Chapter 902: Defeating the Twelve Gates

"You?" Chen Yu glanced at this man, then shook his head and said, "You won't do; you can't beat me. If you all really want to fight, then come at me together."

"Liang Lao, this brat is too arrogant. I want to teach him a lesson. To act in the Liang Mansion is truly disrespectful; please forgive me, Liang Lao." Someone could no longer hold back; they wanted to step out to teach Chen Yu a lesson.

"That's right, Liang Lao. He is just an Alliance Leader of the Martial Alliance, following us to our Jinling territory to throw his weight around. This is an insult to us. If we don't teach him a lesson, where will the face of our Twelve Gates be?"

A group of people looked at Chen Yu with anger. They wanted to make a move, but hindered by the fact that this place was the Liang Mansion, they could not act rashly.

Therefore, they had no choice but to ask Liang Lao for permission, hoping Liang Lao would allow them to step out and teach Chen Yu a lesson.

"Hehe, everyone, do not be angry. If you wish to spar, it is not impossible. However, everyone must remember: harmony is precious. Do not strike too heavily."

"Liang Lao, please rest assured. I will have a sense of proportion; I guarantee I won't beat this brat to death." A man sneered. He let out a loud shout, leaped up, clenched his right fist, and struck a blow toward Chen Yu.

This Sect Master's strength was at Zhenwu Peak; he was almost a figure of the Martial Ancestor Realm, and he was not old, only in his thirties.

In the Martial Dao, to reach his level in one's thirties already belongs to those with good natural talent.

Unfortunately, just as this guy set his stance in mid-air, Chen Yu lifted his right hand into the void and pointed a finger.

*Pfft*, a touch of finger force transformed into a transparent trail of light, striking toward the Sect Master in mid-air.

That Sect Master's body stalled, then shook violently, and he was suddenly sent flying backward. He hit a pillar with a *thud*, and without even a groan, he fainted.

The room fell silent once again. Everyone looked at Chen Yu in disbelief. Chen Yu's appearance was definitely not that of an expert, yet he had sent a Martial Truth Realm expert flying with a single finger in mid-air, which made everyone feel it was incredible.

They began to take Chen Yu seriously. Several Sect Masters stood up, and one of them said in a deep voice, "Worthy of being the Alliance Leader of the Martial Alliance; you do have some real skills. We few shall ask for instruction on Alliance Leader Chen's high-level techniques."

These few were also at the Zhenwu Peak realm. Honestly, fighting people like them, Chen Yu felt like he was bullying them.

With one palm strike, the three were sent flying by him. Chen Yu smiled slightly and said, "You all had better invite out an expert, or perhaps come at me together. Otherwise, I will feel that there is no one in the Xuanwu Pavilion."

"Arrogant." An old man was furious. He slapped the table and stood up: "This old man is Wu Yuanfeng, Sect Master of the Wu sect. I ask for instruction on Alliance Leader Chen's high-level techniques."

This old man was a Martial Ancestor Realm expert. Seeing that an expert had finally appeared, everyone's spirits could not help but lift.

"Wu Lao, you are of an older generation, so I will address you as a senior." Chen Yu smiled slightly: "But forgive me for being blunt, you are not my match. I also advise you all to take this seriously, if the Twelve Gates are defeated by me alone here..."

"Then if that gets out, it won't be too good for the reputation of your Xuanwu Pavilion."

"Alliance Leader Chen, do not be careless." Wu Yuanfeng let out a cold snort. He gave a deep shout, and with a wave of his right hand, several leaves from a green plant nearby suddenly flew into his hand.

He held the leaves in one hand, released his True Qi, and then gave a violent shout. The three leaves in his hand were stimulated by his internal energy and fiercely attacked Chen Yu.

For a Martial Ancestor Realm expert, plucking leaves to injure people was already a common occurrence. Moreover, the skill of this old man surnamed Wu was not weak; the three leaves drew transparent trails of light in mid-air, with an extraordinary momentum.

Chen Yu smiled slightly, grabbed into the void with his right hand, and likewise plucked a few leaves into his hand. He condensed his True Qi and drove the leaves to counterattack.

*Pfft, pfft, pfft*, the six leaves collided in mid-air. With a *snap*, Wu Yuanfeng's leaves shattered into powder, while the three leaves in Chen Yu's hand did not lose their momentum and struck toward his face.

The old man surnamed Wu was startled. He gave a deep shout, sank his True Qi, and struck back with both palms.

*Boom*... The three leaves turned into powder, but the powerful energy whistled out. The old man surnamed Wu retreated three steps, and with a *bang*, his back hit the pillar behind him heavily. His expression changed, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Everything before their eyes was too sudden, leaving everyone unable to react. This was Wu Lao of the Twelve Gates, who had already reached the Martial Ancestor Realm twenty years ago.

Yet Chen Yu looked to be only in his early thirties; how strong could he be to be able to send the extremely powerful Wu Lao of the Twelve Gates retreating and vomiting blood?

"Who else?" Chen Yu looked around, and he smiled indifferently: "Liang Lao invited me here today just to suppress the prestige of my Martial Alliance, right?"

"If I am defeated here today, and tomorrow it is widely rumored in the Jianghu that the new Alliance Leader of the Martial Alliance, Chen Yu, was defeated by the Twelve Gates, then the status of your Twelve Gates will be further elevated, right?"

"Alliance Leader Chen is joking; I have no such intention." Liang Jinsheng smiled slightly: "I just said that everyone is just sparring; I hope Alliance Leader Chen will not take it seriously."

"Hehe, sparring?" Chen Yu laughed: "Then let's continue. I will put my words here today: whether it is a wheel battle or you all swarm me at once, I, Chen Yu, will absolutely not frown even once."

Liang Jinsheng's expression changed slightly, and he turned his head to look at the few old men on his left.

The three old men on the left were of extremely high status within the Twelve Gates, and they were all at the Martial Ancestor Peak.

If they didn't show Chen Yu some color today, their Twelve Gates would truly take a tumble. Tomorrow, it would be rumored in the Jianghu that Chen Yu attended the meeting alone and resisted the Twelve Gates of Jinling with his own strength.

These three old men immediately understood. They nodded slightly, walked forward a few steps, and stood before Chen Yu.

The three Martial Ancestors naturally had an extraordinary aura radiating from them, and since all three old men were at the Martial Ancestor Peak realm, the energy field they radiated was extremely powerful.

"Good, so you intend to swarm me?" Chen Yu laughed: "Then, this junior will not be polite."

"Alliance Leader Chen, the three of us are bullying the young with our age, so Alliance Leader Chen must not hold back." One of the old men said in a deep voice.

"The three of you, please." Chen Yu put his hands behind his back; only three Martial Ancestors could make him take them slightly seriously.

After all, the cultivation of the Primordial Qi Realm had already transcended the scope of martial arts. Even if these three old men came at him at the same time, they would only be bringing humiliation upon themselves.

The three old men shouted, using either fists or palms. The three stood together, and three strands of *gang* energy condensed into a sphere, shrouding them within it.

The three stepped forward in unison, their three strands of True Qi merging into one, and fiercely attacked Chen Yu.

Chen Yu stomped his right foot on the ground, and with a *crack*, the floor beneath his feet shattered. His figure flashed, and he went to meet the three old men.