride and knelt on the ground, desperately begging for mercy, "Chen Xuan, you can't kill me! If you kill me, our Zhongyuan Tang family will not let you go! If you let me go, I can intercede for you, and perhaps the Zhongyuan Tang family will spare you."
Chen Xuan chuckled, "I killed your Tang family's Grandmaster-in-progress, do you think your Tang family will let this go?"
Tang Zhenghao swallowed hard, speechless.
If he had known Chen Xuan's strength, he would never have dared to offend Chen Xuan repeatedly, nor would he have dared to have designs on Su Yunxi. But it was all too late.
However, with his strong will to survive, he still said desperately, "You are so strong. Don't worry, as long as you join the Tang family, our Tang family will definitely let you go."
Chen Xuan shook his head inwardly and struck Tang Zhenghao on the crown of his head with a slap. Tang Zhenghao died instantly.
At this moment, several jeeps with provincial license plates suddenly rushed into the villa, followed by the screech of brakes!
Wei Changgeng, followed by Wei Linlin, jumped out of the car and rushed over.
Dozens of soldiers from the Yanhuang Iron Brigade, armed and ready, followed closely behind!
Wei Changgeng said with concern, "Are you alright?"
Chen Xuan looked up and saw Wei Changgeng, frowning, "Uncle Wei, why are you here?"
"Some of the security personnel here are from the Yanhuang Iron Brigade. Someone sent an alarm to headquarters, but we couldn't get in touch. I felt something had happened, so I brought my men over," Wei Changgeng explained.
Chen Xuan was not surprised. Given Su Gan's relationship with Wei Changgeng, it was normal for him to borrow people from the Yanhuang Iron Brigade to protect the Su family.
This was likely one of Su Gan's backup plans, but unfortunately, Su Gan had underestimated the Tang family's strength.
"Is it the Tang family?" Wei Changgeng's heart stirred.
"Mm."
"Did you drive the Tang family away?" Wei Changgeng frowned.
Chen Xuan remained silent.
Wei Changgeng assumed Chen Xuan had driven the Tang family away and nodded inwardly, "That's good. However, they might come back, so I need to dispatch more men."
"It should be fine for now," Chen Xuan said.
Wei Changgeng frowned. The Tang family was not one to give up easily.
"Dad, look, isn't that the guy who gave Uncle Su that big clock at the banquet that day?"
Suddenly, Wei Linlin covered her small face, looking through her fingers at a bleeding corpse on the ground.