“Three moves? Even if Jasper Chu let Evan Chu make a hundred moves, Evan wouldn’t stand a chance!”
“Exactly! Jasper Chu is shameless. How dare he claim he’s doing this out of old friendship?”
“I heard Jasper Chu owes all his achievements to Thomas Chu’s guidance, but now he’s raising a sword against Thomas Chu’s son, Evan Chu. That’s the definition of an ingrate!”
...
As the crowd buzzed with gossip, Ian Song just smiled. “You’re sure you want to let me make three moves?”
“That’s right! Go ahead!”
Jasper Chu’s brow twitched. The whispers from the crowd made him deeply uncomfortable.
“Alright then. Get ready—I’m making my move!”
As he spoke, Ian Song stepped forward.
Buzz!
A wave of yellow light burst out from Ian, radiating from his body and swallowing Jasper Chu in an instant. Suddenly, Jasper felt as if ten thousand pounds had pressed down on him—his whole body sank, and a sense of dread crept into his heart.
At that moment, Ian closed the distance, coming right up to Jasper.
A flash of sword light!
With a sickening sound, Jasper’s head flew high into the air, blood spraying everywhere and turning the ground red.
Under the stunned gazes of everyone present, Jasper Chu’s headless body crashed to the ground.
For a traitor like Jasper Chu, Ian Song had no intention of sparing his life, no matter how useful he might have been. Before even coming here, Ian had already marked Jasper as someone who had to die.
Silence.
Utter silence.
The noisy crowd was suddenly struck dumb. Many people’s voices caught in their throats.
After two heartbeats of silence, the entire crowd gasped in unison.
At the same time, the way everyone looked at Ian Song changed.
There was shock, awe, and even a bit of fear.
Jasper Chu might only be early Divine Sea, but he fought like a mid-stage expert. Yet Evan Chu just took his head off with one sword—doesn’t that mean Evan’s strength is at least late Divine Sea, maybe even higher?
As for Drake Chu, his expression was even more complex—stunned, surprised, furious, and totally caught off guard.
Today, Ian Song was dressed in a snowy white robe.
His long hair was tied with a simple black-and-white cord, his handsome young face calm and composed. After killing Jasper Chu with one sword, his blade vanished, and he stood there with his hands behind his back, radiating an effortless heroic aura.
So after a brief moment of shock, some unmarried girls began to look at him with infatuation. Even the heads of the four great families started wondering if they had any beautiful daughters at home.
Just then, Ian Song’s voice rang out, clear and strong.
Drake Chu, Stone Chu—who wants to die first?
At those words, Drake Chu and Stone Chu’s faces changed dramatically.
Drake Chu shouted coldly, "Evan Chu, we’re your uncle and third uncle. How dare you call us by name? That’s outright rebellion!"
Do you even deserve that title?
Ian Song sneered, “When my father was alive, he treated you both well and let you hold all the power. The moment he died, you couldn’t wait to attack his only son, Evan Chu. Don’t you think your behavior is disgusting?”
Scoundrel! You’re still stirring up trouble at a time like this! Die!
As soon as he finished, Drake Chu drew a longsword and stepped within three meters of Ian Song. With a heavy slash, a five-to-six meter blaze of sword-qi shot toward Ian.
Heh!
Ian Song sneered, and the vanished short sword reappeared in his hand.
Godpiercer!
All anyone saw was a flash of blood; Ian Song was suddenly behind Drake Chu, his back turned.
Drake Chu just stood there, frozen.