462: Chapter 462 Is he humiliating us?

Around him, the surviving members of the Hall of Saints had faces as ashen as death, their legs turning weak.

No one knew who was the first to fall to their knees with a "thud."

Immediately after.

That sound spread like a row of falling dominoes...

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

...

One, two, three...

In the blink of an eye.

All the survivors were kneeling on the ground.

Some lowered their heads, some closed their eyes, some shook like sieves, and some had already wet their pants.

No one dared look up at Ye Chen.

Watching this scene, the final string in Olof's mind finally snapped with a sharp crack.

The next second.

He also knelt down.

"You... what on earth are you..."

Ye Chen walked up to him with his hands in his pockets, his face full of displeasure.

"You're all just kneeling like this?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a knife stabbing deep into everyone's hearts.

Ye Chen continued impatiently.

"Keep going!"

"Keep calling for backup!"

"Aren't you the Hall of Saints? Aren't you backed by five nations? Don't you have tanks, planes, and missiles?"

"Where are the missiles you mentioned just now? Why don't I see any?"

Olof's face turned the color of pig liver.

The Hall of Saints members behind him looked even worse than corpses.

Missiles?

Those things definitely existed.

But the problem was, who would dare to fire them?

When the Grand Speaker shouted about mutual destruction earlier, they thought the old man had gone mad.

But now, they realized...

Ye Chen was even crazier! Even more arrogant!

He actually wanted to see if missiles could kill him!

Olof's lips trembled incessantly: "You... you're crazy..."

"I'm crazy?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. "You were the ones who said you wanted mutual destruction. I'm just granting your wish. How does that make me the crazy one?"

He crouched down to look Olof in the eye.

"Come on, tell me, where are the missiles?"

"I can find them myself if I have to."

Olof was shaking all over, his old face turning various shades of blue and white.

Behind him, Thor lay prone on the ground. The agonizing pain of his broken nose made his vision darken, but he heard Ye Chen's words clearly.

A chill rushed from the soles of Thor's feet straight to the top of his head, making him forget the pain.

This madman was serious.

He really wanted to go find the missiles!

Crazy!

Everyone was crazy!

The whole world was crazy!

The kneeling members of the Hall of Saints wished they could bury their heads in the ground.

Some began to sneak backward, hoping to slip away while Ye Chen wasn't paying attention.

But before they could even move two steps, Ye Chen's voice rang out again.

"Why is everyone silent now?"

"Weren't you all quite talkative just a moment ago?"

"What was it? 'There is a path to heaven but you won't take it, there is no door to hell but you barge in anyway'?"

"What about 'even the Tianyi Realm is useless'?"

"And 'break it with your fists if you have the ability'?"

He mimicked them one by one, vividly capturing their tones; especially that of the fat councilman—it was identical.

But no one dared to laugh.

Seeing this, Ye Chen sighed.

"I thought your Hall of Saints could last a bit longer."

"And the result?"

"I hadn't even finished smashing the tanks before they were gone."

"I haven't even seen a shadow of those missiles you mentioned."

"That's it?"

"This is the level that dared to take a contract from the Manluodi Family?"

He shook his head, his disappointment unconcealed.

But that look of disappointment was more piercing than any mockery to the kneeling crowd.

Olof's face had turned purple.

Humiliation!

Blatant humiliation!

But a warrior can be killed but not insulted!

A surge of blood rushed to his head, and he snapped his head up, roaring hoarsely, "Ye Chen! Enough is enough!!!"

"I admit we lost! Completely and utterly!"

"But don't go too far!"

"Kill us if you want! Stop humiliating us here!!!"

After roaring, his eyes were bloodshot like a maddened old lion.

The surrounding Hall of Saints members were as quiet as cicadas in winter, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Ye Chen looked at him, the smile on his face slowly fading.

"You think I'm humiliating you?"

Olof gritted his teeth and didn't answer, but the fire in his eyes said everything.

Ye Chen shook his head and sighed.

"I'm not humiliating you."

"I just feel... it's not enough."

Olof was stunned. "What isn't enough?"

Ye Chen looked down at him and said seriously, "Not enough people, not enough venting. It makes this a wasted trip for me!"

Olof: "???"

Thor: "???"

