63: Chapter 63 Extreme Humiliation: Rats Should Go to the Sewers!

Having said that, he lifted his foot and rushed into the main hall.

Ye Chen had thoughts in his mind.

As long as he entered the main hall, and as long as he displayed the blood energy of his Ancient Desolate Sacred Body and his cultivation in the God King Realm before everyone!

The Old Ancestor of the Ye Family would definitely regret it.

Ye Family Head would also understand who the true Qilin of the Ye Family was!

Even Qin Yu, when facing an Ancient Desolate Sacred Body of the same Realm, would have to weigh his options.

Bang!

Ye Chen had just taken a step when a long iron staff suddenly swept in from the side, striking his lower leg solidly.

Although he already possessed the physique of a God King and the blow could not damage his bones, the immense impact still caused Ye Chen to stagger, almost falling over.

"Where did this stinking beggar come from? Do I need to say it a second time?"

The previous guard commander's face was ferocious.

After the strike, he called his subordinates to surround him again.

"Don't let this lunatic disturb the mood of His Highness the Divine Son. Drag him out, break his legs, and throw him into the mass grave!"

A dozen long spears gleamed with cold light, forming a human wall that blocked the steps leading to the main hall.

"You bunch of dog slaves!"

Ye Chen suddenly raised his head, golden flames flickering in the depths of his eyes, his God King Realm Aura about to erupt.

Suddenly, a fragrant breeze drifted from the direction of the rear hall.

It was the scent of some expensive cosmetic powder; it wasn't strong, but it burrowed straight into one's heart.

The aggressive guards around him paused, all lowering their heads and respectfully retreating to the sides.

The Aura Ye Chen had just gathered was pierced like a balloon by a needle.

He stared blankly at the group of people walking from the depths of the corridor.

The woman leading them was dressed in a smoky-cyan fairy dress.

The hem of the skirt was very long, trailing on the ground, flowing like clouds and mist as she walked.

The material of the skirt was very special, faintly outlining her extremely graceful figure.

Her slender legs gleamed snow-white under the light gauze.

With every step the woman took, it felt like she was stepping on everyone's heartstrings.

Ye Yanran.

Ye Chen had married into the Ye Family for three years, and this was the first time he had seen her dressed so daringly.

In his memory, this nominal wife was always an aloof iceberg.

Even a glance at her would earn him a "get out."

But the current Ye Yanran had no trace of coldness on her face.

She wore exquisite makeup.

A touch of light peach red swept across the corners of her eyes, adding a charm that made people's bones feel soft.

"Xiao Cui, see if my hairpin is straight?"

Ye Yanran stopped and nervously smoothed the dangling hairpin on her bun.

It was a golden Phoenix, wings spread as if about to take flight, holding a precious shark pearl in its beak.

The maid behind her hurriedly stepped forward to adjust it, flattering her in a low voice: "Young Miss is as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal; this hairpin is the finishing touch. His Highness the Divine Son will surely be unable to take his eyes off you."

"You have a glib tongue."

Ye Yanran pouted coquettishly.

The sweetness in that voice made Ye Chen, who was covered in mud not far away, feel as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.

Beautiful. Truly, very beautiful.

But this beauty was meant to please another man.

"Yan... Yanran!"

Ye Chen felt his throat tighten, his voice hoarsely terrifying.

He took a step forward regardless of everything.

Ignoring the long spears held against his neck, he stared stubbornly at that woman.

"I have returned. I am Ye Chen!"

This shout used up all his strength.

Because he was so agitated, his voice even trembled.

Above the steps, Ye Yanran, who was just about to enter the main hall, paused.

She slowly turned her head, her gaze sweeping over the kneeling guards, and finally landing on the beggar held by weapons.

There was no surprise as Ye Chen had imagined.

No excitement of a long-awaited reunion.

There was not even surprise.

In those beautiful eyes, there was only undisguised disdain and disgust.

That look was as if she were looking at a pile of filth, afraid that accidentally stepping on it would dirty her soles.

"Where did this stray dog come from?"

Ye Yanran's willow brows stood up, and she covered her mouth and nose with her sleeve: "Commander Ye, what are you good for?"

Her voice suddenly turned cold.

Although she was speaking to the guard, that harsh tone cut Ye Chen's face like a knife.

"Today is the big day when His Highness the Divine Son visits our Ye Family!"

"If the stench from this beggar drifts into the hall and offends His Highness the Divine Son, you wouldn't be able to bear the consequences even if you had ten thousand heads!!"

"Still not going to gag him and throw him far away!"

Boom! The string in Ye Chen's mind called reason snapped completely.

Stray dog? Stench?

For this woman, he had endured cold looks in the Ye Family and risked his life nine times out of ten to break into the restricted area.

And this was all he got in return—this one sentence, "stray dog."

"Ye Yanran! Look clearly!"

"I am your husband! I am Ye Chen!"

"I returned as a God King today just to take you..."

Slap! A crisp slap interrupted all of Ye Chen's grand words.

The one who acted was not a guard, but Ye Yanran!

The silk handkerchief in her hand had somehow turned into a long whip, lashing fiercely across Ye Chen's face from a distance.

The dirt on Ye Chen's face was whipped away, revealing an unhealed old scar, adding a bit more ferocity.

"Shut up!"

The charm on Ye Yanran's face turned into frost, and a trace of panic flashed in the depths of her eyes.

She was afraid that these words would be heard by Qin Yu inside the hall.

She stared fixedly at Ye Chen, her red lips parting slightly as she spat out a few cold words: "Husband? Are you worthy?"

"Keeping you before was just to have a talking object."

"Now that a true Dragon is sitting in the hall, you, this mouse, had better be sensible and crawl into the sewer to rot on your own."

After speaking, she didn't look at Ye Chen again, turned around, and instantly put on a warm, spring-breeze-like smile.

"Your Highness the Divine Son! This humble one is coming to serve you wine."

The speed of her face-changing was truly unique.

Ye Yanran lifted her skirt, swaying her figure, and floated into the main hall with a fragrant breeze.

Leaving Ye Chen alone, standing in the cold wind, his cheek swollen high.

The surrounding guards cast gloating looks, and the weapons in their hands pressed forward again.

The sharp blades cut through the skin on his neck, seeping out golden blood beads.

Does it hurt?

This minor flesh wound is nothing to the Ancient Desolate Sacred Body.

But Ye Chen felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown out in a busy marketplace for exhibition.

Shame, humiliation, despair.

And the killing intent that was almost about to blow off the top of his skull fermented madly in his chest.

"Good, good, good. What a good Ye Family, what a good Ye Yanran."

"Since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Ye Chen suddenly raised his head.

In those eyes, there was no longer any trace of human emotion, only two balls of madly burning rage.

Since you refuse to accept kindness, then let everything be destroyed!

Boom! A terrifying fluctuation belonging to a powerhouse of the God King Realm finally exploded within his body without reservation.

At that moment, golden blood energy soared into the sky.

In an instant, it overturned all the surrounding guards.