414: Chapter 414 A billionaire looks at a beggar with eyes full of pity!

Beneath Hua Nongying's exquisite mask, her cheeks instantly flushed burning hot.

An even colder, slimier aura attacked from behind her, sending a chill through her entire body.

A terrifying creature with nine hideous snake heads glided over silently, coming to a stop beside the Six-Armed Vajra.

His lower body was a thick snake tail covered in dark green scales, reflecting a ghostly, cold luster.

His upper body was a lean humanoid form, his skin covered in writhing, eerie black totems.

Most horrifying were those nine heads, each with a different form.

One snake head had blood-red eyes, exhaling a thick poisonous mist that made the surrounding air hiss as it corroded.

Another snake head had a flickering single horn, bursting with crackling lightning.

Yet another flicked a tongue several feet long, making a hissing sound that seemed to bore directly into the Divine Soul to shred it.

The Nine-Headed Snake Race!

A powerful race on the Ascension Ancient Road famous for their sinister cunning and lethal poison!

His main head's cold, golden vertical pupils indifferently swept over Su Chen's group of desperate 'Lower Realm ants'.

That look was as if he were looking at a pile of dead meat.

Eventually, his gaze fixed on Su Chen.

Because from beginning to end, only this white-clothed human with seemingly mediocre cultivation showed not a trace of fear on his face.

That sense of calm, so out of place with his surroundings, gave him a flicker of inexplicable annoyance, as if his majesty were being provoked.

"An 'Entry Fee' of one billion Top-Grade Spirit Stones per person."

The Nine-Headed Snake's voice was like a cold wind from the depths of Hell, exploding in everyone's minds via Divine Thought, cold and devoid of emotion.

"Otherwise, die!"

The final word 'die' transformed into a physical sound wave, booming outward!

The hundreds of surrounding foreign race members instantly tightened their encirclement, their greedy, bloodthirsty gazes locking onto them.

A terrifying pressure crashed down like an eternal divine mountain, making even breathing a luxury.

Other ascenders in the distance retreated one after another, their faces full of schadenfreude and numbness.

"Another group of fat sheep from the Lower Realm who don't know the rules."

"They're finished. Being targeted by the Nine-Headed Snake and the Six-Armed Vajra at the same time, they'll have their skin flayed even if they give up everything they own."

Clearly, this kind of highway robbery was already commonplace on the Ascension Ancient Road.

Either lose your fortune, or lose your life.

There was no third option.

"One... one billion?!"

"And they have to be Top-Grade Spirit Stones?!"

The first one to flip out was Qian Duoduo, who was hiding in the back shivering while clutching Jian Buping.

He jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his hands desperately protecting the bulging Storage Pouch at his waist, his fat face written with grief and indignation.

"Why don't you just rob us!" Qian Duoduo let out a heart-wrenching roar at the Nine-Headed Snake. "Those are Top-Grade Spirit Stones! Not rocks! That's my life! That's my hard-earned money!"

He suddenly turned his head, crying and shouting to Su Chen with snot and tears: "His Highness the Divine Son! Don't you dare give it! This is simply cutting our flesh and drinking our blood! Even if we die, we absolutely cannot bow to such dark and evil forces!"

"We must have backbone!"

He spoke with righteous indignation, as if viewing death as a return home.

[Good grief, your miserly nature really doesn't change no matter where you go.]

[Prefer death to surrender? I don't believe you for a second!]

[You're clearly just unwilling to part with your little nest egg!]

Looking at Qian Duoduo's drama-queen act, Su Chen only found it amusing.

However, this guy had also successfully shifted all the pressure onto him.

For a moment, all eyes on the scene—whether the predatory foreign races or the gloating onlookers—were focused on Su Chen.

They waited for him, the leader, to make the final decision.

Su Chen remained standing where he was.

He watched Jian Buping get sent flying, watched Monk Jiese get slapped into the ground, and watched Hua Nongying's charm technique fail, resulting in her social death on the spot.

[Is that it?]

[I thought it was going to be some grand display, but after all that, they're just here to beg for food.]

[One billion Top-Grade Spirit Stones? Is that a lot? I remember the last time we played cards, Spring Flower lost more than that to me in a single night, didn't she?]

A trace of pity flashed in his eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well.

It was the look a billionaire would have when watching a group of beggars fighting until they were bloody over a few hundred bucks.

"Too noisy."

Finally, Su Chen spoke faintly, accompanied by a nearly inaudible sigh, as if he were truly just being disturbed from a peaceful dream by a swarm of flies.

His voice wasn't loud and was even a bit lazy, yet it was like an invisible blade that instantly cut through all the noise, spreading clearly throughout the area.

The Reception Platform, once clamorous with Killing Intent, fell into an eerie silence.

The Six-Armed Vajra and the Nine-Headed Snake were both stunned.

They had imagined the other party would beg for mercy, be angry, or be desperate, but they never expected to hear such a... complaint full of disdain and impatience?

He stepped forward slowly.

His pace wasn't fast and was even a bit casual, yet it was as if he were stepping on some invisible rhythm, crushing the frozen Killing Intent.

The terrifying pressure jointly laid out by the two powerful races actually melted away silently before him, like spring snow meeting the warm sun.

He shielded the dazed Hua Nongying, the indignant Qian Duoduo, and those two unconscious unlucky guys behind him.

His seemingly thin back, in the eyes of Hua Nongying and Yue Qinghan at this moment, seemed to transform into an insurmountable Primordial Divine Peak.

Su Chen looked up at the demon-god-like Six-Armed Vajra, then glanced at the cold Nine-Headed Snake.

There was no fear on his face, and that lazy curve at the corner of his mouth hadn't even fully faded, but deep within his eyes, there was only a bone-deep annoyance.

The ones before him were not powerful beings, but just a group of buzzing insects wasting his time.

[I didn't want to do anything; fighting is physical labor, it's exhausting.]

[But these teammates are just too useless, I have to be the one to clean up the mess.]

[Most importantly, you really shouldn't have disturbed me on my way to the Immortal Realm to find my wife.]

[And you especially shouldn't have... used those filthy eyes to look at my...]

Su Chen's gaze inconspicuously swept over the three stunningly beautiful women behind him, who were looking at him with shock and confusion.

[...Reserve Granaries.]

[This, I cannot tolerate.]

Deep within those lazy eyes, something shattered.

A wisp of bone-chilling Killing Intent dissipated silently.