Chapter Seventy-Nine: A Great Uproar at the Prince of Tang’s Residence

Chu Han glanced at his wounded wrist, a glint flashing in his eyes. He shook his hand lightly. “Come out. Since you won’t let me kill your genius, then you come and spar with me.”

As his words fell, a figure appeared before him in an instant. Witnessing the speed, Chu Han was somewhat astonished; this fellow was unbelievably fast—far swifter than even he was after cultivating the Thunder Emperor’s techniques.

“Heh, young man, don’t be so shortsighted. Your strength is indeed impressive—even Tang Feng was not your match. Leave here now and I’ll overlook what happened. Otherwise, your life will end here today. Cultivation is hard-won; consider your options.”

The man’s face was shrouded, but just judging from his speed, Chu Han knew he was an expert. Yet, to be uttering such words now—wasn’t that laughable?

Tang Hao was still in their hands, and he and the Tang Royal Residence were already locked in a life-or-death feud. He had neither reason nor need to retreat. Even if he had to fight to the death today, he would not back down an inch. This was the pride of a Celestial Sovereign—even in death, there would be no retreat.

“Enough nonsense. Today, I’ll cause an uproar in the Tang Royal Residence. Show me what you’ve got.”

With a cold snort, Chu Han’s body became entwined with blue lightning. The masked opponent shook his head helplessly and vanished on the spot.

Startled, Chu Han quickly retreated several steps, striving to sense his opponent’s whereabouts. The man reappeared behind him and struck his back with a palm wreathed in fire. Chu Han staggered, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Then, the figure vanished once more. Chu Han wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. He had to think of a solution—this man’s speed was too great; his eyes couldn’t keep up. If this continued, he would only take a beating, and that would not do.

But before he could devise a plan, his opponent attacked again. A burst of flame struck Chu Han, erupting instantly. A roaring inferno engulfed him.

The searing heat was excruciating. His clothes were long since incinerated, and his skin was scorched and blackened. If not for his Infernal Golden Body, his flesh would have been set ablaze.

Chu Han let out a mighty shout. Lightning crashed from the sky, striking beside him and hurling him clear of the flames. He landed on the ground, hastily retrieving a fresh set of clothes from his ring—otherwise, he would have to fight naked.

At the same time, he noticed his opponent had vanished again, but this time, a faint smile played on Chu Han’s lips. He realized that while the man’s speed was great, it was not without a trace. His strength, however, was lacking—if he had been stronger, Chu Han would have been gravely wounded already.

He saw through the man’s movement technique—it relied on the heat of the flames to boost speed. While his eyes couldn’t track it, his keen perception could sense the trajectory of the fire, enabling him to seize his opponent’s position.

Indeed, he felt the trace of fire behind him. He spun around, and sure enough, his adversary appeared at his back. Seeing himself discovered, the man’s expression turned to shock.

Chu Han gave him no chance to retaliate. Grabbing both of his hands, Chu Han squeezed—there was a crisp crack, and the man’s wrists snapped. He collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony.

Chu Han lifted his right leg and stomped down savagely. With a thunderous boom, the ground caved in beneath his foot, and his foe was now dead beyond all doubt.

When these enemies were dispatched, Chu Han was about to move on when a cacophony of shouts and the clash of arms erupted outside. Troops from the Tang Royal Residence had arrived, surrounding the entire estate. Through the gate strode a man clad in armor.

“You brat! How dare you cause trouble in the Tang Royal Residence? You’re surrounded by five thousand soldiers. Surrender now and I’ll spare you; otherwise, with a single command, my army will raze this place to the ground!”

The armored man barked loudly, clearly a general. Chu Han had felt this aura of slaughter from Sun Hao before, though this man was obviously not as formidable as Sun Hao.

“Who are you? Today, I am fated to wreak havoc in the Tang Royal Residence! It doesn’t matter how many soldiers you bring. Since you are also one of the Tang clan, prepare to die!”

By now, Chu Han’s eyes were blazing with bloodlust, heedless of anything. Though five thousand soldiers seemed a vast number, he felt not a shred of fear—on the contrary, he was exhilarated, thrilled to the core.

As Chu Han charged to the attack, the general was taken aback but quickly waved his hand. The sounds of battle outside surged again as five thousand troops stormed in with a single purpose: Chu Han.

Facing the teeming throng, Chu Han plunged into their midst. Lightning rained down from above, lashing into the crowd. With each strike, soldiers fell by the dozens. Chu Han’s right hand gathered lightning into a blade, and he cleaved through the ranks.

Time lost all meaning as he fought drenched in blood. His body was smeared with gore; corpses lay everywhere, limbs severed, and even these battle-hardened soldiers could not help but shudder at his brutality.

In a short span, more than three hundred men had fallen. The survivors hurriedly retreated, powerless before such a god of slaughter.

Soldiers were bred to obey orders, yet, faced with a death god like Chu Han, even they could not suppress their terror.

Seeing them so cowed, Chu Han did not pursue. The lightning blade in his right hand condensed into an orb of electricity. “Ha! The Tang Royal Residence—after today, there is no reason for it to exist.”

With these words, he hurled the orb into the inner court of the Tang Royal Residence. A tremendous explosion shook the heavens and earth; the entire inner court collapsed instantly. Even the plaque bearing the three characters “Tang Royal Residence” crashed down, split clean in two.

The general was furious at Chu Han’s audacity, but dared not make a move. To him, Chu Han was a demon risen from hell—rushing in would be suicide.

“What’s going on? Who did this?”

Amid the ruins, a figure burst forth, stunned by the devastation. The man wore a goatee, a cloak inscribed with the large character “Tang” draped over his shoulders.

“I did. You’re one of the Tang clan, aren’t you? Then there’s nothing more to say.”

Chu Han responded at once, then charged forward, lightning gathering in his right hand, striking out with ferocity.

The man snorted coldly, dodged Chu Han’s attack, and kicked him on the wrist. Chu Han grimaced in pain and was forced to retreat.

“I am Prince Tang Tianchi of the Tang Royal Residence. Who are you, and why do you attack our clan?”

After the exchange, Tang Tianchi did not attack again, but eyed Chu Han coldly. He had been in seclusion, only to be awakened by the great commotion and then buried in debris. He had to find out what happened—how had the Tang clan been reduced to ruins? The army had been mobilized and suffered heavy losses. Tang Feng and Tang Yuan lay on the ground. Anyone capable of this must be extraordinary—he needed to know who this man was.

“So, you’re the head of the Tang clan. You really don’t know why I’ve laid waste to the Tang Royal Residence? You captured my father and intended him harm. Destroying your residence is scarcely punishment enough!”

Seeing the man feign ignorance, Chu Han’s fury blazed. The head of the Tang clan had finally appeared, yet still pretended not to understand. He gathered his lightning again, preparing to launch another attack.