465: Chapter 465 So what if I'm your enemy?

Auguste knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling.

It was too humiliating.

Each of them was old enough to be Ye Chen's great-grandfather.

And the result?

They were being ruthlessly mocked by him!

It was humiliating to the extreme!

He struggled to crawl out from the pile of rubble, staring wide-eyed at Ye Chen and roaring hoarsely.

"To be able to step into the Tianyi... at such a young age..."

"You must have practiced a demonic technique!"

"Only a demonic technique could allow someone in their twenties to reach such a level!"

"Otherwise, there's simply no explanation!"

Another old man clutched his chest and climbed up from beside the tank wreckage, blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth; hearing this, he also abruptly looked up.

"Auguste is right!"

"A twenty-one-year-old above the Tianyi Realm is unheard of throughout history!"

"Aside from a demonic technique, there is absolutely no second possibility!"

He gritted his teeth and growled word by word.

"Ye Chen, you can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from us!"

"Since you've practiced a demonic technique, the Kunlun Ruins will never let you off!"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, looking at the two old fellows in front of him; far from being annoyed, he actually showed a bit of curiosity.

"You foreigners have mentioned the Kunlun Ruins several times now."

"What?"

"Could it be that you are also people from the Kunlun Ruins?"

As soon as these words came out, Frederick stood up clutching his chest, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a hint of pride appeared on his face.

"Ye Chen, do you think the Kunlun Ruins only exists in East Asia?"

"Dead wrong!"

"The entrances to the Kunlun Ruins are spread all over the world, spanning several continents, and not just in East Asia!"

"The three of us are precisely experts from Northern Europe within the Kunlun Ruins!"

He became more assertive as he spoke, and his back straightened a bit.

"So Ye Chen, if you really practiced a demonic technique, then cripple your own cultivation and hand over the secrets you possess!"

"Otherwise..."

He narrowed his eyes, and his tone suddenly turned cold.

"What you will face is not the Hall of Saints, nor the Five Nordic Countries, but the pursuit of the entire Kunlun Ruins!"

"When that time comes, there will be no place for you under heaven or on earth!"

Auguste also chimed in: "Exactly! Cripple your demonic technique, hand over the secrets, and we shall take charge and spare your life!"

Ye Chen looked at these three self-righteous old fellows and suddenly laughed.

"Cripple my demonic technique, hand over the secrets..."

He slowly repeated the words, then tilted his head with a playful look, "And then hand them over for you to practice, right?"

The expressions of the three men froze instantly.

Ye Chen scanned their expressions and continued to ask.

"What?"

"Did I hit the mark?"

"You old geezers keep talking about 'demonic techniques' with such self-righteousness, but in the end, aren't you just jealous?"

"Don't you just want to snatch the things I have?"

He shook his head with a look of disdain.

"Why put on such a hypocritical act?"

Auguste's face turned the color of pig liver.

"You're spouting nonsense!"

"We have lived for over ninety years; what haven't we seen? Why would we be jealous of a junior's things?"

"We are doing this for the sake of all living beings! To stop demonic techniques from harming the world!"

Ye Chen looked at him, his smile unchanging.

"Oh?"

"Then tell me, what is a demonic technique?"

"What does it look like? What does it taste like? What color is it?"

"What symptoms appear when one practices it?"

"Have you seen it?"

"Have you studied it?"

"Have you investigated it?"

A series of questions were hurled at him, making Auguste suddenly unable to hold his composure.

The people around them were also left speechless one by one.

None of them had seen what that demonic technique looked like, and the moves Ye Chen displayed didn't seem unique to demonic techniques...

But that monstrous speed of improvement made people have to suspect if it was a demonic technique.

But now, it was just suspicion; there was no evidence at all.

What if...

His talent really was that heaven-defying?

Seeing the dead silence around him, Ye Chen shrugged.

"See, you know nothing, yet you immediately claim I practiced a demonic technique."

"Isn't this a classic case of..."

He paused, his smile becoming even more brilliant.

"If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a pretext?"

Auguste snapped out of it and began to grit his teeth.

"You... stop your sophistry!"

"To have this kind of strength at twenty-four or twenty-five, it's absolutely impossible without a demonic technique!"

Frederick gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Ye Chen, your sophistry is useless!"

"The Kunlun Ruins will surely investigate today's matter to the end!"

"You..."

Before he could finish.

Ye Chen raised his hand and pushed forward, interrupting Frederick.

"Alright, enough nonsense."

"Regardless of whether the Kunlun Ruins will let me off, I don't plan on letting you off today."

As the words fell, the faces of the three men turned completely pale.

Auguste instinctively took half a step back, only to find he had nowhere to retreat.

