Chapter 712: The Disappearance of the Wu Family

Zhang Zhengwen, standing to the side, looked at Chen Yu in horror; he was glad he had chosen the right side today, for these were seven genuine Martial True Realm experts.

In fact, the reason the Zhang Clan was able to stand out among the Four Great Martial Arts Families of Shengjing was mostly due to these eight disciples of his in the Martial True Realm, and the other half was due to the two Martial Ancestor experts in his family.

Moreover, even if these eight disciples encountered an expert in the Martial Ancestor Realm, they could still put up a fight and remain in an invincible position.

Yet he never imagined that, facing this group of Martial True Realm experts, Chen Yu would nearly take their lives with a single sword strike.

"Who, who are you?" Wu Zhen was both shocked and furious; he knew clearly in his heart how strong his own disciples were.

Although he was a Martial Ancestor, if his seven disciples attacked together, even he doubted he could retreat unscathed, let alone the fact that Chen Yu had wiped out his seven disciples in one move—this was absolutely not something an ordinary Martial Ancestor could achieve.

"Chen Yu." Chen Yu said indifferently: "I gave you a chance just now, but you didn't grasp it well. Then I'm sorry, your Wu Clan can only be removed from the Four Great Martial Arts Families of Shengjing. Do you have anything else to say?"

"Kid, don't be too arrogant. This old man has broken through to the Martial Ancestor Realm for over ten years, and my father, at the age of one hundred, stopped participating in worldly affairs thirty years ago to contemplate a higher realm above the Martial Dao—the Dharma Cultivator. Now he is already a Half-step Dharma Cultivator. How much chance of winning do you think you have by going against our Zhang Family?" Wu Zhen steadied himself and shouted loudly.

"Martial Ancestor, Dharma Cultivator?" Chen Yu said coldly: "Can I say that in my eyes, you aren't even worth a fart?"

"Kid, you are too arrogant." Wu Zhen was furious. Since he became famous, no one had dared to speak to him like this for a long time. He roared, his figure flashed, and he arrived in front of Chen Yu.

He pinched his right fingers together and gave a slight flick, and a pine tree to the side shook violently.

In fact, Wu Zhen's strength was truly very strong; after all, he was already at the Martial Dao Peak. Under the infusion of his True Qi, hundreds of pine needles stood up one by one, aimed at Chen Yu.

"Go..." Wu Zhen let out a violent roar. Following this roar, the pine needles beside him were like a rainstorm, bringing with them a wild gust of wind as they rolled toward Chen Yu. Under the infusion of his True Qi, these pine needles were like sharp blades.

Suddenly, he lost sight of Chen Yu before his eyes. Wu Zhen was terrified. Duels between experts required full concentration, and under his extremely strong mental lock, how could Chen Yu have disappeared?

Immediately after, he felt a chill in his chest; a strand of Sword Qi passed through his back and burst out from his chest.

His expression froze, and the surging True Qi within his body dissipated rapidly along the several air currents in his body. Then, a mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth, and immediately after, his expression withered, as if he had aged dozens of years in this instant.

Chen Yu had broken his Dantian Qi Sea with only one move, wasting his entire cultivation. Ten years ago, he had leaped to become a Martial Ancestor expert and became famous throughout the world, but such an expert could not even last one move in front of Chen Yu.

"Are you really a... Dharma Cultivator?" Wu Zhen knelt half-way on the ground, looking up at Chen Yu.

His eyes were filled with shock, envy, and unwillingness.

His father had broken through to the Martial Ancestor Realm thirty years ago and glimpsed a trace of Heavenly Mystery, so he had gone into seclusion to contemplate the Dao. Even now, he was only hovering between the Martial Ancestor and Primordial Qi Realm, and could only be called a Half-step Dharma Cultivator; he simply could not break through to the Primordial Qi Realm.

But how old was Chen Yu? He was already a Dharma Cultivator? This made him furious, yet also extremely unwilling.

"Congratulations, you guessed right." Chen Yu glanced at Wu Zhen coldly: "Unfortunately, you realized it too late. Starting today, all people, industries, and family-related personnel of the Wu Clan must leave Jing. If you dare not leave, I won't kill your entire Wu Clan..."

