Chapter 257

Volume 1, Chapter 257: The Expert Behind the Zhao Family is Long Chen?

In the main hall of the City Lord’s Mansion in Qingyun City.

Zhao Fan actually knocked out Chang Wei, the head of the Chang Family, with a single punch, despite Chang Wei being a naturally strong warrior.

This instantly shocked the entire audience.

Everyone gaped at this scene.

Chang Wei was the head of the Chang Family, not only inherently strong but also a Transformation Dragon Realm warrior, one of the three strongest in Qingyun City.

How could Zhao Fan possibly take him down with one punch?

If it weren’t for seeing it with their own eyes, who would dare to believe it?

Zhao Rufen was ecstatic.

Zhao Ziyu was thrilled.

But Zhao Ming was completely stunned.

“Impossible, impossible… How could this be? His talent is inferior to mine, his physique too—how can he be this strong?”

Zhao Ming was acting a bit crazy, struggling to accept the truth.

“His physique is not inferior to yours? His talent isn’t either?”

Xiao Yang looked at Zhao Ming as if he were an idiot; this guy was just a Foundation Establishment warrior with an average physique, claiming Zhao Fan’s physique was worse than his?

Zhao Fan had the Five Elements Dominant Body, the most tyrannical and powerful physique in the entire cultivation world.

This guy actually said Zhao Fan’s physique wasn’t as good as his?

“Isn’t it? He’s just a fool, he can’t even remember a simple Zhao Family sword technique.” Zhao Ming shouted angrily, which explained his craziness after hearing Zhao Rufen wanted to train Zhao Fan as the heir.

In his eyes, he was far superior to Zhao Fan; how could Zhao Rufen possibly intend to pass the position of City Lord to Zhao Fan?

“Haha…”

Xiao Yang burst out laughing.

“Zhao Ming, you ungrateful wretch, if it weren’t for my father taking pity on you and bringing you to Qingyun City back in the day, you would have been dead at the hands of your enemies long ago. Where would you be today?”

Zhao Ziyu shot a fierce glare at Zhao Ming and said, “He’s my uncle; he saved and raised me, so it’s how it should be.”

Zhao Ming retorted loudly, “…”

Everyone was dumbfounded; this guy was actually a lunatic.

Xiao Yang couldn’t help but shake his head.

Arguing with this kind of person was like playing the lute to a cow.

Zhao Ming wasn’t Zhao Rufen’s biological son; he was merely his nephew.

How could Zhao Rufen possibly pass the position of City Lord to Zhao Ming?

Even if it was Zhao Ziyu, it wouldn’t be Zhao Ming!

“Why aren’t you killing these people yet? What are you waiting for?”

Just then, Chang Wei finally got up from the ground, gritting his teeth as he glared at Zhao Fan.

Members of the Chang Family immediately brandished their weapons, surrounding everyone.

Yu Dacheng’s subordinates also pressed forward towards the crowd.

Yu Dacheng walked step by step to stand before Zhao Fan.

“I never expected you, kid, to possess such strength.” Yu Dacheng coldly stared at Zhao Fan.

He believed Zhao Fan was just a brute.

Zhao Fan looked at his fist.

He wasn’t really a naturally strong warrior.

For these past few days, he had only been training as per Xiao Yang’s guidance.

He could hardly believe how much progress he had made in such a short time.

“Quick battle, quick end!”

Xiao Yang said to Zhao Fan.

“Yes, Master!” Zhao Fan nodded, and in the next moment, his aura suddenly changed dramatically.

“You better take matters into your own hands!” Zhao Fan coldly addressed Yu Dacheng.

“Haha…”

Yu Dacheng laughed disdainfully.

“Have you gone crazy? Do you even know what you’re saying?”

Yu Dacheng was genuinely laughing in anger.

“Ah!”

Liu Qingyun sighed at this sight.

This Yu guy clearly didn’t know when he was beat.

“Since you refuse to end it yourself, I guess I have no choice but to send you on your way.” Yu Dacheng said as he cracked his knuckles and prepared to strike.

“Die!”

Yu Dacheng sneered and kicked towards Zhao Fan’s head.

This kick was incredibly fast, and it almost instantaneously reached Zhao Fan’s head.

However, the next moment, his foot stopped just before Zhao Fan’s head.

Zhao Fan’s long hair flew back from the gust of wind.

Suddenly, a hand caught Yu Dacheng’s calf.

To everyone’s shock, it was Zhao Fan who grabbed Yu Dacheng’s leg.

“My son has finally encountered his opportunity…” Zhao Rufen saw this scene, surprised and delighted, murmuring to himself.

He had only one son, Zhao Fan, and he originally wanted Zhao Fan to apprentice under that mysterious master, but that mysterious master had said Zhao Fan’s chance wasn’t here yet.

Experts truly are experts.

Zhao Rufen had immense respect for that enigmatic figure.

At that moment, members of both the Yu and Chang families were stunned, their eyes almost popping out.

Yu Dacheng’s leg technique was indeed unparalleled in Qingyun City.

Among the three major cultivating families in Qingyun City, there were Zhao family swords, Chang family fists, and Yu family legs.

In Qingyun City, Yu Dacheng’s leg techniques were unrivaled.

His Lightning Kick was incredibly fast, almost impossible to counter.

Yet Zhao Fan managed to catch his right leg.

“Crack!”

In the next moment, a bone-crushing sound echoed through the hall.

Yu Dacheng let out a scream, stumbling backward.

His right calf was broken, hanging limply at his side.

“You…” Yu Dacheng looked at Zhao Fan in disbelief.

