The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"Almost done—"

Ye Chen's voice came from the broadcast screen, and everyone's attention returned to the battlefield.

The ground trembled violently, and the black light in the giant crater began to shrink.

Finally, the black light condensed into a ball of light three meters in diameter, and the next moment, it crashed into Ye Chen.

"Well done!"

Ye Chen smiled and disappeared from the treetops.

He instantly reappeared beside the black light, slashing down with his twin swords in a cross motion.

"boom!"

The black light was sliced ​​in two by the blade.

However, I couldn't feel anything from the blade.

Ye Chen's smile froze instantly, and then his face gradually darkened.

He suddenly turned his head.

Deep in the forest, the cat demon, carrying the head of the white-haired rat demon, ran away at breakneck speed.

Its tail has changed from seven to eight.

"Oh shit!"

The veins on Ye Chen's forehead throbbed.

"You dare to play games with even me?"

He sheathed his twin swords, and a burst of blood-red light erupted from his body.

"If I don't pulverize you to dust tonight, I'm not a Ye!"

Blood erupted from his body with a deafening roar.

The next moment, all the blood-red light returned to his body.

"boom--"

The silvery-white microspheres can only capture a patch of air being torn apart at high speed.

Dozens of silver-white microspheres rose into the air simultaneously, frantically searching the battlefield.

In the image, only a constantly moving red locking frame remains.

There was no one in the box.

All that could be seen were trees falling one after another.

And the cat demon's increasingly terrified face.

"no……"

"We can't let them catch up..."

In the live stream chat, the chat became increasingly excited.

"This cat demon is going to be torn to pieces!"

"Hahaha!"

"Guys, do you think I'm a bit of a weirdo?!"

"Why am I even feeling a little pleasure seeing this cat demon's desperate expression?"

"To be honest, fellow Daoist, it's the same for me!"

"Add one!"

"Add one!"

Just as Ye Chen was about to catch up with the cat demon, a crimson blade of light suddenly slashed out from off-camera.

"Boom!"

The mountain where the cat demon was located split open from the middle.

Half of the mountain slid into the deep valley, and loose rocks rolled down like a torrential rain.

Eight lives?

He was wiped out in one slash!

Ye Chen appeared in front of the rift valley.

He stared at the broken mountain ridge before him, his expression shifting from confusion to stiffness.

His chest heaved violently, and his eyes gradually reddened.

"My materials..."

"My money!"

Ye Chen suddenly looked up at the empty sky.

"Damn it!"

"Who dared to touch my cat demon!"

"Get the hell out here!"

A crimson aura suddenly gathered in the sky.

A figure slowly emerged from the void.

His blood energy shared the same source as the power Ye Chen had just unleashed, but it was much heavier, almost causing the entire mountain forest to groan.

Ye Chen stared at the figure, his pupils shrinking slightly.

The man was draped in a blood-red battle robe, his feet treading on the void, his full head of black hair whipped up by the night wind.

Ye Long looked down at Ye Chen, his long sword dripping blood.

He had a smile on his face, a smile that was quite eerie.

"What did you just say?"

Ye Chen's body stiffened.

Ye Long's voice came again:

"You're going to attack my spawn point?"

Ye Long's cold smile was broadcast throughout the country via the radio station.

The live stream froze instantly.

"???"

"I've seen this face before!"

"Nonsense, who hasn't seen him on TV? The commander of the First Division of the Nation, the Crown Prince of the Dragon Kingdom!"

"Um... I meant, I've seen it in real life."

"..."

After that comment appeared, the entire live stream felt like someone had grabbed its throat.

The comments that were scrolling wildly just moments ago have all turned into ellipses.

Meanwhile, on the playground of Jinling Wuzhong High School, the students were already making a huge fuss.

"By the way, why is Commander Ye blocking that kid Ye Chen's way?"

"Who knows!"

"Maybe it's because he's so foul-mouthed that he's getting punished!"

"Hey, do you guys think it's possible that Commander Ye went there specifically to ambush Ye Chen?"

