748: Chapter 748 I Only Celebrate Christmas!

The dark red glow grew increasingly intense, and the runes on the compass writhed and twisted in the air like living vipers.

The three Men in White Robe stepped back simultaneously, formed hand seals, and the incantations they chanted grew increasingly high-pitched.

That evil power surged from the compass, transforming into strands of dark red chains that coiled toward Ye Chen.

The chains were carved with runes and exuded a nauseating, putrid aura; wherever they passed, the gravel on the ground was stained dark red, as if soaked in blood.

Night Owl's pupils constricted sharply, and she instinctively wanted to retreat, but her legs felt as if they were nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch.

It was not that she was afraid.

Rather, the pressure brought by that power itself acted directly upon the depths of the soul, making it impossible for one to even conceive the thought of running away.

Shala stood to the side, his legs trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled with fear.

He had seen the power of the compass before.

Back then, that Black-robed man had used this compass to instantly control the entire upper echelon of Black Prison, making those unruly mercenaries grovel on the ground like dogs.

And now, with three Men in White Robe working together to activate the compass, the power was more than tripled.

No matter how strong Ye Chen was, it was impossible...

However.

Ye Chen looked at the dark red chains coiling toward him and sighed.

"Is that it?"

He raised his right hand and flicked his index finger forward lightly.

It was like plucking a harp string.

A ripple of golden Mental Power spread from his fingertip, acting like an invisible blade that sliced the leading dark red chains clean through.

The chains snapped and dissipated.

The expressions of the three Men in White Robe changed simultaneously.

"How is this possible?!"

The leader gritted his teeth and increased his input of True Qi; the dark red glow on the compass surged, and more chains poured out from the light, wrapping toward Ye Chen, blotting out the sky.

This time, the chains were not simply binding; they wove together in the air to form a giant net, enveloping Ye Chen completely.

Ye Chen looked at the net and shook his head.

"I said, is that it?"

He raised both hands, spread his ten fingers, and ten beams of golden Mental Power shot from his fingertips, like ten sharp scalpels, cutting straight into the massive dark red net.

The next second.

The golden light collided with the dark red chains, and under the cutting force of the golden Mental Power, the chains were like paper; they snapped, collapsed, and dissipated one after another.

In a mere three seconds.

The entire massive dark red net was cut into countless fragments, turning into specks of dark red light that dissipated into the air.

The bodies of the three Men in White Robe jolted simultaneously, and blood seeped from the corners of their mouths.

The dark red glow on the compass began to flicker, becoming extremely unstable.

"Impossible!"

"This is impossible!"

The leader was filled with disbelief. "The three of us joined forces to activate the compass; even a cultivator at the Golden Core Stage would have to retreat! How could you..."

Ye Chen interrupted him.

"Golden Core Stage?"

"The Golden Core Stage is only fit to carry my shoes."

As his voice fell.

His gaze suddenly sharpened.

A massive surge of Mental Power poured out from his sea of consciousness, like a dam breaking, and crushed toward the three Men in White Robe.

That sense of oppression was more than ten times stronger than the power released by the compass.

The complexions of the three Men in White Robe turned deathly pale instantly, and their bodies began to tremble violently.

They could feel it...

Their own Mental Power in front of Ye Chen was like fireflies facing the bright moon; they were simply not on the same level.

"Impossible..."

The leader gritted his teeth, desperately trying to activate the compass to resist Ye Chen's crushing Mental Power.

But alas.

The compass had already begun to emit an unbearable humming, the runes on its surface began to crack, and the dark red glow flickered on and off, like a candle in the wind.

Suddenly!

"Boom!!!"

The compass exploded, and fragments scattered everywhere.

The three Men in White Robe simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood and stumbled backward.

The leader's eyes were filled with horror.

Their compass had actually been forcibly...

Shattered by Ye Chen's Mental Power?

Ye Chen looked at them and said indifferently, "You disappoint me. I thought you could last a few more moves against me!"

The faces of the three Men in White Robe turned the color of pig liver.

The leader gritted his teeth and roared, "What... what exactly is your level of strength?"

Ye Chen looked at him and smiled.

"You don't need to ask what my strength is."

"You only need to know..."

"I am someone you cannot afford to provoke."

He took a step forward.

This step had no fluctuation of True Qi; it was just an ordinary step.

But with this step, his Mental Power crushed over like a physical force.

The bodies of the three Men in White Robe jolted simultaneously, feeling as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their sea of consciousness, making it impossible for them to catch their breath.

The leader desperately tried to activate his Mental Power to resist, but Ye Chen's Mental Power was too strong—so strong that his resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"Pfft!!!"

