That idiot said that

Doesn't this amount to making it public that he had a deal with Black Purgatory?!

Not to mention others, even his own younger brother Chen Xiaoyi looked at him with a probing gaze.

Chen Shiyu's grip on the reins was so tight it almost crushed his knuckles. He drew his sword and leaped into the air, thrusting it straight at the "idiot" who had been shouting all the way: "You're asking for death!"

The boy in black seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.

He turned around in time, easily blocking Chen Shiyu's sword with a single stroke. A look of surprise appeared on his face, as if he was so shocked that he was speechless. He said, "Eh, esteemed sir, why are you personally taking to the field? Should I fight you or not?"

"Shut up!" Chen Shiyu was enraged by his words, and he thrust his sword with all his might, making it fast and ruthless, each strike a deadly move.

The boy in black didn't shut up; instead, he raised his voice eight octaves: "Hey, sir, you're acting so convincingly. Well, I'll have to show you some real skill too. Otherwise, if you accidentally kill me, I'll really lose a lot of money doing this business with you."

Chen Shiyu's teeth chattered as he listened, and he roared, "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Alright, alright, I won't lie. We don't even know each other, okay? How about we take it easy? Swords have no eyes, sir," the black-clad youth said, bargaining with him as he fought, his tone all talk and no action.

Chen Shiyu glared hatefully at the black-clad youth's face, which was covered by a black cloth, wishing he could stab him into a sieve with the sword in his hand.

His gaze swept over the sliver of blue undergarment peeking out from the boy's neck, and felt that it looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it.

At this moment, another young man in black stood not far from Chen Xiaoyi, his narrow, almond-shaped eyes slightly smiling, extremely handsome: "Little nobleman, this is a war. If you sit on the horse and keep moving, it will be difficult to explain when you get back. Why don't you get off and we can stretch our muscles a bit?"

The friendly tone was just like that of an old friend reuniting and inviting each other to exchange ideas.

Chen Xiaoyi: "..."

Who the hell are you?

But the young man in black seemed to give him no time to think. He raised his dagger, swept past the thirty-odd henchmen around him, and pounced over.

Chen Xiao was forced off his horse in one move and had no choice but to put up a fight.

Fortunately, the young man in black didn't strike too hard, keeping the force within the range that the attacker could barely withstand. At first glance, it seemed like the two of them were just playing around, each taking turns slashing and blocking a sword.

The Chen family soldiers, who had already fled some distance but could still clearly see the situation here when they looked back, heard the faint conversation and saw the Chen brothers and the two men in black pretending to "act".

This only strengthens my belief that today's events were orchestrated by the Chen brothers in collusion with the enemy!

The dozens of soldiers who were trailing behind, chased and wounded by the men in black, wept blood and roared angrily to the heavens:

"Duke of Chen! I send my greetings to your ancestors!"

"You despicable Chen family members, I will haunt you even as a ghost!"

The Chen family's soldiers, like headless flies, plunged into the nearby mountains and forests, scattering in all directions, not caring whether others had escaped like they had.

The situation was even more baffling for the brothers Chen Shiyu and Chen Xiaoyi.

Those men in black arrived suddenly, and left even more suddenly.

The defeat was somewhat expected, but the manner of the defeat was far beyond Chen Shiyu's expectations.

Apart from those thirty-odd trusted men, almost none of the soldiers they brought with them survived; they all ran away!