The System Arrives: Leading My Clan to Become the Strongest

112: Chapter 112 Huangfu Shaoyuan’s Angry”Puchi—”

Blood splattered, and a muffled groan echoed through the night sky.

Huangfu Canglan’s entire right arm, along with the Bronze Longsword in his hand, was severed by Jiang Chen’s sword light, falling to the ground with a dull thud.

Blood gushed from the wound, staining his bright yellow brocade robe red.

Huangfu Canglan staggered back a few steps, his Face as pale as paper and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He clutched his bleeding wound, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

He could clearly feel that Jiang Chen’s sword strike just now had not only severed his arm but also nearly injured his Nascent Soul.

However, he also saw that Jiang Chen was only giving him a warning and had no intention of killing him; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been just an arm, and his life would have been forfeit by now.

Beside him, Huangfu Jinghong and Huangfu Xuance, who witnessed this scene, were already dumbfounded, their bodies stiff.

They had originally thought that with Huangfu Canglan and the two of them backing him up, they could easily take down Jiang Chen even if he was a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

But witnessing Huangfu Canglan’s arm being severed in a single move, the confidence in their hearts instantly collapsed, replaced by deep solemnity and fear.

Jiang Chen’s sword strike just now seemed casual, yet it contained exquisite Profound Truths of the Dao of the Sword and majestic spiritual power.

They could clearly feel that within that sword light, there were not only spiritual power fluctuations of the Nascent Soul Stage but also a faint, terrifying Aura that did not belong to the Nascent Soul.

They had no doubt that if they had stepped forward, their fate would not have been much better than Huangfu Canglan’s, and they might even have perished directly.

For a moment, the two of them stood rooted to the spot, unable to advance or retreat, their Faces filled with hesitation and wariness.

Of the three imperial Nascent Soul Ancestors who had been so aggressive moments ago, only two remained unharmed now, yet they no longer dared to act rashly.

Jiang Chen’s gaze swept over the pale-faced Huangfu Jinghong and Huangfu Xuance. He ignored them and looked back at Huangfu Canglan, his eyes filled with a trace of disdain.

”With just this much ability, you dare to meddle in my affairs?”

Jiang Chen said indifferently, his voice carrying a majesty that looked down upon the world.

”Today’s matter is a private grudge between my Jiang Family and the Zhao Family. It has nothing to do with your Huangfu Family. If you dare to say another word, even if you are the Huangfu Imperial Family, don’t blame me for being impolite!”

After saying that, a powerful pressure erupted from Jiang Chen’s body once more. This time, the pressure was even more terrifying than before, directly locking onto Huangfu Canglan and Huangfu Xuance.

The two of them trembled and subconsciously retreated several steps, their eyes filled with fear, not daring to make any further moves.

As for Huangfu Jinghong, Jiang Chen did not release any pressure at all. Although his gaze toward him had also cooled slightly, it lacked that overbearing chill and had a hint of imperceptible restraint.

This difference in treatment made Huangfu Xuance’s heart skip a beat, but he didn’t dare to ask more.

Huangfu Jinghong was also stunned for a moment, his fingers hanging by his side curling slightly.

He naturally understood Jiang Chen’s intention—he was giving him some Face for the sake of Jinyuan and Shenghua.

He opened his mouth to say something, but saw that Jiang Chen had already looked away toward the horizon. His robes fluttered in the night wind, and the suffocating pressure around him slowly receded, leaving only a faint coldness.

”Begone.”

A single word dropped lightly, yet it carried an indisputable power.

Huangfu Xuance felt as if he had been granted a great amnesty. He quickly supported the pale, shivering Huangfu Canglan, picked up the Bronze Longsword and the severed arm, and staggered away.

Although his arm had been severed, with the strength of the Nascent Soul Realm, it would still be quite simple to reattach it.

Only Huangfu Jinghong remained.

He looked at Jiang Chen’s figure, remained silent for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, ”Regarding today’s matter, I thank Fellow Daoist Jiang for showing mercy.”

Jiang Chen didn’t look back, his voice flat and emotionless: ”I’m not showing mercy to you, but to Shenghua and Brother Jinyan.”

After a pause, he added: ”Tell the Huangfu Imperial Family to keep their people in check. If they dare to interfere in my business again, don’t blame me for...”

The rest of the sentence was left unsaid, but the threat within was self-evident.

Huangfu Jinghong’s heart tightened, and he cupped his hands again: ”I understand.”

Jiang Chen waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

Huangfu Jinghong gave him a deep look and turned to leave.

The night deepened, and the cold wind carried away the scent of blood into the air.

The people from other families watching nearby were Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering when they saw this. They lowered their heads and turned to leave quietly, not daring to look at Jiang Chen again.

They had only one thought in their minds: Jiang Chen is too strong! Even the imperial Nascent Soul Ancestor had an arm severed by his sword. Such strength probably makes him the number one person in the entire Yuan Kingdom!

Under the night sky, Jiang Chen stood proudly upon the ruins of the Zhao Family estate. His robes fluttered, and the pitch-black spiritual power around him flowed like the underworld, with the pressure of the Nascent Soul Stage enveloping the surroundings.

A world-shaking battle of clan extermination ended with Jiang Chen’s complete victory.

And the layout of the Capital also underwent earth-shaking changes at this moment.

The name Jiang Chen echoed through every corner of the Capital like a clap of thunder, becoming an existence that no one dared to provoke.

The night was as dark as ink, and the Zichen Hall deep within the imperial palace remained brightly lit.

The coiled dragon candles on the gilded candle holders flickered, casting the majestic Face behind the imperial desk into alternating light and shadow.

Emperor of Yuan Kingdom, Huangfu Shaoyuan, gripped the armrests of the dragon throne tightly. His knuckles turned white from the force, and the cold Aura radiating from him almost froze the warmth in the hall.

”What did you say?!”

He suddenly raised his voice, his body leaning forward slightly under his dragon robe, his gaze cutting into the general kneeling in the hall like a knife.

”Jiang Chen not only slaughtered the entire Zhao Family but also dared to strike at my three Imperial Uncles?!”

At this moment, a man in black knelt in the center of the hall, but the Aura he emitted was surprisingly that of the Middle Stage of the Golden Core.

With such a major event happening at the Zhao Estate, the entire Capital had seen it. As the emperor’s eyes and ears, the Xuanying Guards naturally noticed and went there immediately. Seeing Jiang Chen exterminate the Zhao Family and later sever an arm of Old Ancestor Canglan, he didn’t continue watching and returned directly to the palace to report.

In a corner of the hall knelt a Foundation Establishment Realm general. He was the general who had come from Jingyun Courtyard a step earlier than the Xuanying Guard. At this moment, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his forehead was pressed firmly against the cold gold bricks, trembling with fear.

When Jiang Chen left Jingyun Courtyard and headed for the Zhao Estate, he had come directly to the palace. He had come fast enough, but someone was even faster—no, it should be said that Jiang Chen was faster than imagined.

He had just arrived to report the matter when the Xuanying Guard arrived right after to report the destruction of the Zhao Estate and even the loss of the Old Ancestor’s arm.

At this moment, he had only one thought: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?