"ha?"

"Are you out of your mind?"

"I admit that Ye Chen, who reached the Grandmaster level at the same age as me, is pretty impressive!"

"But that's all. What makes him worthy of making Commander Ye risk the safety of thousands of men to intercept him?"

"Could it be that he's Commander Ye's son...?"

The student froze halfway through his sentence.

"Wait... what's Ye Chen's name again?"

Another student's lips turned white.

"His surname is Ye, and his given name is Chen..."

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed hard.

"Do you guys remember the headline that dominated all the major charts across all platforms for a whole month three years ago...?"

"The Crown Prince of the Dragon Kingdom, Ye Chen, has gone missing!!!"

"Grass!!!"

"No way?!"

No one answered.

Because at this moment, the expressions on all the students' faces gradually crumbled.

That country bumpkin who always carried a tattered sack, dressed in a rustic manner, and loved money more than anything.

He's actually a legitimate descendant of the Dragon Kingdom?

Is this reasonable?

Does this sound like a word?

On the high platform.

Yan Cong, having already known the inside story, was not as shocked as the others.

He even felt a strange sense of relief.

Ye Long is the father.

Yan Cong is also his father.

Even rounding down, he could be considered a member of the royal family.

"Hey, you son of a bitch!"

Yan Cong covered his eyes, pretending to cry, his voice filled with sorrow.

"Your godfather has done his best. May you find good fortune!"

Tong Jingcheng held his guitar, his lips twitching wildly.

"Hey, Yan Cong, if you're going to cry, why is your mouth all agape?"

Yan Cong covered his eyes while laughing so hard his shoulders shook.

"You don't understand, pfft... Waaah, I call this turning sorrow into joy!"

"Waaaah... Hahaha!"

In the broadcast footage.

Ye Chen froze for several seconds before finally moving.

He forced a smile, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly to Ye Long in mid-air.

"Commander Ye... Commander Ye."

"I was speaking without thinking just now and did not mean to offend you. I apologize."

He spoke politely, but his back was already tense.

midair.

Ye Long looked down at him, smiling very kindly.

At least, he himself felt kind.

But to the national audience, that smile looked menacing no matter how you looked at it.

"fine."

Ye Long spoke slowly.

"How could an elder verbally abuse a younger generation?"

The next moment, a flash of blood appeared.

The long sword in Ye Long's hand disappeared, and his hand slowly fell to his waist.

Ye Chen's heart skipped a beat.

A familiar chill, etched into my bones, surged from my tailbone all the way to the top of my head.

wrong!

This is really not right!

That tone!

This action!

This kind of deadly oppressive feeling!

Ye Chen suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply.

"Snap—"

Ye Long pulled a leather belt made from the skin of a celestial demon from his waist.

He casually tossed it aside.

A white shockwave erupted from the night sky.

The sound could be clearly heard even from several kilometers away.

The aftershock of the air whip struck the array patterns on the edge of Jinling, which were not yet fully closed, tearing a gap in them.

In the blink of an eye, the array of lights merged back together.

But the power of that instant was enough to send chills down the spines of viewers across the country.

"Gulp!"

In the live stream, countless people simultaneously swallowed hard.

You should know that even though the remnant soul of the Demon Saint had risked his life, he still couldn't truly open this great formation.

Commander Ye casually flicked his belt, and surprisingly, a gap appeared in the array pattern.

This……

What exactly does Commander Ye want to do?

This question also came from Ye Chen's mouth.

Even though he already knew the answer in his heart, he still clung to a sliver of hope.

What if?

What if this old geezer is just passing by?

The quality of the pills Han Li gave us has always been very consistent.

There's absolutely no way there could be a problem with the disguise.

As for other reasons...

Less likely.

It couldn't possibly be those two boning knives, could it?

Ye Chen looked down at the white cloth on the hilt of the knife.

Ok.

The disguise was very tight.

It was flawless.

It absolutely couldn't be a problem with the knife.