472: Chapter 472 If you can't beat them, just call them monsters?

"Intent!"

"You are so young, yet you can use Intent???"

The expression of the leading Black-robed man changed completely.

Intent.

That was something beyond True Qi and beyond Mental Power; it was a realm that a martial artist might never touch in their entire life.

If a person could use Intent, they were almost invincible among those of the same level!

Because "Intent" would double his combat power!

In the entire Kunlun Ruins, the powerhouses who could comprehend "Intent" were few and far between. Every person who grasped "Intent" was an existence standing at the top of the pyramid.

But this young man in his twenties before them...

Could actually use Intent?

How was this possible!

However.

Ye Chen did not answer him.

Nor did he wait for Ye Chen's answer.

Because his blade had already arrived.

Clang!!!

The Black-robed man did his best to dodge to the side. The pitch-black long blade whistled past his shoulder, the edge cutting through his black robe and leaving a deep, bone-deep gash on his shoulder.

Blood splattered.

He let out a muffled groan and staggered back.

But before he could steady himself, the long blade traced a bizarre arc in the air, reversed direction, and stabbed toward his heart from behind!

"Damn it!"

He cursed angrily and thrust out both palms. A surge of powerful True Qi blasted out, knocking the long blade off course by three inches.

The blade deflected, grazing past his ribs and bringing up another mist of blood.

On the other side, the Black-robed man with the daggers was in an even more miserable state.

The two short daggers were like two venomous snakes, attacking left and right, up and down, never leaving his kidneys with every strike.

He dodged desperately, his palms constantly striking out True Qi to knock away the daggers, but the daggers seemed to have a life of their own, avoiding his palm winds every time and then stabbing from tricky angles.

Puchi!

A short dagger pierced his left kidney. He screamed in pain and slammed his right palm out, knocking that dagger away.

But the other dagger had already taken the opportunity to sink into his right kidney.

And then.

Left side again!

Right side once more!

Over and over...

He fell heavily to the ground because of the intense pain.

He struggled to climb up, but the two short daggers were already hovering before him, their tips pointed at his eyes.

He didn't dare move.

The third Black-robed man's fate was not much better.

Those Silver Needles were things he had nurtured with his Mental Power, and every single one was infused with his will.

But now...

Those Silver Needles were completely suppressed by Ye Chen's "Intent," and instead, they surrounded him.

Countless Silver Needles hovered in mid-air, tips pointing inward, trapping him in a circle less than two meters in diameter.

If he dared to move even a little, those Silver Needles would turn him into a sieve.

He stood frozen in place, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, not even daring to breathe too heavily.

As for the leading Black-robed man, he could no longer hold on either.

The long blade was like a maggot on a bone, chasing him all over the place.

Every time he dodged, another wound appeared on his body.

One on the left shoulder, one on the right ribs, one on the back, one on the thigh...

Blood poured out from seven or eight wounds, soaking most of his black robe.

His steps grew more and more staggered, and his True Qi was mostly depleted. Every palm strike to knock the blade away felt like a dying struggle.

But that blade seemed to know no fatigue, continuing its frantic slashing.

It even...

Started producing streaks of Blade Qi!

Bang!

Soon, he finally couldn't hold on. His legs buckled, and he knelt on one knee.

The long blade traced an arc in the air and hovered three inches in front of his throat, the tip vibrating slightly and emitting a low hum.

He froze.

Because he realized that the two people behind him had also been subdued.

If they dared move again, they would become corpses!

Three weapons, three people—just like that, they were frozen in the parking lot.

The air seemed to have solidified.

Ye Chen walked slowly to the leading Black-robed man with his hands in his pockets, looking down at him from above.

"I said, this place is a graveyard. It suits you very well, doesn't it?"

The leading Black-robed man knelt on the ground, covered in blood.

He looked up at Ye Chen, his eyes full of disbelief.

"You... what kind of monster are you?"

Exactly!

A monster!

Only a monster could reach such a terrifying level.

Not only was he already at the late stage of the Tianyi Realm at such a young age, but he had even mastered "Intent"...

If those old monsters in the Kunlun Ruins found out about this, they would probably all go crazy.

Ye Chen tilted his head: "Monster? Do you people from the Kunlun Ruins start hurling insults whenever you can't win?"

The Black-robed man choked.

Ye Chen squatted down to look him in the eye.

"Your Punishment Palace wanted to recruit me. When I didn't agree, you threatened the people around me."

"Now that you can't win, you say I'm a monster."

"What? These days, I can't refuse you, and now I even need your permission to be human?"

