Chapter 23: with translation of chapter title

At first, everyone in the meeting hall, upon hearing the guard report that someone intended to kill Chen Mo's entire family, did not believe it at all.

How absurd.

Who could believe it?

But when they saw Chen Hao's headless corpse lying on the ground, and the mastermind Chen Zheng standing there, calmly wiping the blood from his fist with a silk handkerchief, they had to believe it.

But…

Has Chen Zheng gone mad?

Could they not see so many senior members of the clan, even Family Head Chen Xingye himself sitting here in person?

Moreover…

Chen Hao, however, is a Physical Body Ninth Layer cultivator, one of the strongest experts below Family Head Chen Xingye, and, together with many peers of the same realm, is ranked just below the top individual and above ten thousand others.

What about Chen Zheng?

He is merely a minor collateral descendant.

A few days ago, although he defeated the Physical Body Sixfold Chen Jihou, his strength seemed to have reached the Physical Body Seventh, earning him a modest reputation as a minor prodigy within the clan, and that was all.

Therefore, how could Chen Zheng possibly have killed Chen Hao?

With a single punch!

Isn't this a fantasy?

At this moment, shock, doubt, and bewilderment intertwined in everyone's hearts, leaving them speechless.

Especially Chen Lie and Chen Mo, the two young masters of the clan, were left dumbfounded on the spot.

Although Chen Lie knew that Chen Zheng had crippled Chen Fu Yi and his son, he still paid no heed to Chen Zheng, focusing solely on his own martial arts.

He was disdainful.

He had his own pride.

In his view, he is a Physical Body Ninth Layer cultivator and the foremost among the younger generation of the Chen family.

He even believed that in no time he could ascend to become a Tenfold supreme master like Chen Xingye!

He and Chen Zheng are people from completely different worlds.

One is heaven, the other earth.

Even if Chen Zheng spent a lifetime painstakingly cultivating, he could never hope to see his silhouette.

He could never withstand his single punch.

But now, he is completely bewildered.

His worldview is on the verge of collapse.

The Chen Zheng before him—not to mention a single punch, even if he unleashed ten punches, could he really make them land?

There is no answer.

Yet his fist trembled slightly.

Chen Mo also trembled, unable to suppress the violent shaking of his whole body.

Because Chen Zheng had already discarded the silk handkerchief soaked with Chen Hao's blood and was stepping toward him.

That icy gaze suffocated him, eroding every inch of his flesh and blood, as if it would tear him apart at any moment.

"Are you a member of our Chen clan? Why did you suddenly kill Chen Hao? What do you intend to do to my son?"

A tall figure flashed forward, blocking in front of Chen Mo, his gaze solemnly fixed on Chen Zheng.

It was Chen Xingye.

Chen Zheng said bluntly, "My name is Chen Zheng. I have a grudge against Chen Mo and intend to kill his entire family. You are not my opponent; step aside."

Many people, upon hearing this, were instantly enraged.

Chen Zheng is overly arrogant.

He even disregards Family Head Chen Xingye.

Does he truly think that having killed a Chen Hao allows him to challenge Chen Xingye?

Moreover, there are so many Physical Body Eighth and Ninth Layer cultivators here, sheer numbers and strength.

If they were to clash with Chen Xingye, even if Chen Zheng were comparable to a Rou Shen Shi Chong cultivator, he would not survive without shedding his skin.

At that moment, more than ten clan members close to Chen Mo flickered with intent, ready to stir.

With a single command from Chen Xingye, they would shoulder to shoulder seize Chen Zheng instantly.

But the next moment, Chen Xingye's reaction surprised everyone.

He was seen tense all over, as if facing a great enemy, and said gravely, "Is it necessary to go this far? We are all members of the Chen clan; if we break bones and tendons, can't we sit down and discuss to resolve this grudge?"

"Sit down and discuss properly with Chen Zheng?"

"Resolve the grudge?"

"What is going on?"

Everyone's expression hardened.

Especially Chen Mo, who was hiding behind Chen Xingye, was stunned once again.

He had thought his own father could protect him completely.

Now daringly slay Chen Zheng.

Thus his eyes already showed a sinister cruelty and excitement, waiting for the bloody scene of Chen Zheng's blood splattering on the spot.

