"From today on, the Northern Sichuan Alliance belongs to me, Tang Xiuwen. All of you must be at my disposal and obey absolutely. Everyone present today, if there is anyone who refuses to obey, there is only one fate, and that is death!"
As soon as Tang Xiuwen said the last word, everyone felt that the atmosphere in the hall had condensed in an instant, and everyone was as silent as a cicada, not daring to express their anger.
The people of the Tang Sect are still so domineering. In the eyes of their descendants, the lives of ordinary people like them are like straw, and they are often killed.
The heroes in northern Sichuan were all shocked by Tang Xiuwen's momentum. For a while, no one dared to speak again, and no one dared to refuse.
Wu Guangfu was trembling all over, clenching his teeth, and was extremely unwilling to give in. It was clear that he was only one step short of the last step, but Tang Xiuwen suddenly appeared and frightened the Northern Sichuan Alliance into submission with one sentence, taking away the final victory of the alliance.
Tang Xiuwen has already controlled everything in southern Sichuan, and even Lin Tiannan is driven by him. If all the tycoons in northern Sichuan are also conquered by Tang Xiuwen, then who else in the entire province of Sichuan can compete with Tang Xiuwen?
Thinking of the plan that Ye Chen had mentioned to him before, he felt chilly. Originally, the Tang family could not hide, and the world of Sichuan Province would definitely belong to Ye Chen in the future. But now that the descendants of the Tang family were born, no matter how strong Ye Chen was, he would not be able to escape.
How to compete with the Tang family at a historical level?
"It seems that no one has any objections. In this case, from today on, you are all under my command, Tang Xiuwen, and you can be regarded as peripheral members of my Tang Sect!"
Tang Xiuwenyi commanded and controlled the entire audience, and his momentum completely overwhelmed everyone.
"What a Tang Sect, so majestic!"
Just when Wu Guangfu fell into despair, the door to the conference room suddenly opened. Everyone turned to look and saw a shirtless boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a white towel hanging on his shoulders, walking towards him step by step. Even his hair was still wet.
Wet and steamy.
Although the young man looked unparalleled and handsome, his appearance was too casual. Everyone was secretly wondering who this man was, who dared to barge into the hall where many big men gathered alone, and even dared to mock the Tang Sect.
"Master Chen?"
Wu Guangfu looked horrified. He wished that Ye Chen would not show up, but now Ye Chen still came.
He knew that Ye Chen was very strong, but no matter how strong Ye Chen was, how could he be stronger than the Tang Clan in Shuzhong?
Ye Chen just killed an ancient martial arts master, Hong Fei, in an instant. According to his calculations, there were at least dozens of ancient martial arts masters like Hong Fei in the Tang Sect. Tang Xiuwen, who was in front of him, had just emerged from that battle.
Judging by his own feet, he was more than twice as powerful as Hong Fei. If Ye Chen stood up to confront Tang Xiuwen at this time, it would be equivalent to ruining all his resources and connections in Sichuan Province.
He winked at Ye Chen, telling Ye Chen not to stand up and challenge him, but Ye Chen seemed to be completely invisible.
Tang Xiuwen turned his head and stared at the young man who had just appeared, his eyes narrowed in a dangerous arc.
"Boy, are you dissatisfied with my Tang Clan?"
Ye Chen turned sideways to face Tang Xiuwen, wiping his hair with a towel while walking. He had just come out of the bathtub.
Ye Chen dried his hair, threw away the towel, and turned to Tang Xiuwen.
"I'm not very familiar with your Tang family, let alone dissatisfied with you, but I find it very interesting that you came to Lucheng and took my place at this Northern Sichuan Alliance party!"
"You, a half-baked martial artist, are you worthy of challenging me?"
At the end of his words, Ye Chen's eyes flashed, and his momentum rose sharply. Tang Xiuwen was frightened and took three steps back in an instant.
Everyone in northern Sichuan was wondering about Ye Chen's identity. As soon as this young man came out, he stood up to Tang Xiuwen, the descendant of the Tang clan, and scared Tang Xiuwen back three steps. Who is this person?
Tang Xiuwen was frightened and took three steps back. His handsome face suddenly turned livid.
"Asshole!"
