Chapter 120: The Chen Family's Land and Legacy!

Before them stood a youthful face, no older than eighteen or nineteen, with features still tinged by a trace of youthful innocence. Yet beneath that tender exterior lay an indifference far beyond his years.

The burly man’s pupils contracted slightly. How swift—none present had noticed when this boy had appeared in the hall, as if he had materialized from thin air.

An invisible yet overwhelming pressure bore down on the crowd like a crushing weight. The burly man felt a sudden chill, as if plunged into an icy abyss. Drawing upon years of mercenary experience, he instinctively drew the pistol at his waist and fired at the youth.

The gunshot thundered deafeningly. From drawing the gun to pulling the trigger had been but a moment; his reflexes, honed by countless overseas mercenary battles, were near superhuman.

Moreover, this pistol had been specially modified. A single bullet was capable of piercing steel armor. He almost envisioned the boy’s head exploding from the shot.

“Your so-called ‘Danna’ authority is worth less than dog dung! I said—”

His words were cut short as he witnessed the most terrifying sight of his life.

The youth before him calmly extended his palm and, with a formidable physical strength, grasped the armor-piercing bullet out of midair.

Such a scene nearly dropped the jaws of all present.

Killing intent blazed in Jiang Yu’s eyes. How dare these insignificant insects provoke the might of a Danna?

“A Danna? This seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy is truly a Danna in today’s world?”

The burly man, as if seeing ghosts, turned and fled without hesitation, shouting loudly toward the sniper lurking outside, “Shoot now!”

But no response came.

Jiang Yu clenched his five fingers in the direction of the fleeing man. To the crowd, whose pupils had shrunk to the size of almond seeds, the void around the burly man suddenly constricted sharply. His nearly six-foot-tall frame exploded instantly into a cloud of blood mist.

The mercenary king, seasoned in battles abroad and refined to the level of energy condensation, could not withstand even a single move from this youth. Like a fly swatted casually aside, he was no more.

“Who are you? Why interfere with the affairs of the Han family?” The hunchbacked elder scowled fiercely and roared.

Among those present, only this master of energy transformation dared to speak.

“Annoying.” Jiang Yu waved his hand casually, and the elder’s body burst apart inch by inch, perishing on the spot.

A gasp escaped many. A renowned energy master felled with a single slap?

Such a feat was worthy of immortal martial arts.

Silence enveloped the hall. Joy swiftly turned to sorrow. Just moments ago, the Danna’s authority had been insulted, only to be met by the appearance of a contemporary Danna who stormed the hall in fury. Much of his wrath was surely fueled by that insult to the Danna’s dignity.

They had dared to trample on the Danna’s prestige because they had counted on Chen Jianyan’s fading strength. Even if he was insulted, they believed no great upheaval would follow.

Yet today, the Chen family had unexpectedly produced another energy Danna, a nearly transcendent being whose cultivation made him a sovereign presence wherever he stood.

Outside the hall, Chen Chuwan and many Chen family members arrived belatedly. Seeing the grisly scene, their hearts shattered and they wept bitterly. It turned out the elders had deliberately sent them away to escape the clutches of these villains.

Yet no sooner had they left than the Chen family was nearly wiped out.

“Father!” Chen Chuwan screamed, swaying unsteadily, a sharp dagger of pain stabbing through her palm.

Chen Jianyan’s demise was like the collapse of the heavens for the entire family. In an instant, their pillar was gone. The separation a month prior was now an eternal farewell.

Chen Kun knelt on the ground, tears filling his fierce eyes, powerless.

Chen Xiao and others crouched, sobbing uncontrollably, grief overwhelming them.

Those left in the hall all dropped to their knees, begging for mercy: “Elder, spare us! This matter was orchestrated by the Han family of Jiuding City and the Blackwater Bodyguard Company. It has nothing to do with us!”

These men had merely come to assist in the fight, but did not expect to encounter an energy Danna. Their courage was shattered, and their last sliver of hope vanished like smoke.

Jiang Yu inhaled deeply, looking upon the Chen family’s calamity with lingering sorrow. These were all bloodline of Chen Shanhe. During his absence, they had been ruthlessly slaughtered. Had he arrived even a moment later, the Chen family might have been utterly annihilated.

