Chapter 276 - 247: The Thought of Closed-Door Cultivation (2nd Update)
In the Ancient Hall of the Heavenly Level Academy, Ye Chen suddenly burst forth, raising his hand and directly flinging the few people led by Yangg Hua into the air, causing all of them to be violently injured, coughing up blood incessantly.
The numerous young elites of the academy within the hall found themselves stunned; they had not expected the Young Great Demon King to make an appearance. Although they were the very pinnacle of young elites on the Tiandu Continent, they paled in comparison to the power of the youth before them.
Ye Chen looked down upon Yangg Hua and his companions, uttering coldly, "Since when have my friends become targets that you mongrels can threaten?"
Yangg Hua and the others were petrified; despite being elite disciples of the Heavenly Level Academy destined to become Martial Gods, they felt utterly insignificant in the face of the Martial God Assassin before them.
They had simply not anticipated Ye Chen’s appearance, especially not at this moment.
"Ye Chen." Xia Teng and others were overjoyed yet also ashamed that they required Ye Chen’s intervention.
As if understanding what they were thinking, Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "There’s no need to feel ashamed. We are friends, and of course, we should help each other when in trouble. Furthermore, you are all younger than them. You lack only in cultivation for now, but with enough time, you will have nothing to fear from them."
The Thirteenth Prince and others then relaxed, chiding themselves for overthinking things. Among friends, such worries were unnecessary.
Because mutual assistance is what defines friendship.
Then Ye Chen’s gaze fell upon the few, instilling a dreadful sense of distance in them, as if two great mountains were bearing down upon their shoulders, making it impossible to look up.
"Alright, hand over everything valuable you have on you; consider it compensation for your wrongdoing," Ye Chen commanded, causing the color to drain from their faces. Ye Chen’s demand could render them penniless, and their possessions were no ordinary items, but rather precious treasures they could not simply surrender.