Another mouthful of blood was spat out.

Cracks began to appear in his sea of consciousness, and his Mental Power poured out like a dam breaking.

His eyes began to roll back, his twisted pupils gradually lost focus, and he stood straight on the spot, motionless, as if his soul had been drained.

The second Man in White Robe did not hold up either.

His body shuddered violently, blood began to flow from his seven orifices, his legs went weak, and he collapsed directly to the ground, fainting away.

The third Man in White Robe managed to hold on.

But his sea of consciousness had suffered a violent impact, and his head felt like it was splitting; he clutched his head and squatted on the ground, letting out a painful, low growl.

Ye Chen withdrew his Mental Power and looked at the miserable state of the three Men in White Robe before him, shaking his head.

"Huh?"

"So fragile?"

"I have overestimated you once again."

The Man in White Robe squatting on the ground looked up, his eyes filled with fear.

His hood had slipped off during the previous Mental Power impact, revealing a withered, gaunt black face.

That face was so thin it was nothing but skin and bones, with deep-set eye sockets and grey-black skin, looking like air-dried cured meat.

Ye Chen looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you were some monsters or demons, but it turns out you're no different from normal people?"

"Two eyes and a nose—what difference is there from a human?"

Ye Chen crouched down and looked at him.

"Speak. Why did you come to stop me?"

The Man in White Robe gritted his teeth, a trace of struggle flashing in his eyes.

But when he saw the miserable state of his two companions, that trace of struggle quickly turned into fear.

"You... you cannot kill us!"

"We are divine envoys! We represent the will of God! If you kill us, the Lord will not let you off!"

"The Lord?" Ye Chen laughed. "Your so-called God? Or that Black-robed man of yours?"

The Man in White Robe's pupils contracted sharply. "You... how do you know about the Black-robed man?"

Ye Chen did not answer, but stood up and looked down at him from a commanding position.

"Not only do I know about the Black-robed man, I also know he is performing some kind of sacrifice in Black Prison, and I know his target is me."

"Tell me now, why did you come to stop me?"

"Is it because the time for the sacrifice is not yet ripe, so you came to die to buy time?"

The expression of the Man in White Robe shifted uncertainly, and the fear in his eyes grew thicker.

He felt that in front of this young man, he was as if stripped naked, unable to hide any secrets.

"W-we..."

He gritted his teeth and finally spoke. "The Lord ordered us to guard here and not let you approach Black Prison before twelve noon."

"Why?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

The Man in White Robe swallowed his saliva.

"Because... the sacrifice has not been completed."

"The Lord's power has not yet recovered to its peak, and you have been designated as the vessel for the sacrifice."

"You absolutely cannot appear before twelve o'clock."

Ye Chen nodded. "I guessed as much; otherwise, no fool would dare lure me here."

This answer was much the same as what he had guessed.

Upon hearing this, the Man in White Robe began to speak, "We..."

"Stop."

Ye Chen interrupted him. "You three pieces of trash are of no use anymore."

The Man in White Robe's face turned pale instantly. "Y-you... are you going to kill us?"

Ye Chen looked at the shivering Man in White Robe and couldn't help but laugh.

"What else?"

"Keep you to go home for the New Year?"

The Man in White Robe's pupils contracted sharply. "W-we don't celebrate the New Year; we only celebrate Christmas."

"Doesn't that make you deserve to die even more?" Ye Chen laughed.

"No..."

Before the Man in White Robe could finish his sentence, Ye Chen's gaze suddenly sharpened.

Three invisible beams of Mental Power, like three sharp daggers, simultaneously pierced into the seas of consciousness of the three Men in White Robe.

There were no screams.

No struggle.

The bodies of the three Men in White Robe stiffened simultaneously, and their eyes dimmed.

Then.

Their pupils dilated.

Their breath ceased.

The three corpses fell straight to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Even in death, their faces still retained expressions of fear, twisted and hideous.

Night Owl looked at the three corpses, her face full of astonishment.

"It's over?"

Ye Chen withdrew his gaze, walked to Yi Yue's side, and took her little hand.

"It's over."

"Let's go, continue on our way."

Night Owl nodded.

The group then boarded Shala's off-road vehicle.

But as soon as Qian Duofu sat down, he couldn't help but glance at the three corpses.

"Mr... Mr. Ye, that move you just made, how did you do it?"

Ye Chen sat in the car and said casually, "I used my Mental Power to directly sever their souls."

Qian Duofu: "..."

He admitted his mouth was loose and he had spoken too much.

He should have known he would be hit, yet he asked anyway...