“Is this Chen Jianyan?” Jiang Yu observed the corpse before him and sensed that seven or eight parts of his meridians had been destroyed. An ordinary energy master would have perished long ago from such injuries.

Only a contemporary energy Danna could have endured so long.

The remaining wild, violent aura within him showed he had attempted to forcibly ignite his vital energy and blood, sacrificing his life to unleash a final Danna radiance.

But this secret technique required time to activate, and he was sniped during that interval.

Had he held on until Jiang Yu’s arrival, those injuries would have been trivial, easily healed with a single pill.

The Chen family gazed at the kneeling men with unbounded hatred. Were it not for Jiang Yu’s presence, they might have already torn these villains apart.

The Qin family girl looked at Chen Jianyan’s corpse and murmured, “Qin’s family... did we truly err? What kind of being have we provoked this time?”

Having witnessed Jiang Yu’s many deadly techniques, a deep fear had taken root in her heart. She pondered ceaselessly: if Jiang Yu were to strike the Qin family, would the patriarch be his match?

Even the patriarch himself would hardly be able to kill a half-step Danna as easily as one slays chickens and dogs, would he?

Jiang Yu unleashed a vast divine sense, scanning every inch of space. Upon entering the Chen family mountain, he detected a faint familiar aura hidden dozens of meters deep in the mountain, nearly exhausted, on the verge of death.

Like a candle burning at its end, any slightest disturbance from outside would snuff out the fragile flame.

Divine sense, intangible and insubstantial, passed through crevices effortlessly. Within a radius of hundreds of meters, no life force escaped Jiang Yu’s perception.

Jiang Yu did not kill those remaining. To him, they were mere ants. If he had wanted to kill, he would have done it earlier. Now, they were not worth his special effort.

More than anything, Jiang Yu wished to know whether Chen Shanhe still lived.

Now, an answer had formed in his heart. Slowly opening his eyes, he smiled softly, “Old friend, come out and have a chat.”

Jiang Yu no longer concealed his aura. An overwhelming pressure surged like a vast ocean, sweeping across the four directions. In an instant, all present felt as if bearing the weight of mountains upon their backs, as if Mount Tai itself were collapsing upon them. Everyone fell to their knees, struggling to endure.

“What an astonishing spiritual will!” many exclaimed in shock. In mere minutes, sweat drenched their bodies as if they were about to collapse. Masters capable of manipulating reality with spiritual will were renowned everywhere—yet this youth was unheard of.

At this moment, only one question filled their minds: who exactly was this boy? Not only was his magic peerless, but his spiritual will was overwhelmingly powerful. Could he be a master of both arcane and martial arts?

An iceberg reveals its true magnitude only when it surfaces. Jiang Yu was that iceberg. By unleashing all his aura, it was as if the entire iceberg was lifted from beneath the waves.

Such overwhelming power made even souls tremble.

The Qin family girl widened her eyes and despaired, “Jiang Yu, is this your true strength?”

What was he intending?

Each heart harbored these questions, and most unsettling of all was a vague sense of dread, as if some terrifying force was about to awaken.

At this moment, on the Chen family mountain, birds took flight in unison, beasts scattered in panic. The pet dog lying in the courtyard barked wildly, then whimpered, tucking its tail and trembling in a corner.

The chickens, ducks, cattle, and sheep tended halfway up the mountain all became agitated, as if the apocalypse had descended, thrown into chaos.

That aura grew ever more distinct.

“What on earth is happening?” Chen Chuwan lowered her gaze to the fleeing rats, her face vacant. For a moment, she forgot her father’s death, overwhelmed by boundless terror.

All creatures were fleeing for their lives.

No—something was amiss.

She raised her head sharply and noticed that besides the imposing aura Jiang Yu had released, there was another, even greater presence. Initially faint, it had become unmistakably powerful after several minutes, surpassing Jiang Yu’s own aura.

Under that presence, birds and beasts scattered; domestic fowl crouched low, as if kneeling before a sovereign.

At that moment, Jiang Yu opened his eyes wide and bellowed, “Chen Shanhe, if not now, when else?”