461: Chapter 461 Tearing a Tank Apart with Hands!

Ye Chen remained silent upon hearing this, his face devoid of any expression.

Only the members of the Hall of Saints surrounding them fell into fear and panic, one after another.

Crazy!

That Ye Chen is crazy!

Their Grand Speaker has gone crazy too!

However...

Olof stared fixedly at Ye Chen and continued to growl frantically.

"I'm not afraid to die!"

"Because I've lived for a full seventy-three years; I've had my fill!"

"But you're still young. You're only in your twenties. You have a bright future, a family, women, and brothers!"

"There's no need for you to throw your life away just to kill one person!"

"On the contrary..."

"If you die because of this, the loss won't be the Hall of Saints', but the Dragon Kingdom's!"

His voice softened slightly, clearly negotiating with Ye Chen.

"Release her, and I guarantee you'll leave Northern Europe safely."

"The Hall of Saints will no longer accept contracts from the Manluodi Family."

"From now on, we shall mind our own business and not interfere with each other."

"How about it?"

Ingrid was held in mid-air by Ye Chen, her life hanging by a thread.

But hearing Olof's words, a glimmer of hope for survival flashed in her eyes.

Who wants to die?

She didn't know about others, but she certainly didn't want to die!

For a moment...

She strained with all her might to squeeze a few words out of her throat.

"Re... release me!"

"Everything... can be discussed..."

But...

Before Ingrid could finish speaking...

*Crack.*

A crisp sound rang out.

Her neck was actually... snapped by Ye Chen!

Ingrid's eyes widened, and her head slumped to the side.

She never imagined...

That this audacious man from the Dragon Kingdom would actually! Actually! Actually! Really dare to kill her!!!

She was a Royal Princess!

Ye Chen loosened his grip, and the corpse slumped to the ground.

The entire place fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's eyes were wide as they stared at Ye Chen as if they had seen a ghost.

He... he really killed the Royal Princess?

Has this man from the Dragon Kingdom truly gone completely insane!?

Olof froze in place, the expression on his face a sight to behold.

Anger!

Shock!

Fear!

Various emotions intertwined on his old face, finally turning into a low growl.

"You... how could you dare???"

Ye Chen looked up and gazed at him calmly. "I killed her. So what?"

Olof's entire body was trembling.

He had seen countless madmen and countless desperate outlaws.

But he had never seen a young man in his twenties who, facing the barrels of over twenty tanks, armed helicopters overhead, and twelve missiles that could fall at any moment...

...would still dare to kill!

Olof opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words.

Ye Chen tilted his head, and seeing him like this, he couldn't help but smile.

"What? Didn't you say we'd perish together?"

"Where are the missiles? Why haven't they fallen yet?"

"Shall I help you count down?"

"Three? Two? One?"

Olof's face turned the color of pig liver, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"You demon!!!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen's smile remained, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"I'm a demon?"

"When your Hall of Saints took the Manluodi Family's contract and sent people to break into my home..."

"...did you think of yourselves as demons?"

Olof choked.

Ye Chen continued, "There is no absolute justice in this world, nor is there absolute right or wrong. Since you moved against me, is there a problem with me striking back?"

Olof's face was ashen, and his lips were trembling.

Ye Chen looked at him and spoke one word at a time.

"Well?"

"Is it a case of the officials being allowed to set fires while the commoners are forbidden to light their lamps?"

"Whatever you do is fine, but if I resist, I'm a demon?"

"You guys really think too highly of yourselves!"

Olof was stifled and speechless, his chest heaving violently.

He suddenly turned around and hissed toward the tanks, "Fire! Open fire! Blow this demon to pieces!!!"

*Boom!!!*

The barrel of the first tank suddenly spat out a tongue of flame!

The shell whistled toward Ye Chen with a piercing screech!

The next moment...

*Boom!!!*

*Boom!!!*

*Boom!!!*

Over twenty tanks opened fire almost simultaneously!

Flames soared into the sky!

Gunsmoke filled the air!

The entire underground space shook violently, and rubble fell from the dome like rain!

The surviving Hall of Saints members fled in all directions in terror!

Yan Qingwu's expression changed drastically.

Because a shell was flying directly toward her.

She instinctively tried to step back.

But before she could even take a step, Ye Chen appeared before her like a phantom and pulled her by the waist.

Then...

