Chapter 684: The Most Handsome Guy in the Room!
"Then let them come."
Shen Anyu smiled as he looked at Yu Guanxiong, Second Young Master Yu kneeling before him. His psychic power surged, forcing Yu Guanxiong, Second Young Master Yu into a kowtow position, prostrating himself completely. No matter how much he struggled, his bones popping, he couldn't break free.
Seeing this sight, the entire venue was stunned. The numerous celebrities, tycoons, wealthy Young Masters, and Young Misses either had blank expressions or were utterly terrified.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The transition from Yu Guanxiong's arrogant command to his current humiliating prostration was so abrupt it felt like a scene torn from a movie. One moment, he was the predator, surrounded by his pack, pointing a finger of condemnation. The next, an invisible mountain had descended upon him, crushing him to the polished marble floor. His body was locked in a perfect, subservient kowtow, forehead pressed firmly against the cold stone. A grotesque popping sound echoed in the sudden silence as his joints strained against an unbreakable, unseen force. Sweat beaded on his brow, mingling with the dust on the floor, his face contorted in a mask of disbelief, agony, and incandescent rage.
They had only seen Yu Guanxiong ordering people to deal with Shen Anyu, yet less than a second later, the situation had inverted with terrifying finality: he was kneeling neatly on the ground, unable to move a single inch. Especially watching Second Young Master Yu hysterically roaring, his voice muffled by the floor, while his body remained locked in that degrading posture, everyone present felt a primal fear crawl up their spines. This wasn't a simple fight or a public spat. This was an execution of dominance, a display of power so absolute it defied their understanding of the world. The air grew thick, heavy with a pressure that had nothing to do with the temperature. It was the weight of Shen Anyu's will, a tangible force that made it hard to breathe.
That was the Second Young Master of the Yu Clan, a core member of Yanxia's Yu Clan! He wasn't some minor scion from a provincial city; he was a direct descendant of one of the nation's most powerful and transcendent families. Yet here he was, suppressed and forced to kneel, suffering the kind of humiliation that would be spoken of for years. This wasn't just a slap in the face; it was a boot stomping his family's honor into the dirt. Today was the banquet hosted by Yu Guanying, the Yu Clan's Crown Prince himself. To cause such a disturbance here was not just provocation; it was a declaration of war. Was this man trying to forge an endless, bloody feud with the entire Yu Clan?
Who exactly was this Shen Anyu, to possess such terrifying audacity?
Some of the more quick-witted guests began piecing together the impossible puzzle. Such fearless contempt for the Yu Clan could only come from an entity of equal or greater standing. Their minds raced, sifting through the handful of families in Yanxia who could dare make such a move. A name surfaced, whispered from one shocked guest to another: could Shen Anyu be an expert from Yanxia's Shen Clan?
Zhou Yunhu, the boss of the Yunhu Association, watched this scene unfold, his eyelids twitching wildly. A cold dread mixed with a thrill of morbid excitement filled his heart. 'Hiss… this Shen Anyu truly has immense guts. To humiliate Second Young Master Yu like this—this isn't just slapping Yu Guanxiong's face; it's grinding Yu Guanying's face, and the entire face of Yanxia's Yu Clan, under his heel! Could the Shen Clan and the Yu Clan really be going to war?'
Thinking this, Zhou Yunhu felt a surge of schadenfreude. He leaned back ever so slightly, a predator scenting blood in the water, and looked forward to the magnificent drama that was about to erupt.
"Release Second Young Master Yu immediately! Do you want to spend the rest of your life in prison?"
At this moment, Gao Qing, one of Yu Guanxiong's fawning lackeys, finally snapped out of his stupor. Seeing a golden opportunity to display his unwavering loyalty, he stepped forward and angrily denounced Shen Anyu, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and self-righteous fury.
Many people present recognized this Gao Qing. His father was a major figure in Hangzhou's political circles, a man capable of ruining a family with a single phone call. Yet, in front of Yu Guanxiong, he was nothing more than an eager-to-please subordinate. Gao Qing knew that if he could properly latch onto the coattails of Yanxia's Yu Clan, his father's career could soar to unimaginable heights. His heart burned with ambition; he had to perform well, to prove his worth in this critical moment.
"Noise."
Shen Anyu didn't even grant Gao Qing a glance. The single word hung in the air, cold and utterly dismissive. Before his voice had fully faded, his profound psychic power coalesced, forming a vast, invisible hand that slammed violently onto Gao Qing's body.
There was no sound of impact, only the horrifying sight of Gao Qing's body folding in on itself as if struck by a phantom freight train. The air was punched from his lungs in a silent scream. He was launched backward, a human cannonball flying more than ten meters through the air. He crashed consecutively through several ornate tables laden with gourmet food and towering champagne pyramids. The sound of shattering crystal and splintering wood filled the hall as he carved a path of destruction, finally slamming into a distant wall with a sickening, wet thud. He slid to the floor in a crumpled heap, unconscious, his life status unknown.
The entire venue fell dead silent!
Everyone was dumbfounded by this scene. The raw, casual brutality left them breathless. They had never expected Shen Anyu to be so overbearing, so utterly ruthless. His dominance far exceeded the petty tyrannies of second-generation princelings like Gao Qing and Yu Guanxiong by tenfold, even a hundredfold. Their power came from their families; his seemed to emanate from his very being.
Furthermore, to possess such formidable, mystical power—silently forcing a man to kneel and then sending another flying with a single word—who in the world was he?
Every person in the room knew the matter had escalated beyond repair. Yu Guanying, the Yu Clan's Crown Prince, would absolutely not let this rest. The banquet had turned into a battleground.
