Many silently expressed sorrow, refusing to believe that the situation was real.
Was this really the martial trash Chen Fan?
“Your patriarchs are dead. Surrender now!” Chen Fan roared thunderously after killing Tan Feng and the other Qi Grandmasters.
More than half of the two clans' members had abandoned resistance, but a determined few persisted, resulting in significant casualties on the Chen Clan's side.
Chen Fan's roar snapped the remaining soldiers back to reality.
Clang, clang, clang...
The sound of weapons falling echoed as four to five hundred soldiers relinquished their spears and bows. Some even discarded their armor, prostrating on the ground, overwhelmed with fear.
“Mercy, sirs of Chen Clan, mercy, please! We’re only soldiers.”
“Spare our lives, please. We’re willing to join the Chen Clan and serve you.”
“I know martial arts. I’m at the sixth level. I’m willing to work for the Chen Clan. All I ask is to spare my life,” pleaded a captain, repeatedly kowtowing.
Chen Fan had killed the patriarchs and the higher-ups of the two clans, including the Yuanfu realm overseers, Tan Wanshan and Liu Shan. Resisting any further would only mean death.
Moreover, he could be considered half a talent with his sixth-level cultivation, a valuable asset in the eyes of any prestigious clan.
“Hmph! Gather here and submit to the reorganization by the Chen Clan. Chen Yunchong, Chen Hualong, and Wang Tieshan lead our forces and detain these individuals. Screen them one by one afterward.
“The elites and talents may stay if they pledge allegiance to the Chen Clan. Deal decisively with the stubborn ones—kill or cripple them. As for the mediocre ones, strip them of their gear and send them back.”
Chen Zhengqing’s loud voice resounded throughout the square. No one dared to protest.
Immediately, the Chen Clan’s veteran experts led the troops and encircled the surrendered core members of the two clans, systematically restructuring their ranks.
With the destruction of the two clans, the Chen Clan would take over their businesses. The increased workload necessitated more personnel to manage the expanded territories.
One unruly soldier, possibly a descendant from the two clans, resisted. Chen Fan dispatched a wisp of primeval qi with a flick of his finger, ending their struggle by piercing the soldier's head.
Thereafter, the surrendered soldiers complied without resistance. The troops disarmed them and escorted them one by one into the mansion.
Meanwhile, Chen Zhengqing, Chen Tianxiong, and some other experts surrounded the remnants of the two clans.
“Xuanyang City now belongs to those bearing the Chen name.”
“Who could have predicted this outcome? Chen Fan, alone, defeated the Tan and Liu clans, eliminating four Qi Grandmasters and two Yuanfu realm powerhouses.”
“The Chen Clan has produced a real dragon. They are going to rise to power.”
Countless people watched as the Chen Clan’s people reorganized their ranks in high spirits, their eyes flickering.
“I surrender, I surrender, don’t kill me. I’ll bring you to the Tan Clan’s secret vault.”
A Tan Clan elder's resolve shattered when facing the formidable auras of Chen Fan, Chen Zhengqing, and the others. He knelt on the ground, kowtowing and pleading for mercy.
“Tan Yancheng, you coward! How can you stoop so low?” A few defiant Tan Clan higher-ups, witnessing this scene, expressed their outrage with stomps and curses.
"Well done. You've made a wise choice. Rest assured, I won't take your life. I'll grant you a prominent role in the future." Chen Fan laughed, watching Tan Yancheng.
Shifting his gaze to the stubborn elders, his expression turned cold, and he declared, "Since death doesn't deter you... die!"
Chen Fan flicked his finger successively, releasing qi arrows that pierced through the brows of those elders, killing them instantly.
The onlookers paled, their legs shaking in fear.
Unable to withstand the pressure, more individuals knelt, kowtowing and begging for mercy, offering information about the locations of the two clans' treasuries and more.
“Xiaofan, you lead our clan’s troops, head straight to the two clans, and confiscate their assets! From today onwards, the names of the Tan and Liu clans will vanish from Xuanyang City!” ordered Chen Zhengqing after crippling the cultivations of the Tan and Liu clans' higher-ups.
“Yes, Father," responded Chen Fan, taking Tan Yancheng and a few others as he headed toward the mansions of the Tan and Liu clans.
The Chen Clan's private troops and even some servants immediately rushed toward the mansions of the two clans.
The goal was to confiscate their assets and obliterate their existence. With the elders' cultivations crippled, the clans were effectively exterminated. Failing to seize their assets would be a missed opportunity.
“Listen, all martial clans of Xuanyang City! It’s a personal grudge between my Chen Clan and the Tan and Liu clans. No one shall intervene. Any clan attempting to exploit the situation will face merciless death!”
Chen Fan's thunderous roar echoed through the streets as he raced with his soldiers, carrying Tan Yancheng and others.
Immediately, the merchants and commoners on the streets hid after hearing that.
However, some busybodies in restaurants peered out, observing the Chen Clan's army speeding by.
“Fights between clans are indeed filled with blood. Best-case scenario, they weaken significantly, and worst-case, the clan faces extermination, assets seized, and heads roll," murmured some spectators in the restaurants and teahouses.
Most of its members had already defected to the Chen Clan. The mansion stood nearly empty, with only a handful of fifth and sixth-level experts remaining, oblivious to the events unfolding on the Chen Clan's side and smiling.
The Tan and Liu clans had joined forces to attack, and even their old patriarchs had gone, so the Chen Clan was bound to be destroyed.
Inside a spacious hall, Tan Yunbao, his limbs crippled and cultivation crippled, anxiously awaited news of their supposed victory.
Being cared for by servants, he turned to his sister-in-law and said, "With the two old patriarchs gone, the Chen Clan must be wiped out by now, right?"
A resentful look flashed in Liu Ruyan’s eyes. She nodded, saying, “That goes without saying. The old patriarchs are already Yuanfu realm experts. Even if they went, they wouldn’t need to lift their hands. They are merely there for suppression in case they make a life or death struggle and cause more casualties on our side.”
“I can’t wait to go have a look for myself. I want to grind that little bastard into the ground, humiliate him, torture him, break his limbs, and cripple his cultivation, then raise him in a jar.”
Tan Yunbao’s vengeful desires were fueled by the fact that Chen Fan had shattered his limbs and wasted his cultivation, rendering him a cripple.
“And there’s also Chen Qingqing, that damn bitch. I want to ravage her ruthlessly, then sell her off to a brothel and let countless people have their way with her, free of charge!”
Liu Ruyan said, “Since that’s the case, Yunbao, let’s go over now.”
Tan Yunbao nodded and shouted, “Men, carry me to the Chen Clan. I want to see the look of despair on that little bastard.”
“Bad news! Chen Clan’s army is here!”
“Heavens, how is that possible? Why would the Chen Clan dare to come knocking on our doors?”
Suddenly, cries and chaotic footsteps erupted outside.
Chen Fan and his entourage had arrived at the Tan Clan's entrance.