Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 1172: Internal Strife of the Changyang Clan (Two)

The great elders of the Yuan and Qing branches backed away in unison. They expressed their response and did not take part in the fight. At the same time, they used communication techniques to stop the clansmen hurrying over.

“Qing Yun, you’re an elder. Isn’t it going a little too far by threatening a junior like this,? Changyang Zu Xiao questioned in a heavy voice. He and Changyang Zu Yunxiao remained where they were and had not moved away.

“You’re all senior members of the clan, so you know the rules. He was looking for it himself.” Changyang Qing Yun’s face sank and his tone became icy as well. He had been at the Great Perfection of Saint King for many years now. Although he was only an inch away from Saint Emperor, he had not made any contact with the other realm of cultivation. He knew that it would be impossible for him to become a Saint Emperor in this life, so he needed to obtain the Saints’ Fruit.

“Of course we remember the rules of the clan well, but he’s different than the other clansmen. He never grew up in the protector clan, and he’s only joined recently from a side branch outside. His status now is a great elder as well, so you can’t treat him like any old clansmen. With his outstanding talent, I believe we can make some exceptions,” Changyang Zu Xiao.

Changyang Zu Yunxiao walked over as well. He stood in front of Jian Chen and blocked Changyang Qing Yun. He said, “Most importantly, Xiangtian only obtained this Saints’ Fruit with the assistance of his three powerful friends. We, the Changyang clan, did not contribute much at all on the other hand, so I believe we have no right to take it away from him.”

“No. The rulers of the clan have never been broken in countless years. It doesn’t matter how shocking Xiangtian’s talent is, he’s still a member of the Changyang clan. He needs to follow the rules.” Changyang Qing Yun did not give in at all as he spoke in a firm voice. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ (F)ir????

Jian Chen also became angered with that. He deeply said, “If that’s the case, I’ll leave the clan from now on. In the future, the protector Changyang clan has nothing to do with me.”

Changyang Qing Yun suddenly glared at Jian Chen. He heavily said, “The Changyang clan is one of the ten protector clans of the continent. You can’t just leave because you say you’re leaving. Just with that, you’ve already broken the rules of the clan. I will capture you now and take you to the ancestral hall where the disciplinary elders will sentence you.” With a flash, Changyang Qing Yun made his way around Changyang Zu Yunxiao. Energy surged from his right hand, materializing into a web-like net that shot toward Jian Chen.

A sliver of anger also flashed through Changyang Zu Yunxiao’s eyes. At that crucial moment, he threw a punch at Changyang Qing Yun. Saint Force surged within the fist, causing cracks to appear in the space that was much tougher than the outside world.

Changyang Qing Yun remained calm and composed. He gently struck out with his left hand and easily nullified the powerful Saint Force in Changyang Zu Yunxiao’s hand. The net continued to toward Jian Chen.

Jian Chen’s presence became extremely powerful and battle intent surged from him. His glare became as sharp as a sword. He did not show any fear against a Saint King at Great Perfection, quickly stabbing at Changyang Qing Yun as a layer of Chaotic Force revolved around the Emperor Armament.

“Such overconfidence,” Changyang Qing Yun’s lips curled in disdain. The net of energy split into two. A portion wrapped around the Emperor Armament while the other continued along the same trajectory toward Jian Chen.

Jian Chen’s Emperor Armament seemed like it had been tightly wrapped up now. Even the luster of the Chaotic Force was suppressed.

Jian Chen did not become flustered. With a violent tremble of his hand, the Emperor Armament shook. Streaks of dark light broke free from Changyang Qing Yun’s suppression and became brighter and brighter. The Chaotic Force on the Emperor Armament was rapidly breaking free from Changyang Qing Yun’s restraints.

At this moment, the other portion of the net had arrived over Jian Chen’s head. Just as he was about to become entangled, a streak of golden light shot out from the center of his eyebrows. It became a three-meter-tall golden tower, which hovered above his head and glimmered with the color of gold. The tip of the tower held back the net.

The tower was tightly trapped by the net, but the Emperor Armament had finally broken free during this period of time. It glowed with a dark light as an aura of destruction radiated from it far and wide. It alerted many experts who were in seclusion, causing them to open their eyes and emerge.

Swish!

The sword cut through the air, and with its powerful and devastating might, it actually created a thin black crack in the reinforced space. It stabbed toward Changyang Qing Yun with almost unstoppable force.

The speed of the sword was so great that it became invisible to the naked eye. All that could be seen was a flicker of darkness. The sword had arrived at Changyang Qing Yun’s forehead with unbelievable speed.

The forehead was the fatal weakness of any expert. It was where their meridian of life was located, so it was the place where their soul resided. Even Saint Kings at Great Perfection could suffer life-threatening injuries from the soul, and they could even die from it.

Jian Chen’s strike was aimed at Changyang Qing Yun’s forehead. He had attacked to kill without showing any mercy at all.

Changyang Qing Yun’s face darkened. Chilling killing intent appeared in his eyes, and when the Emperor Armament was only three inches away from his forehead, the space around Jian Chen suddenly froze. He was locked in place in his posture of stabbing out with the sword. Even the Emperor Armament had come to a halt, forcefully stopped three inches away.

However, this only lasted for a second. The frozen space was shattered by Jian Chen’s Chaotic Force, but as soon as he regained his mobility, Changyang Qing Yun had already arrived by his side. He bellowed out, “You have committed an unforgivable crime, punishable by death, for trying to kill a great elder. As the highest-ranking elder, I, Changyang Qing Yun, shall be representing the Changyang clan to punish you!” Changyang Qing Yun immediately sent a palm strike in Jian Chen’s way. Energy surged from his palm and his attack seemed to have engulfed an entire region, causing the space around Jian Chen to become.

Jian Chen was grim. His eyes were cold and with a thought, the saint artifact immediately shrunk to the size of a fist and slipped out of the net. It flew over as a golden streak of light and stood in front of Jian Chen like a shield.

A rumble immediately erupted when Changyang Qing Yun’s attack landed on the saint artifact. The power hidden within was far beyond imagination; he blew the saint artifact away with the attack, and the golden tower smashed into Jian Chen, even forcing him to rapidly retreat. Powerful ripples of energy surged in all directions, reducing the garden to nothing. Almost all the exotic flowers and herbs had been reduced to dust.

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