Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 150 - Suppressing the Scoundrels

“How dare he? How dare he cripple Tan Yunbao and slap Liu Ruyan? Does he not realize the disaster this will bring to the clan?”

“Great. He handed Grand Elder’s group the perfect excuse to force the patriarch to step down.”

“......”

The people outside whispered among themselves, some growing resentful toward Chen Fan.

“Big Brother Chen Fan...”

Chen Qingqing was also in the crowd. She overheard the commotion and became worried. However, determination soon replaced her worry, and she went inside.

“Patriarch, Grand Elder, this matter is my fault. It has nothing to do with Big Brother Chen Fan. If you want to blame somebody, then blame me,” Chen Qingqing said after entering.

“Audacious! Who allowed you to come in here? This is no place for you to speak!” Chen Hai’s eyes turned cold. An imposing aura surged, striking Chen Qingqing and sending her flying. She soon crashed on the floor and vomited blood.

Fearing that Chen Zhengqing and others might shift all blame onto Chen Qingqing, he had acted swiftly.

Chen Fan didn’t expect Chen Hai to immediately lay his hand on Chen Qingqing. He vanished from his spot and rushed out with Chen Qingqing in his arms. “Qingqing...”

Chen Qingqing bled from her seven orifices, her breath feeble.

As a first-level practitioner facing the aura attack of an eighth-level expert, she was utterly powerless.

“Big Brother Chen Fan... sor... sorry...” Chen Qingqing\'s eyes dimmed, her voice faint as a mosquito.

Chen Fan shook his head and said, “Don’t speak. Don’t worry; nothing will happen to you. With me here, you won’t die!”

He quickly retrieved some healing pills and forced them down Chen Qingqing\'s throat, ensuring she clung to life.

Fortunately, Chen Qingqing didn’t succumb immediately to Chen Hai’s attack.

After getting a servant to look after the fainted Chen Qingqing, Chen Fan slowly stood up, casting an icy gaze at Chen Tianyin, Chen Hai, and the others. “Who wants my father’s position? And who wants mine? Step out, all of you!”

“Xiaofan...”

Chen Zhengqing and Chen Tianxiong’s expressions fell.

“No need to say anything, Father, Grandfather. I will handle this matter.” Chen Fan stopped Chen Zhengqing.

He had no intention of wasting words on Chen Tianyin’s group. Everything would be settled with strength.

“Little rascal, what do you mean by this?” Chen Hai shouted with malice.

“What do I mean?”

Suddenly, Chen Fan walked toward Chen Hai.

“Xiaofan, this is not the time for you to put on a strong front. Come back.” Chen Zhengqing beckoned with his hand.

Chen Fan didn’t stop. His voice rang as he said, “Father, Grandfather, just watch. It’s time to tidy up the Chen Clan a bit, or all kinds of monsters and freaks will dare to start causing trouble!”

“Little bastard, you’re too insolent!”

Chen Hai erupted in anger at Chen Fan\'s characterization. His aura flared, and his palm shot toward Chen Fan\'s head. “I’ll teach you a proper lesson before your father today. I’ll let you know what it means to show respect!”

“Teach me a lesson? Are you worthy?”

Facing Chen Hai’s palm, Chen Fan struck out lightly with his fist. Immediately, a snapping sound rang out.

Observers covered their eyes, assuming the bone-snapping noise had come from Chen Fan.

“Chen Hai, if you dare hurt my son, I’ll never let—”

Chen Zhengqing abruptly stopped speaking as Chen Hai flew back, the table and chairs breaking into pieces upon impact.

“Ah, my hand, my hand!” Chen Hai fell on the floor, wailing in pain.

Chen Fan had broken his entire arm, pulverizing every inch of his bones.

Shock rippled through the hall\'s occupants. Even the onlookers outside were stunned.

Chen Fan walked over, stepped on Chen Hai’s face, and said coldly, “You’d best stop crying, or I’ll kill you!”

The air in the entire hall turned heavy. Chen Hai trembled, sensing the icy, murderous intent emanating from Chen Fan. He knew that Chen Fan would unquestionably follow through on his threat if he made any more noise.

“Dahai!” [1]

Chen Tianyin finally came back to his senses.

Seeing Chen Fan stepping on Chen Hai, he roared furiously, “You little bastard, quickly let go of Dahai. He’s your senior!”

“My senior? I don’t acknowledge that.”

Chen Fan’s expression was icy. His indifferent gaze sent a shiver into Chen Tianyin’s heart.

“You... insolent!”

Chen Tianyin’s eyes turned bloodshot from anger, and his aura went berserk, whipping up a strong wind inside the hall.

No one anticipated that Chen Hai, an eighth-level expert, would have his arm crippled in a single move. Their pupils shrunk as they looked at the young man inside the hall.

They used to think Chen Fan was, at most, a sixth-level expert, but the current situation suggested otherwise.

To cripple Chen Hai in a single move, Chen Fan\'s cultivation level had to be at the peak of the eighth level or at least that of a Qi Grandmaster.

Qi Grandmaster...

Those two words made the hearts of many tremble, and their gazes toward Chen Fan now carried fear.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old Qi Grandmaster?

Was that possible?

Absolutely not!

After all, wasn’t Chen Fan’s dantian like iron, and his meridians blocked?

How could he possibly be a Qi Grandmaster powerhouse?!

Chen Zhengqing and Chen Tianxiong were also dumbstruck.

Was this really their son and grandson?

“Me, insolent?”

Chen Fan burst into laughter with arrogance, sweeping a cold gaze across those who had come to cause trouble. “Old codger, so what if I’m being insolent? Are you going to attack me?”

The corners of Chen Tianyin’s eyes twitched, his expression stiff.

Attack him?

He would have had Chen Fan not defeated Chen Hai in a single move.

But now...

He hadn’t even gauged Chen Fan\'s true strength. Take action against him?

He had no intention of being crushed beneath Chen Fan’s foot!

“If you don’t dare to act, then shut up! Now, anyone still eyeing my father’s position, step forward!”

Chen Fan’s sharp gaze swept across the crowd. Those people in Chen Tianyin’s faction immediately lowered their heads, not daring to meet Chen Fan’s gaze.

“Hmph, a bunch of losers!”

Chen Fan scolded without a trace of politeness. “It’s because of you losers that the Tan and Liu clans’ people dare to abduct our Chen Clan’s descendants in public. You even considered handing me over to appease the two clans!”

Anger flashed across their faces, but none dared to voice it. Even Chen Tianyin held his silence.

“Alright, get lost, all of you. If the two clans seek retribution, let them come. I’m curious to see how many they’ll send for me to kill!”

His words struck fear into everyone’s hearts.

Was he not blatantly disregarding the Tan and Liu clans?

Could he, even if he were a Qi Grandmaster, claim such authority?

The two clans boasted a combined total of six Qi Grandmasters. Could he possibly confront six opponents alone?

1. Similar to Xiao/Little, Da/Big can be used as a term of endearment. ?