He cursed himself in his heart. As a descendant of the Tang family and the genius of the Tang family second only to his younger sister, he would be scared off by a young man who suddenly appeared and was half-dressed. It was a great shame and humiliation!
"You're looking for death!"
Tang Xiuwen's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he took one step forward, already kicking Ye Chen's chest with his foot.
The force of this kick is no less than several thousand kilograms. Even a bronze tripod would be reduced to rubbish by the kick.
Everyone was terrified. The scene where Tang Xiuwen broke the table with his kick was still vivid in his mind. He kicked Ye Chen away. Wouldn't Ye Chen be kicked in two on the spot?
Ye Chen stood on the same spot without moving. When he saw Tang Xiuwen kicking over, he also raised his left foot slightly, tapped it out, and touched Tang Xiuwen's leg.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones cracking instantly spread throughout the hall.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound spread, followed by Tang Xiuwen's miserable howl, which spread throughout the hall.
Countless bosses from Northern Sichuan were all stunned as they watched the scene unfolding in front of them. Tang Xiuwen, who had just been so powerful that he cracked the table with his kick, was now hugging his calf, falling to the ground and writhing in pain, with an almost distorted expression on his face.
Everyone looked closely and saw that Tang Xiuwen's calf had been bent outward at the anti-joint, and it was obviously broken.
Ye Chen put his feet down and said indifferently: "Heir of the Tang Sect? Nothing more than that!"
People looked with disbelief at the young man who had just walked into the hall shirtless, and the atmosphere in the whole place was eerily quiet.
Tang Xiuwen, born in the Tang clan, is an ancient martial arts practitioner and a master of the inner family.
The force of one of its kicks weighs several thousand kilograms and can break a marble table and send it flying three feet into the air.
If this kick were to hit someone, it would probably break the person and kill them on the spot. However, this young man who suddenly appeared and had a head-on collision with Tang Xiuwen not only escaped unscathed, but Tang Xiuwen himself was actually kicked.
Got a broken calf?
Not only the heroes in northern Sichuan were horrified, but Lin Tiannan, the former king of southern Sichuan, also had his eyes wide open and was inexplicably shocked.
Tang Xiuwen is a talented martial artist who can be ranked among the top ten in the Tang Sect's family tree. However, in the Tang family's generation, except for Tang Yuwei, a talented girl who shocked the Chinese martial arts world, he is enough to be ranked among the younger generation of the Tang Sect.
Even if you look at the Chinese martial arts world, he is definitely a top-notch talented martial artist.
But now, a young man suddenly appeared and kicked Tang Xiuwen to pieces. How could he not be surprised?
Who is this young man?
"ah!"
Tang Xiuwen kept wailing, cold sweat dripping from his face, and he himself had not yet recovered from this huge blow.
As the second-ranked figure in the younger generation of the Tang family, he was unexpectedly hit hard by an unknown young man in a small place like Lucheng. In the collision just now, he felt as if he had kicked an eternal rock.
superior.
If this matter spreads, not only will he become the laughing stock of the Chinese martial arts world, but the entire Tang Sect will also become a joke.
"You. Who are you?"
Tang Xiuwen endured the severe pain and struggled to stand up from the ground with one foot on the ground, feeling extremely embarrassed.
Ye Chen put on the T-shirt, stretched his neck, and suddenly took a step forward, grabbed Tang Xiuwen's collar, and lifted him off the ground.
Tang Xiuwen was shocked. He filled his palms with internal energy and was about to hit Ye Chen in the face. But as soon as he raised his arm, a surge of unparalleled power suddenly poured out like a flood, invading his body and suppressing his internal energy.
He was retreating steadily, making it impossible for him to mobilize at all. His whole body was captured by this force and he could not move.
"How is that possible?"
Tang Xiuwen was shocked again. He originally thought that Ye Chen's cultivation level was not much different from his. It was just because Ye Chen was still a warrior who practiced physical training, and because he was careless just now, he was severely injured by Ye Chen's blow.
But now, he completely understands that Ye Chen's cultivation level must be far better than his.
He is now a martial arts master, and although he is just barely qualified, he is enough to be ranked among the top twenty of the younger generation in the Chinese martial arts world.