Chapter 686: Instantly Annihilated!
"Shen Anyu, what should we do, what should we do now? As the Shen Family's Young Lord, you brought experts with you, right?"
Ling Qingcheng looked at the densely packed Yu Clan experts surrounding them, whose Aura was terrifying, and her heart rose to her throat. She whispered to Shen Anyu.
He Yiyi raised her pure little face, looking at Shen Anyu with immense anticipation.
Shen Anyu smiled, shook his head, and said leisurely:
"I didn't bring any."
"What? You didn't bring any?" Ling Qingcheng's face lost all its color in an instant, and He Yiyi was also stunned, her large eyes wide with disbelief.
'How could he not have brought any?' Ling Qingcheng's mind reeled.
Did he truly think he could just stroll into the dragon's den all by himself? This wasn't some minor provincial family; this was Yanxia's Yu Clan, a behemoth with influence that could shake the very foundations of the country. Even if they wouldn't dare to kill him publicly due to his status as the Shen Family's heir, capturing and humiliating him was well within their means. They could break his spirit, strip him of his dignity, and leave him as a disgraced laughingstock for all of high society to mock. The thought sent a cold wave of dread through her.
"Idiot! Shen Anyu, you utter fool!" Yu Guanxiong, who was still forced to kneel on the cold marble floor, heard Shen Anyu's admission and immediately erupted in a hysterical, broken laugh. Spittle flew from his lips, his face contorted into a mask of pure, unadulterated malice. "I will definitely get my revenge! I will make you pay a thousand times over! You're dead! You hear me? DEAD!"
As the Second Young Master of Yanxia's Yu Clan, Yu Guanxiong had lived his entire life in a bubble of arrogance and impunity, cushioned by his family's immense power. He was used to being reckless, to taking whatever he wanted. Even a figure as powerful as Ling Qingcheng, the richest woman in Hangzhou, was nothing more than fish on a chopping board in his eyes, a prize to be claimed.
But now, Shen Anyu had subjected him to the ultimate humiliation—forcing him to his knees in front of hundreds of distinguished guests. The sea of watchful eyes, the whispers, the strange and pitiful looks from everyone around him… each one was a poisoned dagger stabbing into his pride. The hatred he felt was a physical thing, a burning acid churning in his gut.
Given his exalted status, when had he ever suffered such a monumental disgrace? This wasn't just an insult; it was a fundamental violation of his world order.
If this hatred was not repaid, if he didn't see Shen Anyu groveling in the dirt beneath his feet, then they could not coexist under the same sky!
But before Yu Guanxiong could finish his venomous curses, a sickening display of cracking sounds erupted from his own body. It was as if an invisible giant had wrapped its fist around him and begun to squeeze. His entire skeleton groaned under the immense pressure, bones grinding against each other.
"Ah… AHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH!" A shrill, piercing scream tore from Yu Guanxiong's throat, inhuman in its intensity. He felt his bones threatening to splinter and burst through his skin, a torment beyond anything he could have ever imagined.
Shen Anyu looked down at the writhing man, his smile as brilliant and warm as ever. It was a terrifying contrast to the agony he was inflicting.
"Are you going to curse again?" he asked, his voice calm and pleasant.
"Ah… Little sister! Save me! Hurry and save me!" Yu Guanxiong's eyes, wild with terror, darted toward his cousin. The smiling face of Shen Anyu no longer seemed human; it was the visage of a demon from the deepest pits of hell. His arrogance shattered, replaced by primal fear.
Yu Guannan's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Though she held little affection for this cousin of hers, who knew nothing but chasing women and causing trouble, he was still kin, bound by blood. More importantly, Shen Anyu's public torture of a Yu Clan member was a direct, brutal slap to her family's face—an insult that could not be ignored.
Her gaze turned glacial as she fixed it on Shen Anyu. Then, she addressed the stern-faced old man in the traditional Tang suit standing nearby, his presence a quiet pillar of strength.
"Uncle He, subdue Shen Anyu."
"Yes, Young Miss."
Uncle He nodded once, a gesture of profound respect. His gaze then shifted, locking onto Shen Anyu. A brilliant, sharp light flashed in his old, worldly eyes, like the glint of tempered steel.
"Such youth, yet such strength. The Shen Family's Young Lord is indeed extraordinary," he said, his voice a low rumble. "However, before this old man, it amounts to nothing. You should never, ever have provoked the Yu Clan."
Having said this, Uncle He slowly, deliberately, straightened his back. A sound like a great chain being drawn taut rippled up his spine, which seemed to vibrate like the awakening of a colossal dragon. From deep within his torso, the air thrummed with the phantom roars of a tiger and a leopard, a manifestation of his martial intent. A powerful, oppressive aura exploded from him, smashing into the surroundings like a physical shockwave. The resulting gale of force was so intense that it tore jagged, spiderweb cracks across the polished marble floor.
"Shen Family's Young Lord," Uncle He declared, his voice booming with absolute confidence, "let this old man show you what it means that beyond the heavens, there are other heavens, and beyond men, there are..."
"Old man, you talk too much."
Shen Anyu's voice cut through the grand speech, laced with an almost casual boredom. He gave Uncle He, the imposing martial artist in the Tang suit, a single, dismissive glance.
The next moment, it was as if Uncle He had been struck by lightning.
His entire body seized. His formidable aura, which had just filled the hall with dread, shattered into nothingness like a pane of glass. He was launched backward, a human cannonball fired from an invisible railgun. He flew dozens of meters through the air, a long, beautiful arc of crimson blood spraying from his mouth and painting the sky behind him. He didn't even have time to scream.
CRASH!
