Chapter 4
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Liu Longhui shouted furiously.
Jiang Yunhao remained unmoved, casually sweeping his gaze over the crowd.
Familiar faces were present—except Liu Ruyan.
He realized she must have gone to Jiang Lingxiao.
Hmph, Jiang Yunhao shook his head, temporarily ignoring it.
A new figure caught his attention: the young man in fine clothing at the head seat, flanked by two grey-robed elders.
The young man drank calmly, unbothered by the commotion.
“Jiang Yunhao, your family’s teachings produced such an insolent scoundrel?”
“Your father’s disappearance left you untrained, so allow me to educate you in his stead!”
Liu Longhui’s face was icy.
Jiang Yunhao looked at him:
“Haha, old man, giving you face… A mere petty soldier dares lecture me?”
His disdain was evident.
Liu Longhui froze.
For three years, Jiang Yunhao had treated him with utmost respect.
Now… he dared to retort?!
“No need for chatter. I am here to annul the marriage.”
Jiang Yunhao produced the marriage contract, and with a gesture, it shattered.
Magic surged, scattering fragments like falling snow.
Liu Longhui and the Liu family froze.
Only now, seeing the contract destroyed, did they truly believe the rumors.
“Outrageous! So rude!”
Liu Longhui shouted in fury.
“Silence.”
Jiang Yunhao waved his hand disdainfully, as if shooing flies.
“I have already been polite enough. Now that the contract is void, return my betrothal gifts—the Tian Sui Essence and all the heavenly materials from the past three years.”
“What?!”
The Liu family’s faces turned as if they had eaten excrement.
The betrothal gift had long been used!
The gifts sent over three years? Gone.
Without them, the Liu family could never have risen to a first-rate family in just three years.
“Return them? With what?”
Liu Longhui twitched angrily.
He intended to intimidate Jiang Yunhao, assuming the submissive Young Lord would not dare demand the gifts.
But Jiang Yunhao ignored him entirely.
Seeing this unfamiliar Young Lord, Liu Longhui instinctively glanced at Luo Feng.
Luo Feng calmly wiped his mouth with silk and slowly rose.
“Interesting. Truly the Young Lord of the Jiang family, domineering indeed.”
“But as a Young Lord, using family status to bully a minor clan—is that proper?”
Luo Feng smirked disdainfully.
Seeing Luo Feng defend the Liu family, their confidence returned, and they mocked Jiang Yunhao.
Jiang Yunhao noticed the subtle shift in expressions.
He simply looked at Luo Feng:
“Leave.”
Poof!
The black-clad attendants behind Jiang Yunhao couldn’t hold back their laughter.
The Young Lord is assertive!
“When did our Young Lord become so strong?”
“Hahaha, Long live the Young Lord!”
The three elders communicated secretly, suppressing laughter, faces red.
“Bold! Do you know who this is?”
“This is the Holy Son of the Great Luo Sword Sect, whose status rivals Jiang Yunhao’s!”
“To insult him is to risk an immortal war between two powers!”
The Liu family quickly chimed in.
Ah, the Great Luo Sword Sect’s Holy Son.
Jiang Yunhao understood.
Luo Feng assumed Jiang Yunhao feared him and remained haughty.
“Haha, ignorant and fearless. But I am magnanimous; no need to quarrel with you.”
He shifted tone: “But since I have spoken for the Liu family, this matter shall end here.”
Luo Feng felt no fear of Jiang Yunhao.
With the backing of the Great Luo Sword Sect, Jiang Yunhao’s reputation among peers was trivial—merely an empty title, weak in power.
A proud prodigy from a great family, he naturally disdained Jiang Yunhao.
Luo Feng basked in the Liu family’s admiration, especially the women’s meaningful glances, enjoying the attention.
“You intend to interfere?”
Before Luo Feng finished, Jiang Yunhao coldly interrupted.
This brat dares interrupt me? Shameless!
Luo Feng’s expression darkened.
“Jiang Yunhao, don’t blame me for warning you—don’t rely on your Jiang family to bully!
We are peers. Powers like ours do not prevent young prodigies from fighting each other!
Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are heaven’s will! Die, and blame no one!”
His words were filled with murderous intent.
Jiang Yunhao’s eyes lit up.
“Third Elder, is this true? Young prodigies of great families fight without regard for life or death?” Jiang Yunhao asked in surprise.
“Yes, Young Lord. Especially among great families, the principle for nurturing heirs is to encourage competition. Through bloody battles, they prove their cultivation and achieve success. Even the strongest flower in a greenhouse can be fragile,” the Third Elder replied.
“Ah.” Jiang Yunhao nodded.
Now he felt reassured.
He had been debating whether to kill Luo Feng or simply defeat him on the spot.
Clearly, the mindset of a great family is different from a small clan.