All the kneeling Hall of Saints members: "???"

They stared with wide eyes, looking at Ye Chen in total confusion, their minds blank.

Not enough people?

Not enough venting?

And a fucking wasted trip!

Olof was so angry he nearly fainted. "You... how is this not humiliation???"

However.

He had truly misunderstood Ye Chen.

Ye Chen really didn't mean to humiliate them; it really wasn't enough!

A group of people who couldn't draw out much of Ye Chen's power meant he couldn't accumulate more side effects.

Without side effects, there would be no energy conversion.

Even if there weren't any absolute powerhouses, at least the numbers should have been sufficient, right?

But in reality...

There were none!

How disappointing!

Ye Chen looked at Olof's pig-liver-colored face and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Fine, if you say it's humiliation, then it's humiliation."

"Anyway, you guys wanted to squash me into a meat patty earlier. It's not too much for me to say a few humiliating words, right?"

Olof's expression stiffened.

Was it not too much?

It seemed it really wasn't.

Ye Chen didn't bother looking at his constipated-looking face anymore. Instead, he scanned the area and sighed.

"Alright, if this is all you've got, then I'll just have to silence everyone."

As soon as these words were spoken.

The temperature in the entire underground space seemed to drop to the freezing point instantly.

Olof shuddered and looked up in terror. "You... what did you say?"

Ye Chen tilted his head.

"Silence everyone. Is there a problem?"

Olof's face turned completely white. "Ye Chen! Have you gone mad? There are over a hundred people here! If you kill them all, aren't you afraid of starting a war between nations?!"

"War?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. "You're all going to die anyway. Even if a war starts, what does it have to do with you?"

Olof: "..."

True.

Once they were dead, even if the sky fell, what would it matter to them?

This young man had no intention of being reasonable from the start.

He came here to kill.

They had essentially invited a wolf into their home...

Olof slumped on the ground, his eyes vacant.

It was over!

Everything was over!

The Hall of Saints, with its century-long legacy, was to be destroyed today.

However.

Right then.

A somber voice came from the entrance without any warning.

"Ye Chen, leave a way out for others. Do you really think no one can deal with you?"

Everyone looked over together.

At the entrance, three figures walked in side-by-side.

They were three foreign-looking old men.

Each had white hair, yet their complexions were glowing.

The leader was the tallest, with an aquiline nose and deep-set eyes, radiating a powerful aura.

When Olof saw who it was, a flash of wild joy instantly erupted on his previously despondent face.

"Lord Auguste!"

"You... why have you come, sir?"

The old man, Auguste, glanced at him and spoke flatly, "If I didn't come, wouldn't the century-old foundation of the Hall of Saints be destroyed?"

Olof shuddered, his old face flushing red.

Auguste ignored him, his gaze falling on Ye Chen.

"You are Ye Chen?"

Ye Chen nodded: "Correct."

Auguste gave a slight nod.

"Chief Instructor of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion of the Dragon Group in Dragon Country, twenty-five years old, above the Celestial Master Realm, suspected to be in the Tianyi Realm."

He recited Ye Chen's information word by word.

"Killed the Third Elder of the Chen Family, killed the second master of the Manluodi Family, and retreated unscathed from the encirclement of thousands from the Ability User Bureau in the USA."

"Now you've fought your way to our Hall of Saints headquarters, killing eight councilmen and even the princess of the royal family."

"Young man, you are a very good fighter."

Ye Chen smiled slightly: "Thanks for the compliment."

Auguste narrowed his eyes, his voice turning cold.

"But do you know..."

"In this world, there are some people you cannot afford to provoke?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow: "For example?"

Auguste didn't answer, merely raising his right hand and slowly spreading his five fingers.

The next second.

"Boom!!!"

A terrifyingly peerless aura suddenly erupted from his body!

The strength of that aura was like a volcanic eruption, like a towering tsunami!

The kneeling members of the Hall of Saints were knocked over by this aura. Some fell flat on the ground, while others foamed at the mouth and fainted on the spot!

The gravel on the ground jumped violently, and cracks on the walls spread like spiderwebs!

Yan Qingwu's face suddenly changed drastically.

Tianyi Realm!

This old man was actually in the Tianyi Realm!!!