Frederick's whole body was trembling, his severed arm hanging at his side, the pain making him break out in a cold sweat.

The other old man's legs went soft, and he almost knelt down again.

"You... you can't kill us!"

Frederick roared hoarsely, his voice filled with terror.

"We are people of the Holy Sect of the Kunlun Ruins!"

"If you kill us, you will be making an enemy of the Holy Sect!"

Ye Chen tilted his head: "So what?"

Frederick froze.

Ye Chen continued.

"I've offended the USA's Ability User Bureau."

"I've offended the Manluodi Family."

"I've offended your Hall of Saints."

"I've offended the Five Nordic Countries."

"Adding one more Holy Sect doesn't seem like much, does it?"

"When you have too many lice, you stop worrying about the bites."

Hearing this, Auguste became even more panicked.

"Ye Chen, you are indeed very strong, so strong that the three of us are no match for you."

"But if you think you can do as you please in front of the Kunlun Ruins because of that, you are dead wrong!"

"In the Kunlun Ruins, there are existences you can't even imagine!"

"Those existences could crush you with a single finger!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen wasn't flustered; instead, he laughed.

"Is that so?"

"Then I'd like to see for myself."

He raised his right hand and made a grasping motion with his fingers.

An invisible, terrifying suction force instantly enveloped Auguste.

Auguste's expression changed drastically; he tried his best to steady himself, but found that the force was simply not something he could resist.

His feet plowed two deep furrows in the ground, and his whole body flew uncontrollably toward Ye Chen.

The next second.

Ye Chen's right hand had already gripped his throat.

Auguste was lifted into the air, his feet off the ground, his hands desperately trying to pry Ye Chen's fingers away, but he found those five fingers were like iron pincers, not moving an inch.

"You... you can't kill me..."

He managed to squeeze out a few words from his throat, his face already turned purple.

Ye Chen looked at him, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Are those your last words?"

"Then it's a pity..."

As the words fell, Auguste's neck was snapped.

Ye Chen then let go, and the corpse fell limply to the ground.

A Mid-stage Tianyi Realm expert was just squeezed to death like that???

Everyone's faces were filled with fear.

They realized one thing...

They had provoked an existence they shouldn't have!

The faces of Frederick and the other man turned completely pale.

Ye Chen turned around, his gaze falling on them.

"It's your turn."

Frederick's legs gave way, and he knelt directly on the ground.

"Mr. Ye! Mr. Ye! Spare me!"

"I was wrong!"

"I shouldn't have said you practiced a demonic technique! I shouldn't have been jealous of your things!"

"Please spare my life!"

He kowtowed like a woodpecker, his forehead hitting the ground with a thudding sound.

This scene.

Left everyone around them stunned.

FUCK?

A Tianyi Realm expert who was acting tough and threatening Ye Chen just a moment ago knelt down to beg for mercy the next???

That's a Tianyi Realm expert...

However.

Something even more shocking happened next.

The other old man also couldn't hold out, falling to his knees with a thud, his whole body shaking like a leaf.

"Mr. Ye! I was also bewitched by Auguste!"

"I... I had no ill will toward you! Please show mercy!"

The two of them knelt on the ground, tears and snot flowing, completely losing the prestige of a Tianyi Realm expert!

Ye Chen looked down at them and suddenly sighed.

"If you had continued to be a bit tougher, I might have thought a bit more highly of you."

"But now..."

He shook his head with a look of disgust.

"Forget it, this is boring."

As soon as Ye Chen finished speaking, Frederick and the old man trembled all over, their eyes full of despair.

"Mr. Ye! We..."

Frederick wanted to say something more, but Ye Chen had already stepped forward.

"Slap!!!"

A slap landed on Frederick's face.

This Mid-stage Tianyi Realm expert who had lived for over ninety years was sent flying like a struck ball, spinning a dozen times in the air before slamming hard into the distant wall.

"Bang!!!"

The wall collapsed with a roar, and the rubble buried his body; there was no longer the slightest sound.

Ye Chen withdrew his hand, not even glancing at the pile of rubble, and turned to look at the last old man.

The old man was slumped on his knees, shaking like a leaf.

"Don't... don't kill me..."

"I'm going to kill you anyway, so what?"

Ye Chen raised his right hand and slapped down nonchalantly.

"Slap!!!"

The old man's head burst like a watermelon, and his body fell straight back, hitting the ground.

The entire underground space was deathly silent.

The surviving members of the Hall of Saints were all silenced.

No one dared to look up.

No one dared to make a sound.

Because...

They were afraid that the next one to die would be themselves!

Three Mid-stage Tianyi Realm old monsters were each slapped to death with a single blow.

What did people like them even count for?