"Shen Anyu, you..." Ling Qingcheng also understood the catastrophic consequences. She looked at Shen Anyu, her beautiful face a mask of shock. She couldn't believe his assertiveness, his terrifying power. But what horrified her more was the enemy he had just made. He had offended Yanxia's Yu Clan so severely! That was one of the few transcendent aristocratic families in all of Yanxia!
"Alas, Master Shen, this, this was impulsive." Zhang Yunhai sighed repeatedly, his face etched with deep worry. To have completely antagonized Yanxia's Yu Clan like this… the outcome would be grim.
He Yiyi didn't know the full significance of Yanxia's Yu Clan, but seeing the way everyone present—the powerful, the wealthy, the influential—looked at them as if they were already dead, made a cold unease creep into her heart. She could only tighten her grip on Shen Anyu's arm, seeking comfort in his proximity.
"Heh, the Yu Clan should be worried, not me," Shen Anyu said with a faint, confident smile.
"What arrogance!" A clear, powerful voice suddenly cut through the tense silence.
A stunningly beautiful young woman, dressed in crisp white martial attire, strode forward with an aggressive, purposeful gait. A formidable Aura, sharp and disciplined, washed over the crowd, making them instinctively step back. The young woman had well-proportioned limbs and sun-kissed, wheat-colored skin that spoke of countless hours under the training sun. Her physique was vigorous, her muscles clearly defined but elegant, hinting at explosive power coiled beneath the surface. She moved like a sensual female leopard, radiating a potent, healthy beauty, her eyes shining with a vibrant, untamable vitality.
She was clearly a Martial Arts Grandmaster, the favored daughter of Yanxia's Yu Clan, Yu Guannan!
"Shen Anyu, you, the Young Lord of Yanxia's Shen Clan, are trying to sabotage our Yu Clan's Hero Assembly?"
Yu Guannan fixed Shen Anyu with a stern expression, her voice ringing with cold rebuke.
The Young Lord of Yanxia's Shen Clan?
As Yu Guannan's words fell, a collective gasp swept through the hall. Everyone present turned to look at Shen Anyu with expressions of profound shock, which quickly morphed into sudden, dawning realization. No wonder, no wonder! So it was because he was the Young Lord of Yanxia's Shen Clan that he possessed the courage and the mettle to strike at the Yu Clan's Second Young Master in his own territory.
They had all been wondering if he was tired of living, to attack a Yu scion over a petty rivalry for a woman. Now they understood. The rivalry was a pretense; disrupting the Yu Clan's Hero Assembly was the true, strategic goal. Yu Guanying, the Yu Clan's Crown Prince, was making such a massive move, gathering countless celebrities and tycoons to form this so-called Hero Assembly. It was a crushing power play. It was impossible for the Shen Clan, which had always been rivals with the Yu Clan, not to react.
"Hiss… Yanxia's Shen Clan and Yanxia's Yu Clan, these two transcendent aristocratic families are clashing! They are both existences that we absolutely cannot afford to provoke!"
One by one, the celebrities and tycoons from all walks of life in Hangzhou stood there like insignificant lackeys, some even holding their breath, their eyes wide and fixed on the unfolding drama.
"Master Shen's background is actually this powerful?" Zhang Yunhai also looked at Shen Anyu in surprise, never expecting his identity to be so prominent. He then glanced enviously at Ling Qingcheng. She was actually involved with the Young Lord of Yanxia's Shen Clan. No wonder two women of her caliber were willing to share one man. Compared to Shen Anyu, Zhao Tao, the fiancé he had previously found for his precious daughter Zhang Yaqian, was utterly, laughably insignificant.
"Shen Anyu is the Young Lord of Yanxia's Shen Clan?" Zhou Yunhu's pupils constricted into pinpricks. No wonder the Young Sect Leader had suffered such a setback; Shen Anyu's identity was paramount. He had previously assumed Shen Anyu was just an ordinary, albeit talented, member of the Shen Clan. Now he knew he was the heir apparent.
"Hehe, this drama is getting more and more intense. The Young Lord of Yanxia's Shen Clan versus the Crown Prince of Yanxia's Yu Clan—who will win and who will lose?" Zhou Yunhu sneered, a feral grin spreading across his face, ecstatic to witness the impending storm.
"You are the Young Lord of Yanxia's Shen Clan?" Ling Qingcheng's Phoenix eyes widened, and her perfectly shaped red lips parted slightly as she looked at Shen Anyu in utter astonishment. She had never realized the man beside her, the man who had so thoroughly captivated her, possessed such a monumental identity.
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine Ling Qingcheng's favorability +10. Plundering +30,000 Destiny Points!]
He Yiyi's beautiful eyes shone with a brilliant light, and her small, delicate face flushed with excitement. The fear she felt moments ago was completely replaced by a thrilling sense of pride.
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine He Yiyi's favorability +5. Plundering +15,000 Destiny Points!]
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine He Yiyi's total favorability 94. Extra plundering +50,000 Destiny Points!]
At this moment, countless fair, rich, and beautiful socialites, along with glamorous rich wives, looked at Shen Anyu with dazzled, utterly fascinated eyes. A noble from a top aristocratic family. An extremely prominent background. Looks as handsome as a Heavenly God. And power that bordered on the divine. Facing the entirety of Yanxia's Yu Clan alone, he displayed a mettle that was intoxicating.
Women are naturally drawn to the strong; this is an instinct etched into the very fabric of their genes. Only the strong can propagate superior offspring, and only the strong can protect them during the vulnerable periods of procreation and nurturing. Without a doubt, Shen Anyu, standing there with a calm smile as he held a great clan in contempt, was the man of their dreams. Some of the rich wives, women who still retained their mature charm and grace, couldn't take their eyes off him, their gazes turning as thick and sweet as honey.
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine Yu Guannan's favorability +20. Plundering +60,000 Destiny Points!]
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