Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

"You... how dare you!"

Yang Tu was momentarily stunned, then anger flared in his eyes as he shouted, "What use would my daughter have in kidnapping him?"

Zhao Panlong retorted, "Then tell me, what use would Qin Zi have in kidnapping your daughter?"

"He..."

Yang Tu was at a loss for words. He wanted to say something, but could he really voice such thoughts?

Zhao Panlong continued, "There's no denying that your daughter is indeed quite beautiful, but there are countless beautiful women in this world. In fact, even within our Seven Martial Sect, there are several female disciples whose beauty is unrivaled."

"I would think that Qin Zi, no matter how foolish, wouldn't risk his life to kidnap your daughter."

Yang Tu was left speechless, fuming for a long moment before he burst out angrily, "Now the entire kingdom is saying that Qin Zi kidnapped my daughter. Doesn't Seven Martial Sect owe me an explanation?"

"Lord Nan Wang, I understand that the royal family rules this kingdom, but isn't this accusation a bit too far-fetched?" Zhao Panlong's expression turned cold as he firmly declared, "Do you really think that an army of tens of thousands could flatten the Seven Martial Sect?"

Boom!!

The next moment, an overwhelming aura erupted from Zhao Panlong, surging into the sky like a tidal wave, oppressing everything in its path.

"Bang!"

The golden chariot that Yang Tu was riding in was instantly shattered, leaving only the base, still attached to the beasts that had been pulling it.

Even the Nirvana Realm beasts pulling the chariot were forced to their knees by the immense pressure.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

Furthermore, the entire army felt the crushing weight of this pressure, their feet sinking into the ground as they struggled to stay standing, nearly forced to their knees.

One man's power, enough to suppress an entire army!

"Zhao Panlong, how dare you!"

Yang Tu was shocked, then enraged. He roared to the heavens, his own aura surging upwards.

Boom!

A pillar of light shot up from Yang Tu, piercing the sky, with swirling clouds forming around it.

If Zhao Panlong's aura was like the raging sea, then Yang Tu was the steadfast rock in that sea, standing tall amidst the storm. No matter how fierce the waves, he remained unmoved.

However, in a direct confrontation, Yang Tu's aura was slightly weaker, just enough to protect himself.

The army still felt the immense pressure from Zhao Panlong, who alone could slaughter this entire force!

"Lord Nan Wang, I suggest you leave. Until you have solid evidence, don't bring this matter up again. While the Seven Martial Sect may be small, we won't allow our disciples to be unjustly accused."

Zhao Panlong spoke calmly.

Boom, boom, boom!

As he finished speaking, a series of powerful auras erupted from within the Seven Martial Sect, spreading far and wide.

It felt as though countless towering mountains were rising from the ground, one after another, creating a majestic and awe-inspiring sight that struck fear into the hearts of all who witnessed it.

"Fine, fine, fine!"

Yang Tu's expression shifted, and then, in a fit of rage, he laughed coldly. "Seven Martial Sect, are you challenging the authority of the royal family? If that's the case, I'll report this to the royal ancestral hall. Let's see who truly rules this kingdom!"

With that, he barked, "Withdraw!"

The entire army seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as the soldiers turned in unison, and Yang Tu mounted one of the beasts.

They were preparing to retreat.

He hadn't brought out the old monsters of the Nan Wang Manor because he knew that even they wouldn't be enough.

He had already decided before arriving that if the Seven Martial Sect remained defiant, he'd have to involve the royal ancestral hall.

His daughter had been kidnapped, and this matter concerned the reputation of the Yang royal family. He was confident that the elders of the royal ancestral hall would not stand idly by.

"Sect Master, this..."

The Grand Elder Jia Tianhe showed a worried expression. If the royal ancestral hall truly got involved, it would be disastrous.

The royal ancestral hall, or the Yang family's ancestral hall, had been the cornerstone of the Yang family's rise to power when they established the kingdom.

It was a force powerful enough to sweep through the entire kingdom, and after over two thousand years, the strength of the royal ancestral hall had likely grown even more formidable.

"Haha, let them come."

Zhao Panlong chuckled and shook his head, seemingly unconcerned about the impending crisis facing the sect.

"What if we can't hold them off?"

Jia Tianhe frowned.

"Then we surrender."

