High Martial Arts: Invincible Starts from Basic Archery Chapter 780 - 611: Let Me Do It

The previously boisterous hall fell into a sudden, heavy silence the moment those words were spoken.

Dozens of pairs of eyes shifted simultaneously toward the entrance.

A young man with a vaguely familiar countenance stepped slowly into the room.

"Who goes there?"

Recovering from the initial shock, one man stood up and barked a reprimand, "Who granted you entry? Are you unaware that this is a restricted zone of the Liu Family?"

What were the guards outside thinking?

How could someone just walk in without a single word of warning being sent ahead?

Chen Fan’s attention bypassed the man entirely, landing on the figures seated in the positions of honor. "Which one of you is the Liu Family patriarch?" he inquired.

"Boy, I am speaking to you! Are you deaf?"

Seething with rage, the man lunged forward, intent on teaching this uninvited guest a painful lesson.

"Halt!"

A sharp command echoed from behind, forcing the man to freeze in his tracks.

The voice belonged to an Elder.

Rising slowly from his seat, the Elder offered a shallow bow. "So, it is Elder Chen who has graced us with his presence. Please forgive our lack of hospitality."

"What? Elder Chen?"

"This youth looks younger than any of us. Why is Uncle addressing him as Elder?"

Gasps of astonishment rippled through the Liu Family members, their expressions masked in disbelief.

However, a few individuals had already recognized the visitor’s identity.

This was Chen Fan—the man who had slaughtered their family ancestor and over a dozen other experts back in Jiangnan City.

In an instant, the blood in their veins turned to ice, and a single, terrifying thought gripped them.

Why had he come here?

"It seems you have a sharp eye," Chen Fan remarked with a slight nod.

"Elder must be joking," Liu Zhenyang replied, a bitter smile touching his lips.

With his ancestor dead at this man's hands, he harbored a murderous hatred for Chen Fan.

Yet, what power did he have?

Should he scream for vengeance? If he did, he would likely be joining his ancestor in the grave within the next second.

To endure is to find peace; to retreat is to find safety. The most prudent path was to survive long enough to report this tragedy to the Elder Council.

"What business brings the Elder to the Liu Family?"

"Did I not just state my purpose?"

Chen Fan’s gaze swept over him. "Must I repeat myself a second time?"

The complexions of everyone present, including Liu Zhenyang, turned ashen.

Was he truly here for the Divine Demon-level Martial Arts that their clan had guarded for generations?

"Surrender the Divine Demon-level Martial Arts, and I shall allow you to live," Chen Fan declared casually, as if he were discussing a minor errand.

Fury ignited in the eyes of those standing nearby.

Chen Fan had already taken the life of their ancestor, a blood debt yet unpaid. Now, he dared to demand their family's ultimate treasure?

This was an insufferable insult!

Liu Zhenyang remained tight-lipped.

Logic dictated that he should obey, for their very existence hung on Chen Fan’s whim.

And yet, he was loath to do it.

He could stomach the manual falling into anyone else's hands, but not this man’s. To yield to him would be an eternal stain on the Liu Family’s honor!

Even in death, he would be too ashamed to face his forefathers.

Chen Fan let out a soft sigh.

"Are you aware that I paid a visit to the Bai Family before coming here?"

"The Bai Family?"

A middle-aged man, whose features mirrored Liu Zhenyang’s, could no longer remain silent. He was the current patriarch of the Liu Family.

"Indeed," Chen Fan continued. "When I arrived, they were just like you—plotting my demise. But the moment they saw me, they became remarkably quiet."

"..."

The room was filled with a mix of indignation and humiliation. They knew Chen Fan was mocking them, labeling them as cowards no different from the Bai Family.

The problem was, they truly lacked the courage to act.

No one wants to die, especially those who have attained a status far above the common masses.

"When I demanded their Divine Demon-level Martial Arts, the Bai patriarch initially refused. Eventually, however, he dutifully escorted me to their Scripture Pavilion. Sadly, they possessed no such techniques. Even their most prized art, the Undying Golden Body, was riddled with flaws, so I discarded it."

Chen Fan shrugged. "Before your ancestor passed, he mentioned that the Liu Family holds a Divine Demon-level Martial Arts technique. I gave him my word that if you cooperate, I will not harm you. But if you choose to resist, I have no qualms about painting the Liu Family in blood today."

A deathly pallor washed over the faces of everyone in the hall.

Given his ruthless reputation in Jiangnan City, it was obvious he was no saint. It was highly probable that the Bai Family patriarch was already dead.

If they didn't comply, today would be their end.

Liu Zhenyang’s expression shifted through a dozen emotions before he finally let out a defeated sigh. "Giving the Divine Demon-level Martial Arts to the Elder is not out of the question. But could the Elder return it to us once he has mastered it? It cost our family generations of blood and sacrifice to obtain."

He was backed into a corner.

Refusal meant certain death, and his sacrifice would be meaningless. Everyone knew that if he fell, Chen Fan would simply move on to his son next.

"Do you honestly believe I am bargaining with you?" Chen Fan’s voice grew icy.

Liu Zhenyang trembled violently, his legs nearly giving out.

"M-my apologies, Elder. I shall retrieve the Divine Demon-level Martial Arts for you immediately," he stammered, his pride completely shattered.