Chapter 49: Sweeping Away the Younger Generation

  Ye Chen: “......”

  Nan'er's expression was almost as crazy as those star-chasing fans, leaving Ye Chen speechless. Meanwhile, Ye Yan's eyes were also flashing with excitement, and when she saw Ye Chen looking over, she burst into a charming smile, as beautiful as a flower.

  Ye Chen was slightly dazed, and he shook his head slightly. Then, in an instant, he became sharp and stern, his eyes cold and piercing as he swept the entire scene, finally settling on a certain spot. His gaze was like an icy blade, carrying a chill that made the thirty-four young disciples at that spot dare not meet his eye, all of them lowering their heads and trembling with fear.

  Ye Chen smiled coldly and said to those people, "You were the most arrogant before, didn't you despise me? Now I'm giving you the opportunity to come on stage and challenge me."

  Every single one of the disciples under the stage felt a chill in their hearts, originally they had seen that Ye Chen was very vengeful, but they didn't expect his revenge to come so quickly, not even giving them a moment's notice. Those who hadn't spoken out to mock Ye Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, while those young disciples who had once looked up to Ye as their leader and had appeared with mocking smiles were now terrified and uneasy, thirty or forty people, not one of whom dared to make eye contact with Ye Chen. Not one person dared to utter a sound, let alone go on stage to challenge him.

  They themselves know their own strength best, the strongest among them is only at the peak of six segments, and they still dare to challenge Ye Chen on stage. Wouldn't they be killed in one move? Judging from Ye Chen's previous methods, once he takes action, it's either death or disability.

  There were several masters in the Ye family whose eyes flashed with anger, but it was quickly hidden. More than half of the disciples who had appeared to mock and ridicule were sons of the masters present, but under the current circumstances, they could only remain silent. No matter how dissatisfied or angry they were, they could only suppress their emotions deep down. They knew deeply that they couldn't do anything, unable to stop what was destined to happen. Even Ye Xun, the master of the Ye family, couldn't change things, so did they have any power?

  "Ye Chen, we were wrong. For the sake of our shared bloodline and kinship, please spare us." Some timid disciples trembled as they spoke in soft voices.

  "Yes, yes, we are blind to our own shortcomings. How can we be your opponents? How dare we go on stage to challenge you? In the future, with just one word from you, we will rush into boiling water and walk through fire without hesitation. Everything will be done according to your wishes." One person spoke up, and the others followed suit.

  "Today is the annual family competition, all young disciples are qualified to go on stage and challenge, what's let go or not, sounds like I'm taking revenge on you?" Ye Chen said with a slight squint of his eyes.

  "No, no, how could that be, Ye Chen you have such a broad and generous heart, how could you have such narrow-minded thoughts, we absolutely didn't mean it that way." Although this is what she said in her mind, but in reality, she cursed Ye Chen ten thousand times, damn it, broad and generous, my ass, you're just a vengeful person.

  "Oh?" Ye Chen rubbed his nose, then said slowly: "Since that's the case, why don't you dare to come on stage? Where did your confidence go earlier? Don't say I didn't give you an opportunity. Now, all 37 of you can come up together. As long as you can defeat me, this clan competition's first place will be yours."

  As soon as the words came out, the whole scene was in an uproar. The Ye family disciples were stunned for a moment, what did they just hear? Ye Chen actually wanted to take on thirty-seven people alone. To know that among those thirty-seven people, even the weakest had five mid-level segments, and more than half of them had six-level cultivation. Facing the siege of thirty-seven people, even an eight-segment peak master would not have the upper hand. It was absolutely impossible for someone under nine segments to fight against so many six-segment masters at the same time.

  Those thirty-seven people were also unbelievable, almost simultaneously raised their heads, and in an uncertain tone, said: "Is what you're saying true?"

  Although they were forced by Ye Chen's strength, they did not dare to confront him, but if it was really allowed for thirty-seven people to go up together, it would be different. Among these people, most of them were only afraid because Ye Chen was favored by the elder and had strong strength, but in their hearts, they were jealous of Ye Chen.

  "Of course it's true, I'm sure everyone present heard it very clearly." Ye Chen said calmly. He did this to provoke the anger of certain people and then eliminate them in a legitimate manner. Otherwise, if Ye Xiao Tian took over the family business later on, he would definitely encounter all sorts of problems.

  In an instant, the thirty-seven people cast their eyes on the family elder, and it was clear that without the elder's words, they did not dare to really gang up and attack Ye Chen.

  Two elderly men seemed to have felt the gaze cast from behind, and they exchanged a glance. The elder with a broad face and mouth said, "Go ahead, use your skills as you see fit, don't hold back. As long as you can defeat Ye Chen, this year's clan competition will be yours. You'll each receive a low-grade superior spiritual medicine."

  As soon as the words came out, countless disciples' eyes turned red. Low-grade superior spiritual medicine! That's something that only a few exceptionally talented disciples in the family can enjoy, and there are only two or three of them every year. And this time, the elder actually promised such a reward, which is thirty-seven stalks!

