A great emperor master every day—the good-for-nothing young master is having a blast!

Ye Heng may not have offended Chen Yue, but someone else has offended him.

Chen Ming is one, and his son Lin Sheng is definitely another.

Lin Sheng's sword strike back then severed Chen Yue's meridians.

At the same time, it also severed Lin Xingwei's current thoughts.

In some respects, Chen Yue's hatred for Lin Sheng might not be less than Chen Ming's.

Lin Sheng is the real culprit who has caused Chen Yue so much humiliation over the past few years.

That's what caused him to fall from his position as the pride of the Chen family, and that's why his sacred bones were removed, turning him into a useless young master who only knows how to drink.

Lin Xingwei immediately felt sweating profusely, not because he was afraid of Chen Yue, but because he was afraid of the other three.

He secretly turned his head to look at Old Sun and Old Wu of Xuanyun Holy Land. The semi-transparent sun wheel behind them, which had not yet been put away, filled him with despair.

Not to mention that Xuan Yun Holy Son, he's even more unapproachable.

Behind him was Xuan Yun Daoist, a powerful expert at the half-step King Realm. If he really got angry, eradicating the Lin family from Jiangcheng would be a matter of a snap of his fingers.

Lin Sheng remained calm and composed, unaware of the seriousness of the problem.

In his eyes, Chen Yue has always been inferior to him, both before and now.

Even though his strength was beyond imagination, easily killing Chen Ming.

But Lin Sheng still felt that Chen Ming should not be associated with him.

To avoid causing further trouble, Lin Xingwei led the Lin family members to leave in a hurry.

The referee walked onto the stage, just about to announce Chen Yue as the champion of this Chen family competition.

"Wait!" Chen Yue gestured to the referee, signaling him to stop and not move forward.

Under pressure from Chen Yue, the referee dared not go any further and slunk back off the stage.

What say can a referee have?

The head of the Chen family, Chen Zhaowu, was forced to leave; the backbone of the Chen family has withdrawn.

In the current situation, only by obeying orders can one save their life.

If he angers Chen Yue, the Holy Son of Xuan Yun might tear him apart alive.

Even when the eldest son of the Chen family was murdered in public, Chen Zhaowu was powerless to stop it and was forced to leave by the two fellow Daoists from the Holy Land.

He's just a small-time referee; if something happens to him, who can protect him?

The referee, standing below the stage, respectfully said, "Young Master Chen, please proceed."

Chen Ming remained silent, gazing quietly at the sword-wielding youth below the stage, Lin Sheng of the Lin family.

"Having watched from the audience for so long, it's time for our grudges to be settled."

"Has your strength improved over the past few years?"

Chen Yue's words left everyone confused. Wasn't the Chen family competition already over?

Grudges, grudges with whom?

Some clever people, recalling the events of that year, quickly turned their attention to the Lin family.

To be precise, he is Lin Sheng, the eldest son of the Lin family.

Everyone cast pitying glances their way, perhaps because of Chen Ming's tragic death, which made them feel sorry for the young master of the Lin family.

"The eldest son of the Chen family is dead, how can the eldest son of the Lin family escape?"

"What a joke, he's definitely not going to escape it. Back then, everyone was basically there when Lin Sheng and Chen Yue fought that battle."

"That's right. It was that sword that severed Chen Yue's path to genius. Now that he's made a strong comeback, he certainly won't let this opportunity slip by."

"I heard that the young master of the Lin family has already reached the sixth level of enlightenment. Judging from his strength, he is stronger than the young master of the Chen family. I wonder how many moves he can last."

"How many moves? Just that one move, who could withstand that!"

Lin Xingwei's lips trembled slightly as he thought to himself, "This is bad!"

I just thought of this and decided to leave with the Lin family and others.

Chen Yue stood on the stage and called his name in front of everyone. In this situation, he had no choice but to withdraw, but he couldn't withdraw at all.

He became the center of attention, and every move he made was seen by everyone.