No wonder Luo Feng dared to show hostility in Shangluo City.
Very well. Jiang Yunhao had just broken through to the Grand Perfection of the Bone Tempering Realm—perfect to test his strength.
Luo Feng misread Jiang Yunhao’s composure as fear.
“Understood?” Luo Feng sneered.
For other Jiang Young Lords, he might care—but Jiang Yunhao?
A useless sycophant, wasted three years licking a woman.
Heh, hardly worth notice.
“Hmm, then the matter is simple. I’ll deal with you first.”
Jiang Yunhao suddenly declared.
The crowd fell silent.
Luo Feng froze, staring at Jiang Yunhao in disbelief.
“You, a sycophantic fool, dare to threaten the Holy Son?”
Luo Feng laughed with anger, his rage surging.
“Giving you face, yet don’t even know your place.”
“Very well, I shall personally tear you apart!”
Feeling his authority challenged, Luo Feng flew forward, his palm smashing toward Jiang Yunhao’s head.
Only he dared act—both were of equal noble status.
The Liu family’s eyes brightened.
Jiang Yunhao truly did not know his limits!
In full view of everyone, Luo Feng’s murderous intent surged as he unleashed a palm strike toward Jiang Yunhao!
Among great families, there was a tacit understanding—not to prevent young prodigies from fighting each other.
But elder experts absolutely could not intervene, or else the meaning would change entirely.
The three elders behind Jiang Yunhao felt a chill down their spines, their smiles freezing in place.
“This is bad! The Young Lord is in danger!”
“Luo Feng has been famous for a long time, renowned as a genius among the younger generation, while the Young Lord has wasted years—he likely cannot match Luo Feng!”
“The Young Lord seems to have rushed in…”
The three elders saw this and were anxious, though they had already prepared to immediately intervene if Jiang Yunhao were in peril.
Even Jiang Yunhao, facing Luo Feng’s strike filled with murderous intent, immediately braced himself.
He gathered his strength and met Luo Feng’s palm with his fist.
The aura of the Grand Perfection of the Bone-Tempering Realm suddenly erupted!
Blood surged, energy roared!
The punch even produced a sonic boom.
A force equivalent to nine million jin was displayed without restraint!
“What?! This aura…”
Luo Feng was the first to sense it, his pupils suddenly contracting.
Before he could react—
Bang!
Their hands collided.
Crack!
A sickening, teeth-gritting sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out.
An unbelievable scene unfolded!
“Ah~”
Luo Feng screamed in agony. To the naked eye, his entire right arm had shattered—bones broken, muscles torn, blood and flesh scattered!
The next instant, a fist violently pierced through his chest.
Luo Feng—
Frozen in midair like a specimen, impaled by Jiang Yunhao’s punch!
Luo Feng was stunned, eyes wide in disbelief.
The excitement on the faces of the Liu family vanished; they froze in place.
The three elders were dumbfounded.
“So… I’m really this strong?”
Until Jiang Yunhao spoke in puzzlement, everyone finally realized the truth.
Truthfully, Jiang Yunhao hadn’t expected to be this powerful.
The Grand Perfection achieved through the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, absorbing countless heavenly materials, was far stronger than peers of the same level.
“No… wait, it’s just that you’re too weak.”
The next moment, Jiang Yunhao shook his head.
Pff!
A mouthful of blood surged from Luo Feng’s mouth; his vision went black, almost fainting on the spot.
To be struck so thoroughly—his mind and heart were utterly shattered.
“How dare you, brat!”
“Stop!”
A sudden roar rang out. Luo Feng’s grey-robed guardian dashed toward Jiang Yunhao.
As a protector, his duty was to save his master in danger.
While normally he could not intervene, saving a life was permissible.
However—three shadows faster than the grey-robed guardian appeared like phantoms, confronting him.
It was the Third Elder, Fifth Elder, and another.
A casual strike sent the guardian flying.
The aura of these God Realm elders swept out like an abyss, as if three ancient divine mountains had manifested around Jiang Yunhao.
The ground cracked, opulent halls trembled in despair, and under their divine energy, the entire hall vanished into dust!
“No! You Jiang family members cannot kill the Holy Son of the Great Luo Sword Sect! Are you trying to ignite an immortal war between our two powers?!”
The grey-robed elder’s mouth oozed blood, horrified at Jiang Yunhao and the others.
He had heard of this so-called “useless” Young Lord of the Jiang family—one of the eight branches—but no one had ever feared him.
Yet today, those silently following Jiang Yunhao were revealed as three God Realm elders!
“Eh? Then why would it be an immortal war?”
“Didn’t the Holy Son himself say that young prodigies fight among themselves without involving their clans?”
“Yeah, Third Brother, I didn’t hear wrong. Luo Feng himself said that!”
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