C4 The Person Who Was Born for the Blade

"Yan Nanfeng, how could you?"

"Is this the kind of shamelessness we can expect from a Prince of Yan?"

"Despicable... The Third Princess is our Yizera's royalty, not someone you can just claim as you please!"

The citizens of Ogeigh were seething with anger. If the Third Princess were truly taken by Yan Nanfeng, it would be a stain on the honor of all Yizerans!

"Mengxian, you of all people must understand my feelings. You'll forgive me in time..." Yan Nanfeng's expression was disturbingly fervent as he turned to Chang Qianyu, "Elder Qianyu, I must have her tonight!"

He had waited far too long, and every second now was agony.

"I'll capture her now and have her delivered to your estate. Tonight is sure to be splendid," Chang Qianyu said with a smirk, dismissing the very notion of Yizeran princesses as inconsequential.

In this moment, Shen Mengxian was nothing more than a bargaining chip to curry favor with Yan Nanfeng!

As he moved to act, he found Chu Tian standing protectively before Shen Mengxian, challenging him, "Elder Qianyu, Xianxian is my betrothed. How could I simply hand her over?"

"Chu Tian? I once saw you as a rare talent, but it turns out you're worthless. I've spared you only out of respect for your father. This woman is no longer yours to claim!" Chang Qianyu sneered, his voice brooking no argument.

Chu Tian looked up at the other two elders of the Coldtalons Sect, their expressions now icy, devoid of any previous warmth.

"Old fool... Xianxian is here, and if you want her, you'll have to get through me, Chu Tian!" he laughed heartily, his eyes glinting with a chilling resolve.

His blade had not tasted blood in far too long!

The sword hummed within its sheath, silent, biding its time for the moment it would quench its thirst.

"Do you really think a firefly can outshine the moon?" Chang Qianyu's contempt was palpable, his eyes blazing with fury.

When did a lowly peasant dare to challenge him? Perhaps Coldtalons had been dormant for far too long.

Swish!

A chilling killing intent radiated from Chang Qianyu's being, overwhelming everyone present with visions of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The horrific sight seemed to plunge them into the depths of hell, their limbs turned icy, and their souls shook with terror.

Clang!

A blade was drawn, and a lock of hair drifted to the ground with the breeze.

"Scoundrel!"

Chang Qianyu was both shocked and furious. He hadn't anticipated that Chu Tian, this worthless fool, would have the audacity to unsheathe his sword under his imposing aura.

The target of the strike was Yan Nanfeng. Had his reflexes not been so swift, it would have been his head, not just a lock of his hair, that was severed!

The blade had moved so swiftly that it nearly escaped his vision, leaving him struggling to track its path.

Fortunately for Yan Nanfeng, the display of talent Chu Tian had previously shown in martial arts had now reached its limit.

At this moment, he was nothing more than a failure who hadn't earned the Martial Tablet's recognition.

Yan Nanfeng's face was ashen. For a brief moment, he had tasted the flavor of death.

If not for Elder Qianyu's intervention, he might have been decapitated. Regaining his composure, he glared at Chu Tian with venomous spite, "Chu Tian, rest assured, I will take good care of Mengxian..."

"Haha..." Chu Tian let out a contemptuous laugh. Yan Nanfeng's attempt to provoke him was laughable. Even with an extra lifetime, such tactics could not unsettle him.

But Yan Nanfeng had crossed a line. This man... had to be eliminated!

"What's so funny?" Yan Nanfeng, red with rage and embarrassment, pointed at Chu Tian and bellowed, "Elder Qianyu, kill him!"

Chang Qianyu nodded silently, his gaze as cold as ice as he fixed it on Chu Tian. "So be it, you shall die!"

He struck down with his palm, and an invisible surge of energy instantly shrouded everyone present.

"What a fearsome strike... Is this the power of a martial cultivator?"

"Is this my end? Martial cultivators are invincible..."

Many faces were stricken with despair as they watched the descending palm with horror-filled eyes.

Chang Qianyu's strike was merciless, enveloping an entire area with his palm.

He intended to set an example for these lowly people, demonstrating that the Coldtalons Sect was an exalted entity, capable of determining the fate of these ants with a mere word.

"Tian, forget about Xianxian and run!" Shen Mengxian's face was ashen, her purple eyes brimming with despair.

Chu Tian remained still, shielding Shen Mengxian. A flicker of madness sparked in his tranquil gaze.

Facing the strike with his current power would mean certain death, but Xianxian was right behind him.

To retreat was to concede... and he would not concede!

His muscles were taut, and in a moment, he reached a pinnacle of readiness.

"That blade will work!" Determination flashed in Chu Tian's eyes as he wielded the cold blade in a deceptively intricate arc.

The blade's tip danced like a dragon, Chu Tian standing firm as a mountain.

This strike was named - Dragon's Fury!

A blinding white brilliance burst from the blade, sending heart-stopping ripples radiating from Chu Tian.

The silent black-robed elder leapt to his feet, his murky eyes locked onto Chu Tian, internally bellowing, "Yes, there's no mistake, he is the one born for the blade!"

Others winced in pain, tears streaming down as a chill swept over them in the wake of the white light.

Clothes were sliced open, and in a flash, their bodies bore several bloody marks.

"Retreat, get out of here quickly, stay away from them!"

"This is bad!"

Chang Qianyu was filled with dread. No matter how gifted a failure was, he shouldn't be able to unleash such a fearsome strike.

In a panic, Chang Qianyu let his spiritual energy erupt, bellowing as he struck out towards the cold blade.

With a flash of white light and a spray of blood, an arm was severed, soaring through the air before thudding to the ground.

"Ah! Chu Tian, you severed my arm, and I swear you'll rue the day you were born!" Chang Qianyu's hair was wild, and he had the look of a madman. His eyes, bloodshot with rage, bore into Chu Tian. The pain twisted his features into a grotesque mask, reminiscent of a vengeful spirit from the depths of hell.

The crowd was stunned!

Chu Tian had managed to shock everyone. A man with no cultivation had just severed the arm of a martial cultivator. It was unlikely that there was another soul in all of Southreach capable of such a feat.

"Xianxian, rest assured, as long as I, Chu Tian, draw breath, I will not let them prevail." Chu Tian's complexion was ghostly white, betraying the toll that the previous strike had taken on him, depleting his very essence.

Yet, he remained standing, fueled solely by sheer force of will.

Even the slightest touch might be the final blow that would bring Chu Tian to his knees...

"Kneel before me!" Chang Qianyu bellowed, his palm strike causing the pavilion itself to shudder.

As the palm descended towards Chu Tian's head, an enraged shout echoed from nearby.

"Halt! You shall not lay a finger on my son!"

A figure soared through the air like a mighty roc, meeting Chang Qianyu's palm with his own in a thunderous clap.

Bang!

Both men staggered back two steps. Chang Qianyu, already wounded, felt his internal energies roil and spat out a mouthful of blood, then bellowed at the newcomer.

"Chu Wuhan, do you truly believe the Coldtalons Sect is without defenders?"