460: Chapter 460 Just you guys?

Everyone present looked grim.

The council members' expressions, in particular, were gloomy to the extreme.

That cage was the ultimate killing machine that the Hall of Saints had spent twenty years and countless resources to build.

It was specifically designed for practitioners, meant to deal with enemies whose strength was ridiculously high.

Even a Peak Celestial Master Realm expert trapped inside wouldn't last half an hour.

But this man from the Dragon Kingdom...

He actually smashed it open with his bare fists!

Now, he was provocatively arrogant toward them, as if mocking them for being...

Frogs at the bottom of a well!

Ye Chen tilted his head, looking at the stiff faces on the high platform, the corners of his mouth curling slightly. "Why aren't you moving?"

The twelve council members' expressions were frozen; no one dared to move, and no one could move.

Thor's legs felt as if they were filled with lead; he couldn't take a single step forward.

Ingrid's cold and elegant face was now filled with terror.

The obese council member was slumped at the edge of the platform, his flab trembling all over, and a wet patch was faintly spreading from his crotch.

Ye Chen sighed, looking disappointed.

"You were so arrogant just now, I thought you had some real skill."

"If you won't move, then I'll move myself."

He began walking toward the high platform.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Every footfall was like a heavy hammer, smashing ruthlessly against the hearts of those council members.

A tangible sense of pressure spread out bit by bit with his footsteps.

The hundreds of Hall of Saints elites standing behind the platform were shaking as they gripped their weapons.

As Ye Chen walked, he calculated in his mind.

He hadn't come here just to settle a score.

His true purpose was to...

Exert power.

Exert even greater power.

So that the shanhai bottle could frantically accumulate energy.

That way...

More Heaven Realm Experts could appear by his side!

Therefore...

He must not give up halfway.

Thinking of this, his pace quickened slightly.

On the platform, Thor finally snapped out of his shock. He gritted his teeth and roared hoarsely, "Attack! Everyone fucking attack! We have the numbers! We have the weapons! I don't believe we can't kill him!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Ye Chen's figure vanished from where he stood.

He didn't vanish.

He was just too fast.

So fast that no one's eyes could keep up with his speed.

In the next instant, he had already reached the high platform.

The twelve council members' faces changed drastically!

"Attack!!!"

Thor roared, holding his short axe across his body and swinging it forward with all his might!

The hundreds of elite members behind the platform also finally broke free from their fear and surged toward the platform like a tide!

Flash of blades!

Shadow of swords!

The energy fluctuations of ability users!

In an instant, the entire underground space was filled!

However...

Ye Chen merely raised his right fist and threw a casual punch.

BOOM!!!

The first Hall of Saints elite to reach him had his chest caved in instantly. He was sent flying back as if hit by a cannonball!

He knocked over seven or eight people behind him and crashed to the ground, never to get up again.

Ye Chen didn't stop, throwing another punch.

BOOM!!!

The second person didn't even have time to scream before being sent flying through the air, smashing into a wall ten meters away and sticking to it like a painting before slowly sliding down.

One punch, one person.

Another punch, another person.

Each punch wasn't fast; they could even be called casual.

But with every punch that landed, someone was bound to fall, their breath gone.

The Hall of Saints elites were like paper dolls before him; they couldn't withstand a single punch at all.

No.

Forget a punch.

They couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Within just a few breaths, dozens of corpses were lying on the high platform.

Thor's pupils constricted sharply, the veins on his hand gripping the short axe bulging.

He gave a furious roar and charged at Ye Chen with everything he had!

The short axe, wreathed in pale blue arcs of electricity, swung down ruthlessly toward the top of Ye Chen's head!

This strike contained his entire life's power!

However...

Ye Chen just tilted his head and glanced at him.

Then...

He raised his right hand and delivered a slap.

SLAP!!!

The crisp sound exploded in the underground space.

Thor's short axe, forged from refined steel, was sent flying from his hand by the slap, spinning a dozen times in the air before embedding itself in a distant wall.

As for Thor himself, the slap sent him spinning seven hundred and twenty degrees in the air. He crashed face-first onto the platform, his nose bridge shattering on the spot as blood sprayed everywhere.

He struggled to get up, only to find that every part of his body ached, his bones feeling as if they had fallen apart.

Ye Chen withdrew his hand and, without even looking at him, continued toward the remaining eleven council members.

The eleven council members were completely panicked.

If Thor couldn't even withstand a slap, what did they have to fight with?

"Run!!!"

Someone shouted, and the eleven of them turned and fled.

Some rushed toward the back of the platform, some ran toward the side passages, and some even jumped straight off the platform, wishing their parents had given them two extra legs.

