Kill!
Chu Yunhe roared and drove his fist down.
Hmph!
Seeing this, Chu Heng merely snorted and threw a punch of his own to meet it.
Aaah!
Yet in the next second, Chu Yunhe let out a miserable scream.
Crack, crack...
The crisp sound of shattering bones rang out, accompanied by Chu Yunhe's wails, piercing everyone's ears.
Everyone watched as Chu Heng used only one move to crush Chu Yunhe's arm.
Half of Chu Yunhe's arm hung limply at his side, flesh and blood flying everywhere. It was a gruesome sight.
"Th-this is impossible!"
Chu Yunhe's face was filled with terror. He simply refused to believe this was real.
Yet the pain shooting through his arm could not be concealed!
"Y-you actually hid your strength!
"Your cultivation isn't merely at the seventh level of Body Tempering. You're at least at the ninth level!"
Chu Yunhe gritted his teeth and roared.
He was unwilling to accept it!
Chu Heng was clearly only at the seventh level of Body Tempering!
How could he possess the strength of the ninth level?
This completely defied common sense!
However, Chu Heng could not be bothered to explain such doubts.
He slowly walked up to Chu Yunhe, looked down at him, and said indifferently, "Remember my words. From this day onward, everyone in the Chu Clan must submit to me!"
"Dream on!"
Chu Yunhe roared.
"Chu Heng!"
Chu Feihong glared at Chu Heng and said through gritted teeth, "If you dare lay a hand on my son and me, Profound Sword Mountain will never let you off!"
"Heh."
Chu Heng gave a contemptuous laugh and said coldly, "Profound Sword Mountain is not qualified to threaten me.
"As for you father and son, I can give you a chance.
"Kneel and kowtow in apology.
"I'll pretend nothing