...dodging the artillery fire, he charged head-on toward the twenty-plus tanks!

Shells exploded behind him, flames and shrapnel chasing his footsteps, but they were always one step too slow!

Fast!

So fast the naked eye could hardly track him!

In an instant, Ye Chen had already rushed to the front-most tank.

Then...

...he raised his right fist and swung it casually.

*Boom!!!*

The frontal armor, claimed to be able to withstand armor-piercing shells, was like paper before his fist, instantly caving in with a massive crater!

The entire tank was sent flying by the punch, flipping twice in the air before smashing heavily into another tank nearby!

*Boom!!!*

The two tanks collided, flames soaring and fragments scattering everywhere!

Without stopping, Ye Chen held Yan Qingwu and charged toward the third tank.

One punch.

Another punch.

And another.

With every punch that landed, a tank was inevitably scrapped.

Some had their barrels flattened, some had their turrets blown off, and some had their armor pierced by a single punch, exploding on the spot!

Within just a few breaths, half of the twenty-plus tanks had turned into burning scrap metal!

The remaining tank crews panicked completely, reversing frantically to escape this devil!

But the underground space was only so large; where could they run?

Ye Chen's figure flashed as he caught up to another one.

He smashed his fist onto the barrel, and the thick tube bent down like a noodle, sparks flying from the turret!

A tank crewman scrambled out of the hatch and tried to flee, only to be struck by a piece of the barrel that Ye Chen had kicked away, falling to the ground instantly.

Yan Qingwu was held in Ye Chen's arms, the roar of shells in her ears and a battlefield of soaring flames before her eyes.

But her heartbeat was even more intense than the sounds of the explosions.

This man was holding her just like that, weaving through the artillery fire.

The shells from over twenty tanks chased them, yet they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

And him?

One tank per punch, as casual as cracking walnuts.

Yan Qingwu looked up at the side of Ye Chen's face.

She admitted it.

This man was truly too handsome.

Not the kind of handsome where the face just looks good, but the kind... that shakes one to the core.

The kind of handsome that comes from being so powerful it's dizzying.

Her heart skipped a beat, then another.

It's over, it's over, it's over.

She, Yan Qingwu, the Eldest Miss of the Yan Family of the Capital City, the sly goddess pursued by countless noble sons since childhood, actually...

...had fallen for him!

Ye Chen seemed to sense her gaze and looked down at her. "What's wrong? Scared witless?"

Yan Qingwu's face turned red, and she looked away.

"Who... who's scared witless!"

"You're the one who's scared witless!"

Ye Chen smiled and said nothing more.

The next second, he released her waist, his figure flashed, and he charged at another tank.

He swung his right fist.

*Boom!!!*

The tank's turret flew straight off, flipping several times in the air before smashing into the wall, scattering rubble.

Ye Chen withdrew his fist and turned to look at the last tank still struggling.

That tank's driver had gone completely mad, reversing frantically, the tracks grinding against the ground and throwing off sparks as he desperately tried to escape this devil.

But... there was nowhere to run!

Ye Chen walked over slowly, went to the side of the tank, raised his right foot, and kicked the track.

*Crack!*

The heavy track snapped instantly, and the tank tilted to one side, unable to move.

The hatch popped open, and a tank crewman in combat gear scrambled out, not even daring to look at Ye Chen as he bolted away.

Ye Chen didn't give chase; he simply turned around and walked back to Yan Qingwu's side.

"It's done."

Yan Qingwu looked at the tank wreckage scattered across the ground, her lips twitching slightly.

It's done?

Over twenty main battle tanks, just like that... it's done?

She took a deep breath, then another, trying to make herself look less shocked.

But when she saw that Ye Chen wasn't even out of breath, she couldn't help but curse in her heart.

Freak.

Truly a freak.

On the high platform...

Olof sat slumped on the ground, his gaze blank.

He had seen countless experts and weathered countless storms.

But he had never seen a monster like this.

Over twenty main battle tanks, equipped with armor-piercing shells specifically designed to deal with Cultivator, with firepower enough to destroy an army.

Yet before this man from the Dragon Kingdom, they hadn't even lasted five minutes.

No.

Never mind five minutes.

They didn't even last three.

The tank armor, claimed to be able to withstand armor-piercing shells, was as thin as paper before his fists.

Those shells with their terrifying power couldn't even catch up to his shadow.

This... just what kind of monster is he?