Chapter 413: Kneel!

The sounds of roaring were bound together, transforming into an indescribable force that slammed outward with raw power.

First the Military Guard, then the streets, and then, one by one, inside the rooms and inside the buildings!

Outside Xiaoyang City!

Those two hundred thousand garrison troops from Yunmeng, Luo City, and Yixian City were also shouting at this moment!!!

Boom, boom, boom!

Wave after wave of shouting condensed together, surging toward the high heavens.

One wave of sound fell, and then another followed!

It seemed endless, impossible to judge!

High above in the heavens, King Xiachen narrowed his eyes; he was shocked, and immediately, the coldness in his heart grew even more intense.

Jidao Wu sighed with emotion, as these people did not know that Chen Yan had already been internally selected for the First-Rank General Star.

But what Chen Yan had done already matched the status of a First-Rank General Star in a certain respect.

He thought of his experience fighting against Chen Yan.

How desperate must a person be to put such unimaginable pressure on themselves?

To compete with him for the First-Rank General Star?

That would be a bit of a disservice to oneself.

It cannot be won.

Jidao Wu began to feel admiration in his heart.

"Even though I hate the Chen clan the most."

He had let go of it now; he admired him, he smiled, and the next moment he erupted with blood energy and roared:

"Chen Yan of Qinzhou, the Heaven's Pride is immortal!"

His voice fell, violent to the extreme, spreading across the heavens and earth.

But his shout left everyone shocked, startled, and frightened.

Even if Shang Yunwu shouted, everyone would understand, and even if hundreds of thousands of troops shouted, they would all understand.

But Jidao Wu's shout, no one understood!

Had Jidao Wu gone mad?

No.

Was he sick?

Was he stupid?

You are a Second-Rank General Star, and you are the strongest among the current Second-Rank General Stars.

Do you have no pride?

Do you have no self-respect?

Isn't what you are thinking in your heart: "I will suppress Chen Yan sooner or later to prove my name as a Heaven's Pride"?

What does it mean for you to shout for Chen Yan?

Li Muyun, Yin Youming, and Jiang Miaoxuan did not understand.

Xi Congyun narrowed his eyes tightly; Jidao Wu must have lost his mind.

King Xiachen's expression turned completely gloomy.

Lu Fusang's eyes also flickered; he also did not understand, he really did not understand.

But Jidao Wu shouted just like that!

His shout was infectious!

One person's shout triggered the shouts of the General Stars behind him!

One, two, three, hundreds, thousands!

"Chen Yan of Qinzhou, the Heaven's Pride is immortal!"

"Chen Yan of Qinzhou, the Heaven's Pride is immortal!"

"Chen Yan of Qinzhou, the Heaven's Pride is immortal!"

The General Stars were also shouting loudly!

Jidao Wu was different from the other General Stars; the other General Stars came to Xiaoyang alone, or in groups of dozens.

But Jidao Wu came with thousands of General Stars.

Jidao Wu had his own followers.

Now that Jidao Wu had shouted, the momentum it caused was terrifying and unimaginable.

These General Stars were not stupid either.

Just because they did not support Chen Yan did not mean they were blind.

Most of the General Stars put their loyalty to Great Xia first, so they would not come forward to express anything.

But they also had emotions, they also had joys and sorrows, they were also human, and they were also people of Great Xia.

A Fifth-Rank First-Place shamelessly challenging a Fourth-Rank Chen Yan was in itself dissatisfying.

Now, bringing so many people from the Lu clan to Great Xia to stir up trouble, did they not see these thousands of General Stars in their eyes?

Everything Chen Yan did was in line with people's hearts.

It all made people feel moved and filled with awe.

At this moment, these General Stars did not intend to endure it anymore.

General Stars were the true Heaven's Pride of Great Xia, the top talents in this world, not here to be intimidated by your one thousand Lu clan lackeys.

One wave stirred up a thousand layers of waves!

At this moment, the human world is boiling over.

Everyone is shouting the name of Chen Yan; even from thousands of miles away, it can be heard—it is very loud!

Those thousands of Lu Clan geniuses shouting the name of Lu Fusang fell silent.

How can thousands of people be mentioned in the same breath as hundreds of thousands, or even millions?

That originally imposing Golden Lion phantom, which shook the heavens and earth, seemed to have become a street rat.

