Chapter 783: Older Brother vs. Father, the Swollen Older Brother

Look at that smug face, it really annoys people.

Long Ming burst out laughing with a puff: "Your older brother is really mischievous, teasing your father like that—aren't you afraid of getting beaten?"

Chen Chuyang crossed his arms and said: "What's there to fear? The older brother now isn't afraid of the father; maybe the father can't beat the older brother. If not now, when should he be arrogant and smug?"

Do you understand youthful recklessness? How many people have had a reckless youth, and how many can achieve this?

The older brother endured for over twenty years—what's wrong with letting loose a bit?

I'm stronger than you, so I act arrogant and overbearing—any problem?

"Indeed, your older brother has been suppressed by your father for so long; it's time for him to turn things around."

"However, being too smug usually ends badly; although your father lacks a special physique or heaven-defying talent, his strength is not bad."

Chen Yuan, who built up strength slowly, relied on himself all the way; each step was steady and solid, laying a firm foundation—his strength is not lacking.

To be precise, his talent isn't bad, right? It just depends on who you compare him to; if compared to Chen Chuyang, sorry, no one in the world can match Chen Chuyang—this son's talent truly is heaven-defying. Long Ming has seen countless geniuses, yet even he is conquered by his own son.

Even the geniuses of the Azure Dragon Clan back then would likely have to bow their heads before Chen Chuyang.

I originally thought the eldest son lacked talent, that he was the weaker one in the family—who knew he inherited his Azure Dragon Bloodline, and from then on he soared, leaping to become the genius among geniuses of the clan; even the little daughter can't compare to him.

In this light, the little daughter who once had the best talent is now the worst.

Chen Chuyang went from the worst to the strongest talent, while the eldest son Chen Chusheng has always been middling, unchanged—but his talent has increased at least dozens of times, incomparable to before.

Put it this way: after awakening the Azure Dragon Bloodline, Chen Chusheng's talent is top-tier in this world; as the bloodline deepens and keeps refining, his talent will keep rising—in theory, it has no limit.

But wanting to improve isn't that easy.

As for the younger son Chen Chuyang's talent, Long Ming could never see through it from start to finish; he simply couldn't understand this boy.

His cultivation method, or the path he walks, is different, setting him apart from others.

"Father's strength is not bad, but compared to the older brother, he's still a bit lacking."

Chen Chuyang saw through the essence at a glance; after the older brother awakened, his strength increased at least a hundredfold.

He is a standout among peers; facing his father, he has no need to fear.

The two clashed again; Father Chen Yuan fought with all his strength, knowing he couldn't play around—if he slipped up even a little, he would very likely be… knocked flat by this son, at which point he'd truly be laughed to death.

As a father, he would not allow himself to be like that.

"Bang."

They collided without using weapons; everyone had a tacit understanding.

Flesh, fist technique, body technique, and their respective true qi collided.

The simplest, most direct clash best reveals their actual strength.

Chen Yuan flew backward again.

In strength, he was inferior to Chen Chusheng; the difference between them was great.

Chen Chusheng laughed loudly: "Father, you're nothing special—is that all you've got with your full force?"

"I thought you would rise up, but in the end, you're still the same."

It must be said, the older brother's mouth really can offend people.

Once those words are out, even the father would fly into a rage.

Anyway, Chen Chuyang couldn't tolerate it; he had to give this older brother a lesson to see.

"Dragon Serpent Undulation."

The father's hands were like a dragon and serpent—left hand like a snake, right hand like a dragon; the Chen Clan's ability art is a technique formed by imitating the dragon and serpent.

When cultivated to the extreme, it becomes a divine ability.

Chen Yuan held nothing back, wanting this son to know how formidable this father is.

Chen Chusheng did not retreat but advanced, stepping forward with fists clenched.

"No matter what technique or divine ability, it's not as good as my one punch."

"One punch breaks ten thousand methods."

"Azure Dragon Fist."

"Break it for me."

At the peak of strength, Chen Chusheng clenched his fist and directly executed a fist technique from the《Azure Dragon Canon》, the Azure Dragon Fist—a technique of the Azure Dragon Clan, though not well suited to the dragon race, it fits Chen Chusheng.

Throwing the punch, a single Azure Dragon Fist surged forth like a dragon emerging from the sea.

The Azure Dragon and the Dragon Serpent collided; the Dragon Serpent shattered, and the Azure Dragon surged toward the father. Father Chen Yuan opened his hands, and a shield appeared before him.

"Crack."

The True Gang Shield shattered; Chen Yuan's eyes widened, and immediately his body flew outward.

"Bang."

His whole body flew backward, hit the ground heavily, and spat out three mouthfuls of blood.

"Pfft."

Older brother Chen Chusheng lowered his fist, proud and smug, saying: "Father, you lost."

"How powerful is my son's Azure Dragon Fist?"

The elated Chen Chusheng now openly mocked this father, letting him know he used to bully himself.

He also has his day today; today is a good day.

"Hahaha."

Seeing his father's miserable state, Chen Chusheng couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.

Long Ming and Chen Chuyang exchanged a glance and both laughed; they hadn't expected the older brother to so quickly master this new body and be able to use the Azure Dragon Fist from his Azure Dragon Bloodline—a technique that suits him perfectly, which he picked up right away.

Poor father, beaten by his son.

Chen Yuan lay on the ground, doubting his life—he, a third‑level Void Elixir cultivator, had actually lost to his eldest son who had just advanced to Void Elixir.

The younger son couldn't win, he admitted it—who let the younger son be such a freak?

But the elder son had always been under his Protector, suddenly the elder son grew up, his strength surpassed his own; as a father, he should be happy, yet he couldn't be happy, especially seeing the elder son's demeanor, he really wanted to give him a good beating.

Speaking honestly, Chen Chuyang saw it too and also wanted to give the elder brother a good beating.

He really deserves a beating.

Thinking of the elder brother's difficult years over the past twenty-odd years, Chen Chuyang let go, didn't blame the elder brother either; it's all the karma the father sowed, the result returns to him—he deserves it.

「Father, do you still want to continue? 」

Chen Chusheng stood with hands on hips and said: 「This time, I'll let you have one hand—what do you think? 」

A scholar may be killed but not humiliated.

Chen Yuan stared wide-eyed, unable to believe his own eldest son.

At this moment, his anger flared, he really wanted to strike.

Thinking of this son's freakish physique, even more heaven-defying than a demon beast, if they really fought, he might not end up laughing last.

If he gets knocked down again by this son, this father would truly be...

Chen Yuan looked at Chen Chuyang, giving him a meaningful look.

Chen Chuyang couldn't fail to understand his father's thought; he coughed: 「Elder brother, that's enough—you just survived the heavenly tribulation, you need to solidify your cultivation. 」

Chen Chusheng turned, beckoning to Chen Chuyang: 「Chuyang, how about this: you stand in for Father and spar with me? 」

Chen Chuyang blinked: 「……」

Long Ming stared wide-eyed, unable to believe his own eldest son; has his brain gone mad? Challenging your second brother, you're seeking death.

Chen Yuan turned back, looked at the elder son, then the younger son; for a moment he hoped the younger son would act and give the elder son a good beating.