"Chen Yu, don't be too lawless. Don't think that just because you are a Dharma Cultivator you can do whatever you want." Wu Zhen roared, and because he was too agitated, he sprayed another mouthful of blood.

"Your grandson relied on you, a mere Martial Ancestor, to be lawless. Now I am letting you taste the feeling of being bullied." Chen Yu sneered: "Your father has been in seclusion for thirty years and is only a Half-step Dharma Cultivator. What can he do to me?"

"In other words, even if he were a true Dharma Cultivator, so what?" Chen Yu roared.

Following Chen Yu's roar, a figure rose slowly from a rooftop. This was an incredibly beautiful woman. Her eyes were sharp and filled with killing intent. She took a step, glided several yards through the air, and landed slowly behind Chen Yu.

This woman was none other than Chixiao. The purpose of Chen Yu having her come today was to intimidate, to make the people of the Wu Clan submit willingly. After all, facing two Dharma Cultivators, no matter how arrogant the Wu Family was, they had to lie low obediently.

Sure enough, as soon as Chixiao appeared, Zhang Zhengwen was stunned, and Wu Zhen, who was kneeling on the ground, was shocked.

Two Dharma Cultivators appearing at the same time—were Dharma Cultivators worthless?

"How is it possible... how can there be so many Dharma Cultivators in this world?" The Wu Family was dumbfounded.

"In fact, there have never been few Dharma Cultivators in this world; it's just that at your level, you haven't been able to come into contact with them." Chen Yu said indifferently.

"Why did you call me here? You could have killed all these people with one sword." Chixiao glanced at Wu Zhen coldly: "They are nothing but ants."

Wu Zhen shivered. This temperament of Chixiao's was innate, as if she were born a god. Although her words were arrogant, the fact was just that; in her eyes, he was nothing but an ant.

He suddenly dared not struggle anymore, because he knew that not to mention adding Chixiao, even with Chen Yu alone, his Wu Clan would never have a chance to turn things around.

"Are you leaving, or not?" Chen Yu asked coldly.

"I... will leave." Wu Zhen closed his eyes: "I will take the direct descendants of the Wu Family and leave Jing entirely. From now on, we will never step foot in Shengjing again... From now on, there will be no Wu Clan in this Shengjing City..."

Speaking to the end, Wu Zhen burst into tears. The Wu Clan had been in Jing for a hundred years, but now, they were to be removed from the list. His grandson was seriously injured and likely wouldn't live long, and his eight disciples had their cultivation completely destroyed.

With two Dharma Cultivators from the other side present, even if he found his father, what could he do? The strength of the two sides was not on the same level at all. He knelt on the ground and knocked his head deeply against the floor...

Leaving the Wu residence, Chixiao departed directly, while Zhang Zhengwen followed behind Chen Yu, feeling both respectful and fearful.

Wiping out a Martial Arts Family in the snap of a finger—this was the terrifying aspect of a Dharma Cultivator. Zhang Zhengwen was also glad about his choice tonight.

"Mr. Chen, Xu Baoshan is waiting outside." Zhang Zhengwen sighed: "I didn't expect Mr. Chen to have such divine power."

"Since you came today, it means you trust me, Chen Yu. Naturally, I won't let you down. Don't worry, within half a year, I will help you break through to the Martial Ancestor Realm." Chen Yu knew what he wanted to ask.

"Mr. Chen, is this true?" Zhang Zhengwen was taken aback.

"Of course it's true." Chen Yu said: "I will help you break through to the Martial Ancestor Realm, and then help you ascend to the head of the Three Great Martial Arts Families. How about that?"

"Sir's great kindness, this old man will keep it in his heart. From now on in Shengjing City, my Zhang Clan will follow Mr. Chen's lead." Zhang Zhengwen bowed deeply to Chen Yu.

The Wu Clan disappeared from Shengjing overnight, and those related to the Wu Clan also scattered their wealth and left Jing as quickly as possible.

This matter caused a huge uproar in Shengjing, but no one knew what was going on. One must know that the Wu Clan was one of the Four Great Martial Arts Families; although not the strongest, they had a Martial Ancestor expert sitting in command.