It is still towering into the clouds, but the more one looks at it, the more clownish it appears.

King Xiachen was even startled, and for a moment, he felt a bit of envy in his heart.

Yes, envy.

Even though he is a King of the Xia Clan, it is difficult for him to obtain such prestige.

This scene, he has seen before.

It was when Lu Xunyang was ordained as a Divine General, when Lu Xunyang marched into Tie Province to crusade against the Ji Clan, and when Lu Xunyang entered the Forbidden Land of Ancient Gods.

Lu Xunyang, Lu Xunyang, it is Lu Xunyang again!

King Xiachen gritted his teeth; why would he think of Lu Xunyang?

Once he thinks of that person, his leg aches again, the blood hole in his chest seems to appear once more, his teeth ache, and a fury is pent up in his heart, difficult to suppress, wanting to erupt.

"Chen Yan!!!"

He roared out, his eyes turning red:

"Are you betraying the Xia Clan?!"

His voice, bolstered by Qi and blood, was filled with endless tyranny!

It drowned out the shouts of millions with its immense power.

"A member of the Chen Clan, inciting others—do you intend to cause a riot within the Great Xia?

What crime do you deserve!!!"

King Xiachen was furious!

Extremely furious!

He saw Lu Xunyang again, and saw another person who angered him to the extreme.

In an instant.

The world went quiet.

No one spoke.

Everyone saw it.

King Xiachen was furious.

He was about to erupt.

What is he trying to do?

Does he intend to represent the Xia Clan and apprehend Chen Yan?

The world was quiet; some were nervous, some were afraid, some were angry, and some sneered.

No one spoke.

Everyone was watching King Xiachen.

What is he going to do?

This Xia Clan Prince, possessing immense power, even stronger than Zhang Ting, is one of the true pinnacles.

Quiet!

Still!

Dead silence!

And it was at this moment.

Below, outside the plaza of Xiaoyang City, an old man limped toward the plaza, trembling as he took out a booklet he had been protecting inside his clothes.

He had protected it the entire journey.

When he learned that Chen Yan was to fight Lu Fusang, this old man boarded a bus and came to Xiaoyang.

Many people had come.

Many ordinary people from Qin Province had come from ten thousand miles away.

What they wanted to see was simply this person, Chen Yan.

He is a legend.

He is the same.

He fell to his knees on the ground with a thud, crying out in grief:

"I beg the Xia Clan to protect Chen Yan."

The old man kowtowed, his head hitting the cold concrete ground.

King Xiachen was still in a rage, and everyone above the void was still nervous.

But at this moment, the only one speaking was that old man.

His voice was weary, strained, and at the twilight of his life.

The booklet in his hands fell to the ground, its pages flipped by the wind, revealing row upon row of names written in blood.

A full booklet.

A whole booklet of names!

The congealed blood was purple-black, and these names were also purple-black.

The old man's voice trembled to the extreme:

"My granddaughter was snatched away by the Chu family, her older brother was eaten by an Ancient Divine Beast, and my granddaughter was about to be eaten too; it was Chen Yan who saved my child!"

The old man knelt on the ground, his voice not loud, tears streaming from his clouded eyes.

Chen Yan single-handedly wiped out the Chu family base.

Inside the room where the Green-Eyed Ancient Divine Beast held its captives, beside that pile of bones, only one little girl remained alive.

And this old man was that little girl's grandfather.

No one remembered that little girl, and no one knew the little girl's grandfather.

But whether it was the little girl or her grandfather, they would never forget Chen Yan.

"Prince, please see clearly; Star General, please see clearly; Chief, please see clearly; if not for Chen Yan, how many more people would the Chu family have harmed?

He had only just entered the Martial Dao at the time, he broke in all by himself, he wasn't afraid of death.

He wasn't afraid of death at all!

If he had been even a moment slower, my granddaughter would have died."

The old man's voice was sorrowful; he dared not even raise his head, only using his hands to open that booklet.

One by one, the purple-black names fell into the sight of everyone in the sky.

Striking, blinding!

"The names on this, they are all people whose children were harmed by the Chu family; they asked me to come, they asked me to come... *cough*..."

The old man coughed:

"If the Prince wants to kill Chen Yan, then kill me, just kill me."

