Power struggle at the chen family

Back at the Chen Residence

"What is that noise? What's happening?" Chen Mo shouted, his eyes scanning the chaos.

"Help! Help! We need water! The fire is out of control!" The cries of people echoed in the distance.

"Haha! Your death is finally here, Chen Ye!" Chen huo's voice rang out, dripping with arrogance. "If you had surrendered your postion earlier, I wouldn't have had to escalate things this far. But now… it's too late!" His sinister laughter filled the air.

"I never imagined it would end like this. colluding with Outsiders, all for a mere position. You are a traitor to the Chen family!" One of the injured elders of the Chen family spat, blood trickling from his mouth.

"Chen Huo, you lost to me during the family competition and since then you have been holding a grudge against me, Your heart is too blind, too cruel. With your mindset, you'll never reach the true martial peak!" Chen Ye taunted.

"Chen Ye, are you lecturing me now, just as you're about to die?" Chen Huo answered coldly, his eyes narrow with disdain.

Chen Huo turned to the three grandmasters sent by Prince Tianlong. "Masters, please… act. Kill this bastard!"

The three grandmasters moved in unison, their power overwhelming the elite fighters and elders of the Chen family.

"Haha, worthy of being the Prince's guards! Their power is terrifying!" Chen Huo shouted, an eerie smile curling his lips.

As the grandmasters attacked Chen Ye, a voice suddenly cut through the chaos.

"Stop!"

The three guards froze, their movements halted by the commanding shout. The one who spoke was none other than Chen Mo!

"You ungrateful bastard!" Chen Mo's voice was full of fury. "First, your son tried to kill me in the arena. Then you sent assassins after me in the forest. And now you want to kill my father? You have no shame!" His voice thundered. "Today, if I, Chen Mo, don't kill you, I'll never be worthy to bear the Chen name!"

"Son, no! Run! Leave the Chen Residence! You're the only one who can revive the family!" Chen Ye cried out in panic.

Chen Mo's expression softened, but his resolve was clear. "Father, don't worry. Take this." He handed him the Fire Lotus.

"This-this is Fire Lotus! Where did you get this?" Chen Ye gasped in disbelief.

"Father, now is not the time for questions. The most important thing is for you to consume it and recover your strength as quickly as possible," Chen Mo urged with a gentle smile.

Chen Ye nodded, his expression filled with acceptance. "I understand."

"No! You have to stop him! If Chen Ye recovers, we're all doomed!" Chen Huo shouted in desperation.

Hearing his command, the three grandmasters immediately moved to prevent Chen Ye from refining the Fire Lotus.

Chen Mo stepped forward, standing between his father and the grandmasters. "Father, don't worry. I'll hold them off. You refine the Lotus."

Chen Huo ground his teeth in frustration. "Chen Mo, do you think you can fight three grandmasters? Have you grown so arrogant after defeating my son?"

Chen Mo smirked, dodging their attacks effortlessly. "Oh? You think I can't? Then open your eyes and watch."

In his mind, Chen Mo knew this wouldn't be easy. Fighting three grandmasters at once? It's tough at my current level. But with the passive skills I gained from the system, I'll manage to hold them off long enough for Father to refine the Lotus.

Chen Huo, watching the fight unfold, was struck with disbelief. How is it possible that bastard Chen Mo, is so strong? He's actually holding off three high-ranking grandmasters. Even I can't withstand three moves from one of them...

No. This bastard must die. If he doesn't, he will bring future trouble.

Chen Huo decided to join the fight himself to end it faster. But just as he was about to strike, a booming voice shattered the air—a voice filled with boundless power. It was Chen Ye!

Breaking through the realms, his aura surged:

Martial Grandmaster Mid → Martial Grandmaster High → Early Martial Spirit Realm → High Spirit Realm → Martial Spirit Peak!!

Chen Ye was finally back at his peak.

"Haha! I've missed this kind of power!" Chen Ye shouted, his voice filled with triumph.

He looked at Chen Huo, his eyes burning with rage. "It's time for your judgment, Chen Huo."

Chen Huo trembled, a chill running down his spine. The pressure emanating from Chen Ye was suffocating.

The three grandmasters were no better. Their faces drained of color as they felt Chen Ye's overwhelming presence.

In an instant, Chen Ye moved like lightning, killing all three grandmasters in the blink of an eye.

"No! Please! Don't kill me! I swear I won't do it again! I beg you!" Chen Huo shrieked, terror filling his voice.

"Begging for mercy?" Chen Ye's voice was as cold as ice. "It's too late."

"Father, don't kill him yet!" Chen Mo shouted urgently.

Chen Ye paused, his gaze turning toward his son. "You want me to spare him?"

"No," Chen Mo replied, his voice calm but filled with malice. "You misunderstood, Father. I want to kill him… with my own hands!"