Upon seeing that not only his eldest brother, Wei Xingbo, but also his third uncle, Wei Zixing, had arrived, Wei Shaoqiu was instantly ecstatic!

What kind of strength does his third uncle possess? He's an eighth-rank Fist Master!

However…

As excited and delighted as Wei Shaoqiu had been moments before, he was now equally horrified and perplexed.

Those were his eldest brother and third uncle—what esteemed status did they hold? And yet, they were kneeling directly in front of that man?

Wei Shaoqiu's eyes bulged, and his jaw dropped so wide it could have fit a fist.

The onlookers exchanged looks, dumbfounded and speechless. From Wei Shaoqiu's earlier words, they knew the Wei Family had come for revenge. But how could the great young master and third master of the esteemed Wei Family kneel the moment they arrived?

What in the world was going on?

Zheng Xiaoman stared at the kneeling Wei Xingbo and Wei Zixing, her face a picture of disbelief.

For a moment, the entire tavern hall fell silent, as if it had plunged into a realm of death.

Chen Yang didn't look at Wei Xingbo and Wei Zixing kneeling at his feet. Instead, he turned to Yang Hu with an inquisitive gaze.

Yang Hu scratched his head, deciding not to reveal his purpose just yet, especially with so many unrelated people around.

A moment later, Wei Shaoqiu let out a hysterical roar. "Brother! Third Uncle! What are you doing? Think of your positions! Why would you kneel to this person?"

"Get up! I order you, stand up this instant!"

Wei Shaoqiu had descended into a frenzy. He had been prepared to witness Chen Yang's gruesome death, but instead, his eldest brother and third uncle were kneeling before the man. The immense contrast felt like it was tearing his body apart, threatening to shred his very soul along with it. His reason had been burned to ashes, leaving only instinctual indignation and fury to drive his body.

"Shut your mouth!" Wei Zixing whipped his head around, his chilling gaze like two blades of ice. He said coldly, "Do you have any idea what kind of disaster you've caused? Get down here and kowtow in apology at once!"

Wei Shaoqiu roared ferociously, "He's just a worthless freeloader who married into a family for support! What right does he have to make *me* kowtow and apologize? In my eyes, he's not even worth a fart!"

"Get up already! You've thrown away all the Wei Family's dignity!"

Unlike him, Guo Kun had not lost his senses. This situation is clearly not right. The Wei Family's young master and third master aren't fools. With so many people watching, why would they perform such a humiliating act as kneeling? Have they no regard for their own dignity? There's only one possibility. That man, Chen Yang, who has been indifferent this entire time, must have backing so powerful that even the Wei Family dare not offend him and can only kneel in supplication.

At that thought, Guo Kun took a sharp intake of breath, his expression one of horror.

It's true. Until you reach the point where you can blot out the sky with one hand, you will always meet your match.

He hurriedly approached Wei Shaoqiu, trying to calm him. "Young Master, please calm down. Something is very wrong here! You should listen to the Third Master and go down to make amends."

Wei Shaoqiu whipped his head around and snarled, "I knew it, you dog, you look down on me too! He's just a nobody! Am I really inferior to him?"

"Young Master, the Eldest Young Master and the Third Master have both knelt. Can't you see how wrong this situation is?" Guo Kun was speechless. He stepped closer to help Wei Shaoqiu up, continuing, "We cannot afford to provoke that guy."

Those words ignited the fury already burning within Wei Shaoqiu, and his eyes turned bloodshot. He grabbed a long shard of broken glass from nearby and stabbed it directly at Guo Kun, who was bending over to help him.

Guo Kun's face filled with terror and shock.

But Wei Shaoqiu had no intention of stopping. He stabbed seven or eight more times before tossing the glass aside and laughing maniacally, "You said there's someone I can't provoke? In all of Lingjin City, is there anyone I need to fear?"

Guo Kun's pupils dilated. With a look of disbelief, he collapsed straight to the ground. His eyes were wide open in death, as if refusing to close.

He never would have dreamed that his end would come at the hands of his own young master.

"He's mad! He's gone completely mad! Mr. Wei has lost his mind."

"Just think about it. For so many years, he's been the one trampling on others, acting like he's the Heavenly King himself. You can imagine how he must feel now."

"What goes around comes around. Serves him right!"

"Are you tired of living? How dare you say such things here?"

"..."

In an instant, the tavern erupted with heated discussion about Wei Shaoqiu. When it came to the most notorious young masters in Lingjin City, Wei Shaoqiu was undoubtedly at the top of the list. Seeing him meet such a fate today was a deeply satisfying sight for many.

Wei Zixing's face was so gloomy it looked like water could drip from it. That accursed spawn, how could he be so utterly blind to the situation?

The next second, BOOM!

The Wei Family's third master shot forward, lightly tapping a nearby table to launch himself into the air. He flew through the shattered window and landed inside the private room. Without a word, he grabbed Wei Shaoqiu and whispered fiercely, "He is the Zhennan Prince! If you dare spout any more nonsense, our entire Wei Family will be dragged down with you!"

With those words, Wei Shaoqiu froze. Then, the ferocious twist of his face visibly slackened, turning deathly pale. It was as if a bucket of icy water had been poured over him, chilling him from head to toe, the cold seeping into his very marrow.

After swallowing hard, Wei Shaoqiu's voice trembled. "He... he's the Zhennan Prince?"

"Otherwise, why do you think your brother and I knelt?" Wei Zixing clenched his teeth. That single act of kneeling had utterly stripped the Wei Family of all its dignity. Without a doubt, the scene from today would sweep through all of Lingjin City in no time.

"I, I..."

Not daring to delay any longer, Wei Zixing grabbed Wei Shaoqiu, jumped down from the room, and threw him in front of Chen Yang before promptly kneeling again himself.

"I-I'm sorry! I know I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong!" Wei Shaoqiu scrambled to kneel properly, wailing hysterically.

He was terrified—scared to death.

Who was the Zhennan Prince? To put it bluntly, he could be crushed into dust with a flick of the man's little finger.

"My Lord," Wei Zixing said with utmost sincerity, "it was my failure to discipline him that allowed this miscreant to offend you! Please rest assured, once we return, I will discipline him with the utmost severity and ensure he never causes such trouble again. I beg that you show mercy."

Chen Yang glanced at him indifferently, then fixed his gaze on Wei Shaoqiu.

Wei Zixing's expression changed. Without another word, he drove a fist into Wei Shaoqiu's arm.

CRACK.

"Aaargh..." Wei Shaoqiu collapsed, screaming miserably.

Wei Zixing cupped his fist. "Please forgive us, my Lord."

"Sever your own arm."

Wei Zixing: "..."

Everyone: "..."

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