His voice was not loud.

Very small.

Small to the point of being pathetic.

Before, there were thousands of Heaven's Pride shouting, millions of people shouting.

Compared to those shouts, what did the voice of a dying old man count for?

But it made the current silence become incomparably heavy.

A grotesque and cold aura spread between heaven and earth.

The furious Prince Xiachen's body stiffened for a moment.

In ordinary times, he wouldn't even listen to an old man's words; he wouldn't care, he could kill him with a flick of a finger.

This wouldn't have the slightest impact on him.

But now.

This old man's voice was like countless nails pinning him to the void.

As if his rage, his majesty, and his reputation were all a joke.

At this moment, he actually didn't know what he should do?

Why would it be like this?

Prince Xiachen breathed with difficulty.

Why?

His mind held only these three words.

Had he been schemed against?

Everything he had experienced today seemed as if it had been calculated.

But how could there be such accurate calculations in this world?

He breathed in cold air, finding it hard to speak.

Lu Fusang frowned; he didn't speak, he only watched, his heart feeling heavy.

It seemed he had still underestimated Chen Yan.

Underestimated that Great Xia Top Scholar who had never appeared before!

A smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Interesting!

Too interesting!

He discovered that killing Chen Yan seemed even more satisfying than ascending to the position of the Great Xia's number one Star General!

He was excited!

Hum!

A humming sound!

Willpower pressure!

Faint light flames emerged from the Military Martial Guards, appearing vast and boundless, as if condensing an indescribable power.

That was Chen Yan's willpower pressure!

Everyone's expression froze!

Lu Fusang's smile was brimming at the corners of his mouth.

It's here!

Hum!

On his body, faint light flames bloomed simultaneously; his will was vibrating, erupting!

His first collision with Chen Yan had arrived!

Let's see whose will is more terrifying!

Hum!

The will pressure emerging from within the Martial Guard seemed to sprout wings, surging forward with waves of air.

In an instant.

It collided with Lu Fusang's will pressure!

Boom, boom, boom!!!!

Cracks in space appeared one after another!

This invisible collision seemed to contain the power to overturn rivers and seas!

Boom, boom, boom!!!

King Xiachen's eyes widened, and all the general stars including Jidao Wu fell silent.

A battle of this kind, they had never seen before.

A smile was still gathering at the corners of Lu Fusang's mouth.

The next moment.

His eyes widened instantly; the moment his will collided with Chen Yan's will, it was destroyed.

It was destroyed in a way that could not be blocked, just like a tiny splash colliding with a monstrous wave.

It was destroyed without mercy, with incomparable violence.

"Kneel!"

An indifferent voice rang out from within the Martial Guard.

Lu Fusang's pupils constricted, anger erupting; he gritted his teeth.

He wanted to use his methods, use his blood energy, use his hard-refinement.

But he knew that once he used them, it would mean that he was fundamentally inferior to Chen Yan in the path of the will.

He had killed his way out of the Valley of Slaughter of twenty thousand people.

His will was incomparably powerful.

Who could underestimate his will?

In this world, who could be more powerful in will than him?

He was unwilling!

Furious!

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Lu Fusang roared, bloodshot veins bursting in both his eyes.

A cold voice rang out from within the Martial Guard.

"I am not requesting you; I am ordering you!"

His voice was cold, filled with tyranny.

It had never appeared before, yet it was as if an emperor had arrived, his momentum shaking the heavens and the earth.

"Kneel!"

The grand will pressure smashed down like ten thousand invisible rays of light, instantly soaking into Lu Fusang's mind.

Pfft!

Lu Fusang's knees buckled, and he knelt in the void.

The world was silent; an indescribable horror and shock stirred everyone's hearts.

Lu Fusang's eyes widened, filled with disbelief, followed by anger—anger to the extreme.

Boom!!!

A sheet of gold paper flew out from within the Martial Guard, striking forward, slicing through the void.

"A Life-Death Note!" someone exclaimed in horror.

On that Life-Death Note, the name of Chen Yan had already been written.

Just like that, the gold paper flew before Lu Fusang.

Lu Fusang gritted his teeth, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Beside his ear, that voice rang out.

"Sign it."

"I want to prove to the world whether a Fourth Rank can counter-slay a First-tier Fifth Rank!"