  Those thirty-seven people's eyes suddenly shone with joy and greed, their hearts filled with the idea of going on stage to brutally beat Ye Chen and then getting the low-grade superior spiritual medicine reward. They didn't think much about it, but some family leaders were suspicious and uncertain, feeling that something was off. Would the elder be so generous as to take out thirty-seven low-grade superior spiritual medicines? It seemed almost impossible.

  Could the elder really think that Ye Chen could single-handedly occupy thirty-seven people? Those illegitimate main event organizers thought in their hearts, but soon they vetoed this idea. One person fighting thirty-seven people, including twenty six-segment masters, was simply impossible, unless Ye Chen entered the ninth stage and his physical defense became strong enough to ignore these disciples' attacks, otherwise it was absolutely impossible.

  They were all puzzled in their hearts and didn't know what the elder meant by this move. But they also didn't say much, with their identities, they had no right to speak in front of the elder.

  "Hmph, Ye Chen, this is what you get for yourself. Who would have thought that today I not only get to obtain a low-grade superior spiritual medicine, but also get to beat you up, and maybe even..." Among the thirty-seven people, most of them exchanged glances with each other, their hearts clear about each other's thoughts, a hint of jealousy flashing in their eyes.

  "You go ahead, we won't participate." Eight people separated from the group and stood aside, saying that they had not previously spoken sarcastically, but had only walked close to Ye Sheng and others under duress, and now really did not want to or dare to be an enemy of Ye Chen.

  Ye Chen kept staring at the group of people, watching their reactions closely. The seven or eight people who had separated themselves, if they were truly sincere and obedient, he could accept them and cultivate them as Ye Xiao Tian's trusted followers in the future.

  The rest of the people took a glance at the eight, but didn't say much because they were all fifth-grade cultivators and their absence wouldn't make a difference. Then, twenty-nine people walked out from the crowd and jumped onto the competition stage. As soon as they got on stage, the twenty-nine people surrounded Ye Chen in a circle.

  Under the stage, Ye Family's disciples were all excited, one person fighting against twenty-nine people of the same generation. Not to mention Lin City, even if you add Ying City, since ancient times, no one has ever heard of such a duel scene, which must be incredibly wonderful.

  Everyone's eyes widened, their whole body focused on the scene on the competitive stage, afraid to blink and miss a wonderful moment.

  "Chen Er, isn't that a bit too much?" Ye Xiao Tian's voice was laced with some worry as he said softly.

  "Hehe, Father, don't worry, I believe he has his reasons for doing this, and he's not an impulsive person." Ye Yan said with a smile.

  "Uh-huh, Sister Yan is right, I believe Young Master will definitely knock them all down." Nang'er's eyes were filled with excitement, her small white fists waving in the air.

  On the competitive stage.

  Ye Chen looked around at the twenty-nine people surrounding him, his eyes calm and serene, saying faintly: "Make a move, or else you won't have any chance."

  Those illegitimate disciples, one by one, had flames of anger rising in their hearts. Ye Chen was too arrogant, not putting the twenty-nine of them in his eyes. Some people's eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty, and with a low growl, their bodies shot out like cheetahs, their hands raised in fierce attack.

  One person moved, and everyone else followed suit. For a moment, the air was filled with a loud whooshing sound, like a gust of wind blowing through. The entire arena was abuzz with energy, as if the air itself was churning and swirling like the waves in a mighty river.

  Twenty-nine people launched a simultaneous attack, and this momentum had already surpassed the aura that an Eighth-Stage Peak strongman could create.

  Ye Chen stood amidst it, like a lone boat in the midst of raging waves. Fists and palms came at him from all directions, filling every inch of space, leaving no room for evasion unless one possessed a movement technique akin to teleportation to avoid them in the first instant; otherwise, there was absolutely no chance of dodging, only the option of meeting force with force.

  Obviously, Ye Chen didn't have such a perverted body technique, so he could only harden his body to resist. His body lightly shook, and a series of crackling sounds came from within, like the sound of a mountain stream. Immediately after, a faint golden light appeared on his skin's surface, which was almost imperceptible if one didn't pay attention.

  Blood and energy circulate between the muscles and superficial meridians throughout his body, making his skin as hard as iron, and his muscle elasticity and strength increase several times in an instant. By densely packing blood and energy into the muscles and skin to enhance defense, this is a method that greatly consumes one's own blood and energy. Unless it's someone who has entered the 9th stage, others simply don't dare use it.

  All this was done in an instant, and at this moment, the attacks from all sides finally struck near.

  Ye Chen let out a low growl, his footsteps quickening as he strode forward. His hands danced rapidly, unleashing powerful forces that shattered the incoming gusts of wind. Then, with palms flying in all directions, he moved with the agility of a swimming dragon, each palm strike destined to hit its mark.

  Bang!!

  Dozens of attacks also hit his body, but his body didn't even flinch.

  Those young disciples' faces changed greatly, one of them struck Ye Chen's body with a punch, and then quickly retreated. The arm that had hit Ye Chen continued to tremble, the fist was swollen and painful, the pain was so severe that it felt like his bones were cracking apart.

  Everyone was shocked and amazed, Ye Chen's defense was so terrifying that their attacks couldn't even break through his defense, how could they fight!