Zhao Panlong replied, his face gradually turning serious as he said solemnly, "When it comes to standing firm, we must not retreat even a single step. If we can't hold them off, then dying in battle is the fate of warriors."

Jia Tianhe pursed his lips, saying nothing further.

He understood the logic.

Defending one's principles might justify any sacrifice, but the sect had been built over three thousand years. How could they easily give it up?

The sect had been inherited from their ancestors and borrowed from future generations. Did they really have the right to let it all be destroyed? There was no answer.

While Zhao Panlong, Jia Tianhe, and the other sect leaders were locked in an internal struggle, a voice rang out.

"Lord Nan Wang, please wait."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable clarity that everyone could hear.

The marching army halted, and Yang Tu, who was mounted on one of the beasts, turned to look back.

He saw a figure in white emerging from the Seven Martial Sect, standing in the sky and gazing back at him.

"Who are you?"

Yang Tu frowned. The man was strikingly handsome, and Yang Tu had never liked handsome men his own age.

"Qin Chuan, father of Qin Zi."

Qin Chuan replied with a smile.

"It's you!"

Yang Tu's eyes flashed with a sharp gleam as his body shot into the air like a dragon, rushing towards Qin Chuan!

"Whoosh!"

A beam of light streaked across the sky, causing the heavens to tremble as the air itself exploded, stirring up violent winds.

The next moment, a thunderous crash echoed across the sky like a clap of thunder, and a figure was sent hurtling toward the ground.

"Boom—"

Like a meteor striking the earth, the impact created a massive crater seven or eight meters in diameter. At the center of the crater, a figure knelt on one knee.

It was Yang Tu!

"Lord Wang!!"

"How can this be?!"

The generals of the Nan Wang Manor cried out in shock, and even the disciples of the Seven Martial Sect were taken aback.

Yang Tu, who was at the third level of the Tongtian Realm, had been defeated in a single blow, utterly crushed!

"Has Elder Qin Chuan broken through to the Tongtian Realm?"

"But even if he has, he shouldn't be this powerful. How could someone at the first level of the Tongtian Realm defeat someone at the third level?"

"Could it be that his foundation is incredibly deep due to years of preparation? But... he's still so young. His breakthrough speed is already astounding, so how deep could his foundation be?"

"A monster, a true monster!"

The elders of the Seven Martial Sect murmured among themselves, while the disciples watched in awe, not fully understanding but deeply impressed.

Hearing the discussions, Qin Chuan's lips curled into a smile. Just yesterday, he had received a notification from the system:

"Ding! Yang Tu, at the third level of the Tongtian Realm, has developed a killing intent towards your son. Following the principle of a father's love being as solid as a mountain, and the rule that a father must always win, your cultivation will be elevated to the third level of the Tongtian Realm, with invincibility at the same level!"

This time, the system hadn't used any discount compensation but had directly boosted his cultivation to the third level of the Tongtian Realm.

"Qin! Chuan!!"

At that moment, Yang Tu slowly rose from the crater. He clenched his teeth, glaring up at Qin Chuan. His golden robe fluttered in the wind, and his hair rustled like a furious lion's mane.

"Lord Nan Wang, there's no need to be angry. Now is not the time for accusations. We need to find them quickly; otherwise, these two children could be in danger."

Qin Chuan said solemnly.

"What do you mean?"

Yang Tu's eyes narrowed, his expression tightening.

"I'm certain that Qin Zi is with Princess Chu Yun, but it likely wasn't a kidnapping. Instead, they may have encountered danger together."

Qin Chuan sighed as he spoke.

"What makes you say that?"

Yang Tu's aura softened as his suspicions deepened.

"Before Qin Zi left for Tianmu Mountain, I specifically instructed him to protect Princess Chu Yun if she was in danger."

Qin Chuan explained honestly.

"Ridiculous! My Nan Wang Manor has no connection to you, and we've never had any dealings. Why would you be so concerned about my daughter?"

Yang Tu scoffed.

Qin Chuan simply smiled, seemingly unfazed by the response. He calmly replied, "It's true that my family has had no connection to the Nan Wang Manor and hasn't tried to curry favor with it over the years. However, your father and I were quite close back in the day. If we're being strict about it, you should be calling me… Uncle."