Chapter 137: The First Battle (1)

Outside the east gate of Tuyang City, the originally bustling passage was now shrouded in a murderous atmosphere.

On one side were the elites of the Chen Clan, led by Chen Xiao.

On the other side was the large contingent of the Jin Clan, led by Jin Wushang.

The two sides faced each other from a distance, their invisible Auras clashing, making the air feel almost frozen.

Even the flow of people passing through the city gate consciously detoured, not daring to approach this area for fear of being caught in the impending storm.

Chen Chuan stood beside Chen Tian, his gaze calmly scanning the Jin Clan camp.

Most of the Jin Clan members wore gold or dark gold clothing, which looked somewhat piercing under the setting sun.

The leader, Jin Wushang, had a thin face and eyes as sharp as a falcon’s; his mouth habitually curled downward with an air of cruelty and meanness.

He looked at Chen Xiao with undisguised hostility.

The young Disciples of both families were the focal point of the clashing gazes.

The Jin Clan Disciples looked at the Chen Clan members with cold, condescending scrutiny, as if they were looking at a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The Chen Family Disciples, on the other hand, glared back with eyes burning with the fire of rage, their coldness resolute as they refused to back down.

Chen Chuan quietly activated the Eye of Wisdom, a faint golden light flashing deep within his eyes.

In his vision, the atmosphere of the Jin Clan camp was entirely different.

Within many of the young Disciples, a sharp and peerless Bloodline Power lay dormant, its form resembling a golden great peng about to spread its wings and fly.

Especially in one individual, the Bloodline Power surged within like a torrent, reaching a Rank Nine concentration; his Cultivation fluctuations had surprisingly reached the First Level of the Great Power Realm.

In contrast, on the Chen Clan’s side, the strongest of the younger generation, Chen Zhan, was only at the Ninth Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm, with a Rank Seven Bloodline concentration.

"Golden-Winged Great Peng Bloodline..." Chen Chuan understood in his heart.

This Bloodline Power was extremely aggressive; once activated, it would surely grant its possessor astonishing speed and highly penetrative destructive power.

While the Primordial Purple Radiance Ancestral Dragon Bloodline was overbearing and possessed incredible defense...

Against absolute speed and specialized armor-piercing capabilities, it would indeed be significantly countered.

With one side gaining while the other lost, it would likely be extremely difficult for the Chen Family Disciples to win.

"Brother Chen Xiao, I hope you have been well," Jin Wushang spoke first.

His voice was raspy with a metallic quality, breaking the silence of the scene.

"It seems everyone is here, so there’s no need for more nonsense."

"Today, we shall follow the agreement: a best-of-five match to determine the ownership of that Source Stone Vein. How about it?"

Chen Xiao’s face was cold as he said solemnly, "That suits me. Since it’s a competition, fists and feet have no eyes; life and death will be left to fate."

"Haha, good! Brother Chen Xiao is indeed straightforward!" Jin Wushang gave a sinister smile.

"Regardless of life or death, left to fate! That’s the spirit! It also prevents some juniors from being ignorant of the heights of heaven and refusing to accept their loss."

His words were pointed, drawing a burst of laughter from the Jin Clan Disciples behind him, their gazes toward the Chen Family Disciples becoming even more contemptuous.

Chen Xiao snorted coldly, "Who lives and who dies is yet to be known! Jin Wushang, I hope your Jin Clan Disciples aren’t just good with their tongues."

"Wasting words is useless; let the true skill show in our hands." Jin Wushang waved his hand with a fake smile. "Shall we begin?"

"Begin!" Chen Xiao said decisively.

As the words of the two Clan Heads fell, the atmosphere in the field instantly became tense.

For the first round, the Jin Clan sent out a young man of about twenty-five years old named Jin Yuan.

He had a lean and capable build and an arrogant gaze as he strode into the center of the field.

He undisguisedly radiated his Cultivation of the Fifth Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm, which carried a faint, sharp Aura.

His Bloodline fluctuations had also reached the Rank Five level.

"Jin Yuan is here! Who from the Chen Clan dares to come up and seek death?" Jin Yuan lifted his chin slightly, his gaze sweeping over the Chen Clan’s younger generation with provocation.

"I heard your Chen Clan’s ’Primordial Loach Bloodline’ has decent defense?"

"Unfortunately, encountering my Jin Clan’s Divine Peng today, you are destined to be torn to shreds."

"I, Jin Yuan, put my word here: I will slay my opponent on the spot in front of all of you."

"Let him know that a loach will always be a loach; it can never fly into the Nine Heavens."

Such arrogant words immediately made the Chen Family Disciples’ blood boil with rage.

"Arrogant!"

"Let me meet this mangy bird!"

A Chen Clan Disciple who also possessed a Cultivation of the Fifth Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm and a Rank Five Bloodline concentration stepped out from the crowd; it was Chen Yun.

"Jin Yuan, stop your insolence! It’s not certain who will kill whom! Today, I will pluck all your bird feathers and turn you into a featherless local chicken."

His face was resolute, and fire burned in his eyes as he stared fixedly at Jin Yuan.

"Hahaha! Senior Brother Jin Yuan, slaughter this little loach!"

"Show the Chen Clan what a real gap looks like. Before that tortoise shell of theirs is broken, they’ll already be dead."

"What bullshit dragon blood? I think it’s more like a caterpillar."

The Jin Clan Disciples shouted wildly, their words filled with extreme humiliation.

The Chen Family Disciples were not to be outdone and immediately erupted with an even louder wave of counter-shouts.

"Senior Brother Chen Yun, beat that mangy chicken to a pulp!"

"Show him the power of dragon blood! Tear his bird beak apart!"

"You Jin Clan people, can you only chirp? Let’s see if you can still laugh later."

The Disciples of both sides were at each other’s throats, their shouting shaking the sky, and the smell of gunpowder was intense to the extreme.

"Let the match begin!" the Elders from both families serving as referees shouted simultaneously.

As soon as the voices fell, the two in the field moved instantly!

"Golden Peng Art, Flickering Shadow!"

With a low shout from Jin Yuan, his figure suddenly blurred, turning into a golden afterimage with speed far exceeding others of the same rank.

In almost the blink of an eye, he had closed in on Chen Yun, his five fingers forming a claw with golden light condensing at the tips, whistling through the air as he lunged straight for Chen Yun’s throat.