"Patriarch, Patriarch, something terrible has happened, the young master is in trouble..."
The leading iron-faced man rushed into the courtyard and shouted.
"What is it, rushing about so, can't you see we have a guest? What kind of decorum is this?"
An elder with sharp eyes slowly emerged from the room. Through the doorway, many beast-eared girls and elves chained with iron could be seen inside.
Beside the elder stood a warrior dressed in golden brocade robes, exuding a calm aura.
His breathing was steady, with a subtle flow of energy around his body.
This was a sign of an Emperor Realm powerhouse (the third to last cultivation realm).
There were only a little over a hundred such powerful individuals in the entire world, making them top-tier experts.
The elder showed immense respect to this warrior, fearing any slight displeasure.
"The... the young master is in trouble!"
The leader of the iron-faced men knelt on the ground, speaking fearfully.
"What trouble has he stirred up now? Which girl has he taken by force, or whose slave has he stolen? We will compensate them at a fair price, let them name it."
"Besides, who in the entire War Fortress doesn't know the power of our Qi family? Just mentioning our name would scare them half to death."
The elder said sternly, his tone filled with pride and arrogance.
"No, no, no, the young master he..."
"What about him? Can't you even explain it properly? Useless!"
"The young master... he is dead!"
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, the elder staggered back two steps as if struck by lightning.
He had only this one son, whom he had doted on and spoiled immensely.
And now he was dead!
"Who did it?! Who? I will kill their entire family!"
The elder roared in fury.
"It was... a foreigner. Judging by his clothes, he's not from around here. He was accompanied by three cat-eared girls, an elf, and two humans!"
"This time it wasn't the young master causing trouble. He stole the young master's slaves, and when the young master went to reason with him, he was vaporized!"
Thinking of the bizarre scene he had just witnessed, the leader of the iron-faced men still felt a shiver down his spine.
A person turning into steam, that defied all logic!
"This is too much! Summon everyone, we're going to avenge my son now!"
The elder's eyes were bloodshot as he roared ferociously.
"Don't bother, I'm here!"
Suddenly, a distinguished-looking man descended from the sky, landing gracefully on the ground.
The moment his feet touched the flagstones, an intense pressure erupted, scattering the leaves on the ground.
The previously sheltered courtyard was suddenly engulfed in a gale, the powerful pressure forcing the iron-faced men and others to the ground, struggling to breathe.
The elder and the brocade-robed warrior beside him were strong enough to have their internal energies counteract the pressure, allowing them to remain standing.
"Who are you? We have no enmity, why did you kill my son?"
Seeing Zhang Chen's power, the elder was deeply shocked and his tone became more polite.
His previous rage subsided considerably.
"If you don't want to die, release all your slaves. This world is too unjust and chaotic, I will establish a new world."
"A new world where beast-ears, elves, and humans can coexist peacefully."
"Anyone who dares to obstruct my path will be utterly erased from this world!"
Zhang Chen said calmly.
If anyone else had said these words, they might have sounded rather chuunibyou.
But spoken by Zhang Chen, surrounded by his immeasurably powerful energy, the threat was not to be underestimated.
"No matter what, you killed my son, and you will pay with your life!"
The elder steadied himself, regaining his courage, and shouted loudly.
Before making his move, he turned to look at the warrior beside him.
It seemed this individual was his ultimate reassurance.
The warrior beside him didn't even raise an eyelid, seemingly not taking Zhang Chen seriously at all.
When he felt the elder's questioning gaze, he simply smiled indifferently and said composedly:
"It doesn't matter, I will intervene when the time comes."
With these words, the elder's confidence soared. He let out a furious roar, leaped high, and a great saber materialized between his hands, slashing down towards Zhang Chen's head.
"Foolishness!"
Zhang Chen remained standing, not moving an inch.
Suddenly, the elder's face contorted in horror, and then his body, as it fell, gradually turned into a mist and finally vanished.
"He's dead, your turn!"
Zhang Chen turned his gaze to the warrior.