This guy actually crippled his right leg.

All of Yu Dacheng’s skills relied on his legs.

With his legs gone, he was ruined.

All the members of the Yu family were utterly dumbfounded.

“You can die now!” Zhao Fan stepped forward, instantly appearing in front of Yu Dacheng.

“What…” Yu Dacheng was taken aback.

Zhao Fan’s fist landed on Yu Dacheng’s chest.

“Bam!”

“Crack!”

The sound of impact and breaking bones echoed simultaneously.

Yu Dacheng’s entire chest caved in from Zhao Fan’s punch; it was as if his front was pressed against his back.

“…”

Yu Dacheng fearfully stared at Zhao Fan and then collapsed backward.

He was done for, with his chest effectively turned inside out.

“Head!”

Members of the Yu family screamed in terror.

Zhao Fan turned around, his icy gaze sweeping over the Yu and Chang family members.

“Run!”

Seeing Zhao Fan’s overwhelming strength, members of the Yu and Chang families lost all courage and turned to flee.

Zhao Fan didn’t let them go.

Because Xiao Yang had just said, “Leave no evil behind.”

He charged into the crowd like a death god, mercilessly unleashing havoc among the Yu and Chang families.

In no time, members of the Yu and Chang families were sprawled on the ground, defeated.

This time, it was different from before.

This time, Zhao Fan showed no mercy.

Each of those he knocked down was killed with a single punch.

Xiao Yang watched this unfold and nodded, believing that no compassion should be shown to these villains.

In Xiao Yang’s view, killing one evil person could save countless good ones.

At this moment, two members of the Chang family rushed forward, lifting Chang Wei to escape.

Zhao Rufen swiftly blocked their path.

“Chang family head, where do you think you’re going?”

Zhao Rufen coldly stared at Chang Wei.

“Zhao family master, let’s leave some face for each other; we can meet again in the future. Don’t be so ruthless.” Chang Wei glared harshly at Zhao Rufen.

“And what if I don’t? Today, the Chang and Yu families will cease to exist in Qingyun City.” Zhao Rufen replied smugly.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to completely eradicate the Chang and Yu families.

“You…” Chang Wei was both shocked and furious.

Zhao Rufen didn’t care for his words and directly took action.

Chang Wei’s two men hurriedly shielded him as they tried to retreat.

“Whoosh!”

A flash of sword light sliced through the air, directly severing the two Chang family disciples in half.

Chang Wei lost one of his legs to a sword Qi.

He screamed as he fell to the ground.

Just moments ago, the imposing head of the Chang family was now in utter disarray.

Zhao Rufen wouldn’t spare him.

Zhao Rufen walked step by step forward, then swung his sword, sending Chang Wei to the afterlife.

Next, the Zhao family, like autumn winds sweeping leaves, eradicated all traces of the Yu and Chang families from Qingyun City.

From now on, Qingyun City would be dominated solely by the Zhao family.

Xiao Yang and his crew became the most esteemed guests of the Zhao family in Qingyun City.

If it weren’t for Xiao Yang, the Zhao family would likely have faced annihilation at the hands of the Yu and Chang families.

They didn’t linger long in Qingyun City.

Two days later was the day of the ceremony for the Qingyang Sword Sect’s Holy Son.

Xiao Yang wasn’t about to miss it!

The position of Holy Son in the Qingyang Sword Sect wasn’t easy to seize.

Having settled matters in Qingyun City, they prepared to leave.

In front of the main hall of the City Lord’s Mansion.

As Xiao Yang was about to depart, two figures landed in front of the hall.

“What…”

Xiao Yang felt a wave of annoyance upon seeing the newcomers.

“Senior Brother…” Jiang Ting’s eyes lit up with surprise and joy at the sight of Xiao Yang.

“No, I’m not your Senior Brother anymore.” Xiao Yang quickly replied.

“Senior Brother, you…” Jiang Ting’s eyes dimmed instantly.

Beside her, Long Chen said, “Xiao Yang, why push people away so far?”

“Senior Long, there’s no hope between her and me.” Xiao Yang said firmly.

Hearing this, Jiang Ting became even sadder.

“Sigh!”

Long Chen sighed deeply, choosing not to say anything more.

“Zhao Rufen pays respect to the senior!” Zhao Rufen, seeing Long Chen, quickly led his daughter Zhao Ziyu and son Zhao Fan to respectfully bow.

“The illustrious figure behind the Zhao family?” Xiao Yang looked at Long Chen, slightly surprised.

At this point, he no longer referred to Long Chen as ‘Senior Brother’ since he had left the Qingyang Sword Sect and cut ties with Jiang Qitian.

He was no longer a member of the Qingyang Sword Sect.

“Just passing through, thought I’d settle here for a while.” Long Chen replied casually.

“Are you also attending the Qingyang Sword Sect’s Holy Son inauguration ceremony?” Xiao Yang asked, somewhat sarcastically, as he glanced at Long Chen.

Long Chen was taken aback, remaining silent.

“Big Brother, let’s go!” Xiao Yang said to Liu Qingyun.

“Sure!” Liu Qingyun replied, summoning a large flying sword.

Xiao Yang ignored Jiang Ting and Long Chen, leaping onto the flying sword.

Ling Xian’er, Zhao Fan, and the others hopped aboard as well.

The flying sword soared into the sky under Liu Qingyun’s control.

“Senior Brother…” Jiang Ting looked up at the sword light fading into the distance, tears welling in her eyes.

“With sincerity, one day the stone will yield; he will forgive you eventually.” Long Chen sighed.

Jiang Ting remained silent.