He smashed directly through the main reinforced wall of the hotel, disappearing in an explosion of plaster, brick, and twisted steel. He collapsed somewhere in the rubble outside, his fate utterly unknown.
The hall was frozen. Shen Anyu didn't even spare the new hole in the wall a second look.
"And you lot," he said, his voice still calm, his gaze now sweeping over the hundreds of elite Yu Clan experts who had surrounded him. "Do a bunch of ants dare to show off before me?"
He raised his hand and pressed his palm down into the empty air.
A force beyond comprehension descended. It was not wind, not energy, but the very weight of the sky itself, solidified and focused into an invisible, crushing mountain.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
In a single, horrifying instant, every single one of the Yu Clan's experts was slammed face-first into the ground. The unified sound of bodies hitting marble was like a single, massive drumbeat, followed by the sickening crunch of bone. They coughed up violent mouthfuls of blood, their eyes rolling back in their heads as they instantly lost consciousness, their fighting spirit extinguished in a fraction of a second.
Silence.
At this moment, the most luxurious and spacious banquet hall of the Hilton Hotel was utterly silent. It was a dead, suffocating quiet.
This top-tier, five-star hotel in Hangzhou, with its grandest hall capable of accommodating over 1,400 people, was packed to the brim with prominent figures from every walk of life, all of whom had come to attend the welcome banquet for the Yu Clan's heir, Yu Guanying.
But at this very moment, every single one of them wore the same expression of stunned, slack-jawed disbelief, their eyes glued to the impossible scene before them.
Many people blinked hard, rubbing their eyes, convinced they were hallucinating, that this entire sequence was a vivid, shared illusion.
After a long, pregnant pause, once their minds confirmed that the carnage was real, the entire banquet hall erupted into a chaotic uproar, the sound like a pot of water hitting a rolling boil. Discussions exploded everywhere.
"Hiss… Unbelievable. Truly unbelievable! What in God's name did I just witness?"
"Heavens above! The Shen Family's Young Lord actually possesses such terrifying strength? I know a few experts in the martial arts world, but even a Martial Arts Grandmaster is a world away from Young Lord Shen's bearing!"
"He is simply like a heavenly god descending to the mortal world! Unstoppable! He's a living deity!"
"Too powerful! Is this the true, hidden strength of a top-tier noble family?"
"Such a handsome appearance, such a prominent background, and this kind of overwhelming power… he truly captures the heart!"
"..."
Inside the opulent hall, everyone stared at Shen Anyu with a mixture of terror and awe. Watching the handsome and refined Young Lord casually suppress hundreds of the Yu Clan's most fearsome experts had sent waves of shock and admiration through their hearts.
This was especially true for some of the fair, wealthy, and beautiful socialites and the wives of powerful men—their fervent, heated gazes were practically sparkling, fixed on him as if he were the only man in the world.
"Master Shen is actually this formidable… and he is the Young Lord of Yanxia's Shen Family! He is truly unparalleled in grace, a hero among heroes!" Zhang Yunhai was practically prostrate with admiration. He had initially thought Shen Anyu was walking into a death trap, but now he realized the young man had casually, effortlessly, turned the tables.
Not only did he possess a background that could shake the heavens, but his personal strength was also this immense, this unfathomable.
'What a pity, what a colossal pity. If only Master Shen were still single… introducing Yaqian to him would surely be a wonderful match.'
Thinking of this, Zhang Yunhai felt a sharp pang of regret. If his precious daughter, Zhang Yaqian, could find a desirable son-in-law like Shen Anyu, he would wake up laughing from his dreams every single night.
Unfortunately, the magnificent Ling Qingcheng was already by Shen Anyu's side.
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine Ling Qingcheng's favorability +20. Plundered +60,000 Destiny Points!]
Ling Qingcheng stared blankly at the man in front of her. He had repelled that terrifying old man in the Tang suit with a single glance and suppressed hundreds of Yu Clan elites with one casual press of his hand. She was so shocked she was speechless, her full red lips parted slightly, unable to form a single word for a long, long time.
When she finally snapped out of her daze, Ling Qingcheng's beautiful eyes shone with a brilliant, complex light, and her heart rippled with a strange new emotion. She thought to herself:
'Although he is a scumbag… he is an undeniably excellent one. No wonder even someone like Zhang Yaqian fell for him.'
She pursed her red lips. Vaguely, it seemed she could still feel the phantom warmth of Shen Anyu's lips on hers, and a complicated, flustered expression flashed across her beautiful eyes.
Beside her, He Yiyi's pure little face was wreathed in smiles. She was giggling dizzily, looking adorably naive and completely smitten.
To be liked by such a man… it felt like a dream, a beautiful, perfect dream, one that she hoped she would never, ever wake up from.
And at this very moment.
The most shocked person in the entire hall was Yu Guannan. As a Martial Arts Grandmaster herself, seeing this scene unfold up close, she understood far better than anyone else just how unbelievably, terrifyingly powerful Shen Anyu truly was.
Uncle He, a man she addressed with the utmost respect, was an extremely strong warrior even among Martial Arts Grandmasters—an existence at the Great Grandmaster Late Stage. He had been sent as the personal protector for her and Yu Guanying on this trip and was considered one of their most powerful trump cards.
Even when facing two or three ordinary Martial Arts Grandmasters at once, Uncle He could contend with them.
Yet now, he was instantly defeated by Shen Anyu with a single glance?
And hundreds of the Yu Clan's elite experts, all at the Innate Realm, were completely wiped out by a single press of Shen Anyu's palm into the void?
Was she dreaming? Was this some kind of horrific nightmare?
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