The Black-robed man: "..."

Wait...

They were clearly praising him, weren't they? How did it turn into him not being human?

The leading Black-robed man's face turned the color of pig liver.

The Punishment Palace had always acted overbearingly.

If recruitment failed, they threatened.

If threats failed, they killed.

That way, they could eliminate any future trouble.

But now?

They couldn't kill Ye Chen; instead, they were kneeling before him.

What else was there to say?

Looking at him like this, Ye Chen shook his head and stood up.

"Fine, get up."

The three black-robed men were stunned, thinking they had misheard: "You... what did you say?"

"I said you can leave," Ye Chen said indifferently, putting his hands back into his pockets.

The three black-robed men kneeling on the ground were completely dumbfounded.

His two companions behind him were also stunned.

Wait...

He fought so ruthlessly just now, rubbing the three of them into the ground, and now he's just letting them go?

"You... what do you mean by this?" The leading Black-robed man's brain couldn't quite process it.

Ye Chen tilted his head, his smile unchanged.

"Can't understand human speech?"

"Then I'll be merciful and repeat it one more time!"

"What I mean is..."

"You can beat it."

"But remember this clearly: letting you go today isn't because I'm afraid of the Punishment Palace, nor because I can't afford to offend you."

"It's because I'm in a good mood today."

"It's my girlfriend's birthday, and I don't want her to see blood."

His gaze swept over the three of them one by one. "Understand?"

Hearing this, the faces of the three black-robed men turned pale and then flushed.

They understood!

It turned out the lives of the three of them weren't as important as a single birthday of his girlfriend!

It was simply an insult...

But what did they dare say?

Their lives were currently in Ye Chen's hands.

With just a single thought from Ye Chen, they would die here.

The leading Black-robed man took a deep breath and said in a heavy voice, "Aren't you... aren't you afraid of the Punishment Palace's retaliation?"

Ye Chen looked down at him and suddenly laughed.

"Do you think I would be afraid?"

The Black-robed man fell silent.

Indeed.

This young man even dared to blow up the Hall of Saints, dared to kill three old monsters at the mid-stage of the Tianyi Realm, and dared to offend the Kunlun Ruins Holy Sect.

Would he still be afraid of the Punishment Palace?

Before he could think further.

Ye Chen had already turned around and walked toward the mercedes-benz g-wagon.

The next second.

The weapons hovering before the three men all dropped to the ground simultaneously.

Clang-lang-lang—

The sound of metal hitting the ground echoed in the parking lot.

Ye Chen opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and buckled his seatbelt.

He turned his head to look at Bing Lan in the passenger seat and smiled slightly. "Scared?"

Bing Lan shook her head, her voice calm.

"No."

"With you here, I feel at ease."

But her knuckles were white from gripping the handle so tightly...

Ye Chen saw it but didn't point it out, and started the car.

The mercedes-benz g-wagon slowly drove out of the parking lot and merged into the traffic.

In the rearview mirror, the three black-robed men were still kneeling in place, motionless.

Bing Lan looked at the scenery receding rapidly outside the window and suddenly spoke: "That 'Intent'... what is it?"

Ye Chen held the steering wheel, thought for a moment, and then spoke: "How should I put it... True Qi is water, Mental Power is wind, and Intent is the thing that turns water into a tsunami and wind into a hurricane."

"A higher level of power?"

"Pretty much."

Bing Lan nodded and didn't ask further.

After a moment of silence, she spoke again: "Will they come again?"

As the car passed through a traffic light, Ye Chen said indifferently, "They will."

Bing Lan pursed her lips. "I hope I can help you as soon as possible, or at least... not be a burden."

She knew very well that she and Ye Chen now belonged to two different worlds.

Those three black-robed men just now were clearly not ordinary people.

The terms they used—Tianyi Realm, Kunlun Ruins, Intent...

Every word was too far, far away from her.

So far that even if she reached out, she couldn't touch them.

And Ye Chen?

He was already in that world, making a name for himself through slaughter.

She was suddenly a little afraid.

Not afraid of those black-robed men, nor of any Punishment Palace or Holy Sect.

She was afraid that one day, she wouldn't even have the qualification to stand by his side.

Ye Chen held the steering wheel and turned his head to glance at her.

Bing Lan's face had no expression, still that cold and aloof appearance.

But he saw it.

She was nervously clutching the seatbelt, not looking like her usual calm self at all...

Ye Chen retracted his gaze, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. "Won't that be possible starting tonight?"

Bing Lan was stunned for a moment.

"What?"

"Becoming stronger."