But now.

His own father actually advised Chen Zheng to sit down and discuss.

Why?

What on earth is the reason?

Could it be that his own father also fears Chen Zheng?

How could that be!

An indescribable fear filled his mind. He finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

He might actually die.

His whole family will be killed by Chen Zheng…

Chen Zheng said calmly: "There is no room for negotiation; Chen Mo's entire family must die. Anyone closely connected to him, anyone competing for the Family Head Position, will be found by me one by one and killed, their whole families as well."

"Wha… what?"

Those ready to assist Chen Xingye in taking down Chen Zheng felt a chill at those ten‑plus people and all stepped back together.

This guy…

So ruthless.

Sweat droplets the size of beans rolled down Chen Xingye's forehead as he strained, "Is it really impossible to negotiate…?"

Chen Zheng sneered, "Ha, when you killed those who once vied with you for the Family Head Position, did you ever give them a chance to sit down with you and negotiate properly?"

"…"

This novel you…

Chen Xingye was speechless.

"Step aside, otherwise I can't guarantee you won't be beaten to death by me."

Chen Zheng lost patience, took a few steps forward, and raised his hand to push Chen Xingye away.

"Mo'er, hurry and go!"

Chen Xingye gritted his teeth and roared, his booming voice like a great whale's cry across the sea, shaking the conference hall of over three hundred zhang in radius violently.

Boom!

He launched both fists, and the shockwaves of his punches surged like towering waves, sweeping toward Chen Zheng.

"Get lost!"

Chen Zheng shouted, extended a long arm and swept, as if the Mingwang Demon Hand tore through the void, sweeping across the world, instantly clearing the massive wave‑like punch wind and slamming it directly onto Chen Xingye's body.

Boom!

Chen Xingye was hurled like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the hall's wall, blasting a huge hole, and the force continued unabated, smashing into the distant Fake Mountain Cluster and being buried under rubble.

Rou Shen Shi Chong Chen Xingye couldn't even withstand a single move from Chen Zheng…

In an instant, the venue fell silent.

Chen Mo, who had just been about to slip away, froze in place.

Pfft!

Chen Zheng stepped forward, said nothing, grabbed his arm and yanked.

"Ah!"

Chen Mo let out a mournful wail as his left arm fell from midair, the severed end bleeding profusely.

Pfft!

Chen Zheng, expressionless, reached out and pulled again.

Chen Mo had another arm torn off, pain causing tears and snot to flow as he collapsed in the pool of blood, trembling and wailing, "Spare me… as long as you spare my life…"

Bang!

Chen Zheng lifted his leg and stepped on Chen Mo's left thigh, crushing it with force.

"Ah… no… I'm wrong, I shouldn't have let Chen Yuan hurt you… I was truly wrong…"

Chen Mo, now with only one leg left, still struggled, rolled, and begged in the blood, trying to survive.

What he received in return was Chen Zheng's even more brutal trampling.

Bang!

Amid the wailing, Chen Zheng stepped on Chen Mo's skull.

Chen Mo died.

Chen Zheng turned, his gaze sweeping toward the dozen or so senior family members who had earlier tried to surround him, sending a chill through their bodies.

Whoosh!

A black‑clad elder turned and fled toward the exit of the conference hall, only to be met by Chen Zheng, who had instantly leapt onto the doorway.

Bang!

A punch landed, and the elder's head exploded.

"I am not truly acquainted with Chen Mo; I hope you, young master, understand. As long as you are willing to spare me, I am willing…"

A beautiful woman in a red dress knelt trembling, begging for mercy, kowtowing as if pounding garlic.

But she kowtowed so forcefully that her chest garment tore open, exposing her snow‑white skin to Chen Zheng's gaze.

However.

Chen Zheng merely sneered, stepped forward, and slapped her head, shattering it.

My Dao heart is in chaos, damn it.

"Run…"

The remaining people panicked, fleeing in all directions.

Chen Zheng pursued, delivering slap after slap, showing no mercy.

When an avalanche occurs, no snowflake is innocent.

In the blink of an eye, the dozen senior family members were all slain by Chen Zheng, their bodies lying on the ground, leaving only Chen Lie and a handful of others standing dumbfounded, trembling.

(End of chapter)