Unrivaled Martial Emperor Chapter 461 -The Crowd Shaken

Chapter 461 – The Crowd Shaken

Bang!

The rogue cultivator, now in two pieces, crashed down like a meteor and smashed onto the Qin Clan mansion with a rumble. The impact caused chaos among the crowd.

Clatter!

The Qin Clan experts quickly stood up, emitting icy auras. Mournful noises immediately resounded in the sky above the Qin Clan mansion. Their gazes were as cold as blades and swords, staring daggers at Chen Fan and Chen Zhengqing, filled with killing intent.

The wedding was a grand occasion celebrated by the entire imperial city. To have troublemakers at such an event was not only an insult to the Qin Clan and the Nangong Clan but also a challenge to their authority.

Even someone at the fifth level would have been scared out of their wits under the stern, icy glares of the Qin Clan and the Nangong Clan’s experts

However, Chen Fan and Chen Zhengqing ignored them entirely, showing not the slightest hint of fear.

“What? We came all this way here to congratulate the new couple, and this is how the Qin Clan treats their guests? Not even a cup of toast!” Chen Zhengqing said coldly, holding Bloody Sky.

“How mighty, Qin Clan!” Chen Fan said indifferently, standing proudly in the air with both hands behind his back.

Swish, swish, swish!

Countless gazes fell on Chen Fan and Chen Zhengqing.

On the high platform, the expressions of Nangong Wan’er and the Moon Bloodline members changed drastically when they got a good look at Chen Fan’s face. “Wang Dongfan!”

A light flashed in Nangong Baxiong’s eyes.

“Xiaofan! Zhengqing!”

Chu Xuan’er also noticed Chen Fan, her eyes shimmering.

“Big Brother Dongfan!”

Chen Fan had silently left the Nangong Clan after asking Nangong Baxiong to inform Chu Xuan’er that he had something to attend to. She had felt a bit resentful, as he didn’t say goodbye to her.

Some of the youths recognized Chen Fan from the Martial Market Arena.

“That’s… Wang Dongfan!”

“Right, that’s Wang Dongfan! I remember him. Over a year ago, he won ten rounds in a row at the Martial Market Arena; he is a genius listed on the Martial Market Earth Leaderboard! I heard he attended the Nangong Clan’s Bloodlines Martial Meet afterward and helped the Moon Bloodline defeat the Sun Bloodline and the Star Bloodline, seizing two seats in the council of elders. This gave the Moon Bloodline a chance to revive.”

“Heavens, he disappeared over a year ago and has now shown up to disrupt Qin Jian’s wedding. Is he tired of living or something?”

“……”

Unlike those from the younger generation, Qin Wudi and the others’ gazes fell on Chen Zhengqing.

“Chen Zhengqing!”

Especially those who had participated in the hunt for Chen Zhengqing twenty years ago were shocked, their eyes nearly popping out.

“Chen Zhengqing, you’re still alive!”

Zhu Han, a middle-aged higher-up of the Zhu Clan, shot up to his feet.

Twenty years ago, he and Chen Zhengqing had called each other brothers; ultimately, he betrayed Chen Zhengqing and became one of the main forces hunting him. He was a third-level Yuanfu realm expert then, but he was now in the Core Formation realm, one of the few in the Zhu Clan.

Chen Zhengqing looked at Zhu Han, a faint, icy smile on his face.

“Long time no see, Zhu Han. I didn’t expect you to still remember me!”

Zhu Han said coldly, “After you ran away twenty years ago, I thought you died in a ditch somewhere. But look at you… First level of the Core Formation realm. It truly is a miracle!”

“It is indeed a miracle. That’s why I’m here today to settle the score!” Chen Zhengqing said evenly.

“With just you?” Lu Yang, an expert at the third level, stood up, his tone cold and his gaze sharp as a blade. He was the patriarch of the imperial city’s Lu Clan.

Although Chen Zhengqing had just cut down a rogue cultivator, rendering him half-dead, Lu Yang showed no fear at all. Being at the third level, he believed he could easily crush Chen Zhengqing.

“Whatever. You only managed to escape by a stroke of luck with that sinful bastard at your side under Nangong Yue’s cover back then. So be it if you got lucky and survived. You should have hidden like rats and lived out your days in silence, but now you dare to reveal yourselves today. Fine, I’ll personally capture you and hand you over to Brother Qin for punishment!”

Lu Yang leaped from the ground like a soaring roc with great momentum. A terrifying pressure erupted from him, shaking heaven and earth.

On the high platform, Nangong Baxiong’s eyes trembled when he saw Lu Yang making a move, wanting to stop him. However, a voice whispered in his ear, making him stop and look at Chen Fan.

“Hmph, I let you slip away before, but since you’ve come to us willingly now, don’t expect to leave. Prepare to meet your end!”

Lu Yang’s cultivation erupted. A vast mass of true primeval rushed out from his skull and wrapped around his arms. With a violent thrust of his right arm, he unleashed his attack, resembling a dragon’s claw.

“Coiling Dragon Hand!”

A savage golden coiling dragon rushed out from Lu Yang’s arm. It pounced over, carrying an intense outpour of qi as it clawed down violently.

Lu Yang showed not even the slightest hint of mercy, unleashing his strongest martial art.

The crowd waited to see how Lu Yang would catch Chen Fan and Chen Zhengqing together; suddenly, Chen Fan made a move.

He stepped forward and grabbed at the empty air. A light flashed, and a dark, ancient, plain-looking iron spear appeared in his hand.

“You’re looking to die!” Chen Fan spat out icily. With minimal movement, he thrust the spear toward Lu Yang.

Poof!

The attack instantly destroyed the majestic coiling dragon.

“What?” Lu Yang was astonished, as he hadn’t expected Chen Fan’s casual stab to make quick work of his Coiling Dragon Hand. His jaw dropped, and his soul trembled. An aura of death completely enveloped him.

The iron spear kept growing larger in his eyes. Lu Yang wanted to release his qi to block and retreat, but his mind was completely shaken. He couldn’t react to the attack in time, and the spear skewered him.

“I had considered sparing your minions, but must you insist on seeking death? Since that is the case, I’ll grant your wish reluctantly and send you to hell.”

That was the last sentence Lu Yang ever heard before his consciousness fell into infinite darkness.

He erupted into a rain of blood, obliterated by the force of Chen Fan’s strike, leaving nothing but lifeless fleshy chunks.

A single spear instantly killed the third-level Core Formation realm expert Lu Yang, patriarch of the Lu Clan.

Silence descended upon the entire Qin Clan mansion.