The most painful thing is having nowhere to retreat.

Forced into a high position, Lin Xingwei could only bite the bullet and say, "Young Master Chen Yue, you are a guest. My Lin family was invited to watch the competition. How can we fight against a guest?"

Chen Yue said, "I'm willing."

"Lin Sheng, get up here right now!"

In one sentence, Lin Xingwei was rendered speechless and unable to utter a single rebuttal.

Su Yi and Xiao Xuan couldn't help but feel excited when they heard this.

"Young Master is going to go on a killing spree today!"

Su Yi thought of Chen Ming's miserable state just now, and Chen Zhaowu's aggrieved expression of anger but not daring to speak out.

He was overjoyed; this was exactly the scene he had always dreamed of.

The moment Su Yi saw Chen Ming pierced by the ice spikes, she rubbed her eyes in disbelief until Chen Ming looked lifeless and was carried away by the Chen family servants.

He then realized that it was all true!

With that Xuan Yun Holy Son backing him up, everything the young master did seemed to be taken for granted.

The killing of Chen Ming, the eldest son of the Chen family, in front of the people of Jiangcheng, was an irreconcilable hatred for the murder of his son, yet it did not elicit an extreme reaction from Chen Zhaowu.

Ultimately, what made him react this way was his fear of the two half-step Sun Wheel Realm experts from the Xuan Yun Holy Land, his fear of the Xuan Yun Holy Son, and his fear of the Xuan Yun Holy Land itself.

In this world, strength is the only true measure of success.

Even the deepest hatred can only be swallowed down.

Xiao Xuan excitedly hugged Luan Xinying, "Madam, did you hear that? The young master called out Lin Sheng's name!"

"It's that arrogant and conceited Lin Sheng from the Lin family!"

Luan Xinying's excitement was beyond words.

But unlike the two who were cheering and jumping for joy, she remained calm. Years had passed, and the hatred of the past was finally about to dissipate.

Gu Jun was surprised and murmured, "Lin Sheng... is he also the eldest young master of the Lin family, a fellow sword cultivator? Is this person also an enemy of Fellow Daoist Chen Yue?"

"What a pity, otherwise we could have gone to the Xuan Yun Holy Land to discuss swordsmanship."

"Since I have a grudge against Fellow Daoist Chen Yue, then I, the Holy Son, have no choice but to give up."

Lin Xingwei stood in front of Lin Sheng, shielding him with his body, unable to bear watching his son go on stage to his death.

Chen Ming's miserable state had left a deep impression on him, and he couldn't imagine how desperate he would feel if such a thing happened to him.

Lin Xingwei whispered, "Sheng'er, run!"

Lin Sheng remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on Chen Yue on the stage, a fierce fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

Seeing that Lin Sheng was taking his time going on stage, Chen Yue urged, "Lin Sheng, if you're scared to death, just go home and wet your pants!"

Lin Sheng strode forward, leaving his father's protection, and said firmly:

"Father, your son wants to fight!"

Men of the Lin family have no reason to back down; if it's war, then let's fight.

He was not afraid of Chen Yue. So what if he had the support of the Xuan Yun Saint Son?

Swords and spears have no eyes on the field, and Lin Sheng did not believe that he would be the one to die on the stage.

Lin Sheng's choice completely threw Lin Xingwei into a panic.

He scolded in a low voice, "Sheng'er, you're so foolish, so foolish!"

"You agreed to this competition. If something goes wrong, the Lin family can't save you, and neither can I!"

Even after all that, Lin Xingwei still couldn't dissuade Lin Sheng.

"Father, let me cripple him one more time!"

After saying this, Lin Sheng strode confidently onto the Chen family's martial arts arena.

"Chen Yue, you are even more arrogant now than you were five years ago."

"I don't know if I was arrogant five years ago, but now I certainly have the right to be arrogant in front of you."

Lin Sheng took the longsword from his back and said, "There's no point in saying more. Let's see who's stronger."