But their speed was as slow as a snail's in Ye Chen's eyes.

He raised his right hand, his fingers curling into a claw as he made a grasping motion through the air.

The council member running in front felt an irresistible force surge from behind, and he was pulled back through the air!

In the next second, Ye Chen's fist smashed into his chest.

BOOM!!!

The man didn't even have time to scream before his life was extinguished.

Ye Chen tossed the corpse aside, his figure flickering as he caught up to the second one.

One punch.

Fatal.

The third council member had just reached the entrance of a passage and hadn't had time to dive in before Ye Chen appeared behind him.

One punch.

His back caved in, and he collapsed on the spot.

The fourth.

The fifth.

The sixth.

With every punch that landed, a council member fell.

With every punch that landed, another corpse was added to the platform.

The Hall of Saints elites watched this scene, their legs turning weak, not daring to step forward at all.

Going up was just seeking death.

How was this a battle?

This was clearly a massacre!!!

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight of the twelve council members were dead.

Ingrid, running at the very back, watched her companions fall one by one, and her mental defenses completely collapsed.

She suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at the young man covered in blood, shouting hoarsely.

"Ye Chen!"

"Behind us is the power of five Nordic nations!"

"If you dare to kill us, it means declaring war on those five nations!"

Ye Chen paused, tilted his head to look at her, and smiled slightly.

"Declaring war on five nations?"

"Just with all of you?"

He raised his right hand, his fingers curling slightly.

Ingrid felt an invisible force seize her throat, and she was lifted into the air, her feet leaving the ground as she struggled desperately.

"You... you..."

She clutched at her neck with both hands, her face turning bright red, her eyes filled with terror.

Ye Chen looked at her and spoke calmly.

"Your Hall of Saints took a contract from the Manluodi Family to kill me."

"Your people broke into my home, injured my people, and frightened my parents."

"You lured me into a trap, wanting to crush me into a meat patty."

"Now that you can't win, you bring up five nations to threaten me?"

He shook his head, a hint of mockery in his smile.

"Are all of you Northern Europeans so shameless?"

Ingrid struggled desperately, wanting to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Ye Chen looked at her with not a shred of pity in his eyes.

"In your next life, remember not to take contracts you shouldn't take."

Ye Chen's right hand tightened slightly. Ingrid's face had turned purple, her eyes rolled back, and her legs kicked weakly in the air.

Just then...

"Stop!!!"

An old and furious voice exploded in the underground space like a thunderclap.

Ye Chen tilted his head and looked toward the sound.

The speaker was none other than the white-haired Grand Speaker Olof.

At this moment, how did this "Shadow Throne" of the Nordic underground world still have any of his calm and composed demeanor?

His face was flushed red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his hands gripped the platform's railing tightly, looking like a dying old man.

"Ye Chen! Do you dare try to kill her?"

"She is the princess of the Swedish Royal Family! The daughter of the current King of Sweden!"

"If you kill her, you will be the enemy of the entire Swedish Royal Family! The enemy of the five Nordic nations!"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and looked at Olof, speaking slowly, "Do you think... I would care about any of that and not kill her?"

Olof's face turned ashen.

"I admit you are strong—strong enough that we all underestimated you!"

"But if you think you can do whatever you want in the Hall of Saints because of that, you are gravely mistaken!"

"Because you won't be able to get out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire underground space suddenly began to tremble!

RUMBLE!!!

Debris fell from the ceiling, the ground shook violently, and the corpses lying on the floor were tossed around by the vibrations!

Yan Qingwu's expression changed, and she instinctively grabbed a stone pillar beside her to steady herself.

In the next second...

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

The walls in all directions exploded one after another!

Amidst the swirling dust, one steel beast after another rolled in from behind the shattered walls!

Tanks!

A full twenty-plus main battle tanks!

The treads crushed the rubble and the corpses on the ground, and the dark muzzles of the cannons were all aimed at Ye Chen on the platform!

The heavy machine guns on the turrets also turned slightly, locking onto the target!

At the top of the underground space, a huge crack had opened at some point, through which the sky outside could be seen.

And in the sky, several black dots could be seen hovering...

Those were armed helicopters.

Olof stood behind the platform, looking at Ye Chen, the fear on his face gradually replaced by madness.

"Do you see that?"

"You think it's over?"

"Then you are gravely mistaken!"

"Three kilometers away, twelve missiles have already locked onto these coordinates!"

"If you dare to kill her, the missiles will fall immediately!"

"You, me, and everyone here—we will all die!"

"Mutual destruction!!!"