Chapter 262: Kneeling, Admitting Fault

The final mouthful of blood he spat out was forced out directly by the pressure of the blade; had he not been injured, playing with his own blade would have been like child's play.

But Chen Yu's punch had made him vomit blood, and he could no longer play with his blade.

"Fourth," Wu Xian and Li Zhen were startled; they had never expected Chen Yu's strength to be so great.

To be able to kill Zhou Chengwu in seconds—this level of strength is likely half a step stronger than the True Martial Peak.

"Now, kneel before Senior Xie's coffin immediately and kowtow in repentance," Chen Yu said coldly. "Otherwise, I will have you buried with Senior Xie today."

"Bastard, you dare..." Zhou Chengwu was unconvinced. As a dignified successor of the Nether Tyrant Blade and one of the Thirteen Taibao, if he were to submit to Chen Yu in front of so many people from the Jianghu today, how would he be able to show his face in the future?

Before he could finish, Chen Yu stepped down, and with a *pfft* sound, Zhou Chengwu spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Apologize." Chen Yu stepped on the blade with one foot.

"You surnamed Chen, if you dare to move again—" Wu Xian was furious. Zhou Chengwu was his staunch supporter; if he didn't step up now, he feared he would lose the hearts of his followers later.

Chen Yu flicked his right foot, and with a *hum*, the hundred-catty Nine-Ring Broadsword was caught in his hand.

"Whoever dares to step forward, will end up like this blade." He gave a deep shout and tossed the broadsword in his hand into mid-air.

Everyone looked up involuntarily, watching the hundred-catty broadsword fall, when suddenly, three streaks of crimson Sword Radiance shot into the sky.

*Hum*... The giant blade, forged from hundred-catty refined steel, suddenly let out a loud sound. A clash of metal rang out, followed by two *crack, crack* sounds, and the Nine-Ring Broadsword broke into three pieces, landing on the ground.

Wu Xian stopped in his tracks abruptly, looking at Chen Yu in horror.

This was a Nine-Ring Broadsword forged from refined steel; he hadn't even seen clearly how Chen Yu had struck, yet the broadsword was already in three pieces. Furthermore, Chen Yu had killed Zhou Chengwu in seconds—a feat he knew he could not accomplish himself.

In other words, he could not beat Chen Yu.

"Since when have we, the Thirteen Taibao, been bullied like this?" Li Zhen stepped forward with long strides: "Take him down."

Chen Yu glanced at him coldly, then looked at Li Zhongyi and the other two: "You three, are you sure you want to come up?"

Li Zhongyi, Ren Fei, and Zhang Zhaoming exchanged glances, and then, with tacit understanding, they lowered their heads.

They had witnessed Chen Yu's prowess, and some had even been beaten by Chen Yu to the point of fear; naturally, they wouldn't go looking for trouble, so Li Zhen's rallying cry became rather awkward.

"My blade, my Nine-Ring Broadsword." Zhou Chengwu's eyes were about to split; a bladesman's blade is a bladesman's life.

He truly had not expected that he would fall into the hands of such a young man as Chen Yu.

"Will you kneel, or will you not?" Chen Yu raised his right hand slightly: "If you don't kneel, this palm of mine will first cripple your Cultivation, then break your limbs, and finally have you buried with Senior Xie."

"Big Brother, I was wrong. I forgot the duty of a Martial Artist. Please forgive me..." Zhou Chengwu struggled to get up, then fell to his knees with a *thump*, weeping and repenting.

Chen Yu looked at this guy with annoyance; he really had turned into a drama queen in a second.

"Big Brother, go in peace. Rest assured, we, the Thirteen Taibao, will certainly keep your teachings in mind." Wu Xian and the others also knelt down and began to put on a show.

"Seal the coffin, send off Old Xie," Fourth Master Huang finally shouted aloud.

The coffin was slowly sealed, Fourth Master Huang hammered in the nails, and everyone at the scene bowed deeply.

Chen Yu had forcefully suppressed the Thirteen Taibao today to establish his authority; he believed that even if these fellows were dissatisfied in the future, they would not dare to have any thoughts of defiance.

"Brother Chen, do you have time? My father would like to invite you over." After attending Xie Wuji's funeral, Liu Wanrong's call came through.

Guo Wanrong had reunited with her father Liu Chengye and now changed her name to Liu Wanrong. She had inherited everything from Liu Chengye; coming from a finance background, she learned extremely quickly, and after a few months of trading, she had become famous in the circle, even showing faint signs of surpassing Liu Chengye.

Like father, like daughter; Liu Chengye was now basically in retirement, spending his later years in peace with his wife and occasionally guiding Liu Wanrong.

"Alright, I'm coming over now. Send me the location," Chen Yu said with a smile.

"It's at the Zhongtai Hotel. I'll wait for you here," Liu Wanrong smiled slightly.

After hanging up, Chen Yu drove toward the Zhongtai Hotel.

Today, the Zhongtai Hotel was somewhat different; every entrance and exit was filled with bodyguards. These bodyguards wore sunglasses, their backs straight, focusing intently on every movement around them.

A red carpet was laid out in front of the hotel lobby, and the landscaping on both sides had been rearranged; it seemed a big shot was staying at this hotel.

Clearly, the guest the hotel was hosting was quite important. When Chen Yu got out of the car and wanted to enter, a bodyguard stopped him: "Sorry, Mr. Deng from Hong Kong Island is resting in the hotel. No unauthorized persons are allowed to enter."

"Mr. Deng?" Chen Yu was slightly stunned. Could it be the richest man in Hong Kong Island, Deng Guosheng? He saw on the news that he had been in Fengling for the past few days.

"I'm sorry, he is my friend," Liu Wanrong hurried out from the hotel lobby.

The bodyguard looked at Liu Wanrong, confirmed through his earpiece, and then let them pass.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen. The person staying inside is Mr. Deng Guosheng. He is the richest man in Hong Kong Island. He hasn't been to the Mainland for decades, and he has concerns about our public security here, so it's a bit strict," Liu Wanrong said apologetically.

"It's fine. After all, he is the richest man over there; it's normal to have concerns. But their public security might not be as good as our Mainland's," Chen Yu laughed: "What's the matter?"

"It's because of Mr. Deng's situation. My father and he are old friends of many years. His legs have been paralyzed for some years now. He came here hoping to seek Medicine and treatment to see if there's any way. My father thought you might be able to help, so I troubled you to come over," Liu Wanrong smiled.

"It's fine, but I can't guarantee I'll be able to help. I have to see the person first," Chen Yu smiled and walked into the hotel lobby with Liu Wanrong.

Parked on one side of the lobby was a motorhome. This motorhome should be a UNICAT TC59, likely the most expensive motorhome in the world. The vehicle was about ten meters long, with luxurious facilities inside; it was a house on wheels.

This motorhome was worth at least tens of millions, and now it was parked here openly, which made Chen Yu take a few extra looks.

"Mr. Deng doesn't like flying, so he uses this motorhome for all his travels," Liu Wanrong said.

Chen Yu nodded. From inside the motorhome, a faint aura of Yin evil could be felt. Chen Yu didn't understand what was going on for the moment, so he decided to follow Liu Wanrong inside first.

Inside the lobby, a team of bodyguards stopped the two directly.

The lead bodyguard said: "Sorry, we need to conduct a security check."

"I just came down from upstairs. This is Mr. Chen; he is here to treat Mr. Deng," Liu Wanrong said.

"Everyone must pass our security check," the bodyguard remained cold.

"You..." Liu Wanrong was choked with anger.

"It's fine, it's just a security check," Chen Yu smiled and didn't mind.

The bodyguard performed a careful security check before letting Chen Yu onto the elevator.

When getting into the elevator, two bodyguards used disinfectant to sanitize it before they were willing to let the two enter.

Chen Yu frowned; he felt Deng Guosheng was going a bit too far, but he didn't say anything and followed Liu Wanrong into the elevator.

"Sorry, security check." When they reached the top floor elevator, another bodyguard stopped the two coldly.