Chapter 1057: Courting Death

Chapter 1057: Chapter 1057: Courting Death

The surrounding temperature gradually returned to normal, and the fiery aura in the air slowly dissipated.

Ye Qingchen stood next to Old San, coldly watching his fallen body, a trace of chill flashing in his eyes.

Old San’s struggle and anger ultimately couldn’t overcome Ye Qingchen.

Old San lay on the ground, his face covered in blood and soot, his eyes filled with anger and malice, staring fixedly at Ye Qingchen.

His breathing was rapid, his chest heaving violently, but that fierce spirit didn’t fade in the slightest.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I don’t know who you are, but having the guts to behave so brazenly in front of the Saint Heir’s chamber, Jiang Qi the Saint Heir will definitely not spare you! You’re dead!"

Upon hearing Old San’s threat, Ye Qingchen’s lips curled slightly, revealing a cold smile.

He looked down at Old San, filled with disdain and mockery in his eyes. "He won’t spare me? How laughable," Ye Qingchen said indifferently, his voice carrying a chilling intent to kill. "I won’t spare him either."

Old San, upon hearing this, grew more furious. He widened his eyes, evidently not expecting such arrogance from this young man, daring to utter such wild words on the Saint Heir’s territory.

His face showed a hint of sarcasm, sneering as he spoke, "Even if you take me down, so what? You think you’re so tough? The Saint Heir’s power far exceeds yours; you have no idea who you’re up against! To say such big words on the Saint Heir’s territory, you’re simply courting death!"

Ye Qingchen, having listened to Old San’s sarcasm, remained indifferent, seemingly unconcerned with Old San’s words. His gaze was cold, carrying a chilling intent to kill, already regarding Old San as a dead man.

He lightly shook his head, his tone full of disdain: "Ignorant fool, still daring to mouth off at a time like this. What’s so impressive about Jiang Qi? He’s nothing but a clown, if he truly had skill, he would have come out long ago instead of hiding inside enjoying himself. As for you, since you’ve chosen to follow him, be prepared to die with him!"

Ye Qingchen’s words were like a sharp blade, piercing directly into Old San’s heart.

Although Old San’s heart was filled with raging fire, facing Ye Qingchen’s cold gaze and indifferent attitude, he felt a chill down to his bones.

Ye Qingchen’s arrogance made Old San increasingly feel that the opponent was unfathomable. His inner unease quickly amplified, involuntarily birthing a thread of fear.

Old San’s sarcasm and threats appeared so pale and powerless before Ye Qingchen, like a helpless prey desperately struggling before a lion.

Ye Qingchen’s cold smile was like a death knell, completely crushing Old San’s pride. Facing this powerful yet disdainful opponent, the fear in Old San’s heart gradually spread. He realized he was fundamentally no match, but at this moment, there was no retreat. The only thing left was to keep pushing through.

Old San’s gaze grew complex; he knew he was in danger, but he still wouldn’t admit defeat, continuing to glare viciously at Ye Qingchen, lips trembling, no longer able to utter any threats.

Ye Qingchen’s dominance had utterly shattered his confidence; at this moment, besides anger and hatred, no other emotions could sustain his persistence.

At this moment, Old San in front of the chamber finally sensed something was wrong. Initially, he only felt a little unease, after all, having guarded the chamber for so many years, he coordinated seamlessly with Old San Two, never making any mistakes.

But now, Old San Two had gone out for so long, and Old San also went with him, yet neither returned for a long time, causing unease to brew in Old San’s heart softly.

He furrowed his brow, his doubts growing ever deeper.

Old San paced back and forth, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, envisioning various possibilities in his mind.

He began recalling the previous scene: Old San Two had gone to check the commotion, then Old San followed suit, but strangely, no sound had returned.

In theory, even if faced with a minor issue, they should have returned to report, yet now there was no news at all. Alarm bells rang in Old San’s mind; he finally realized something was definitely wrong.

"Could something have happened?" Old San muttered to himself, a hint of tension in his voice. He took a deep breath, deciding to personally check the situation.

Old San slowly lowered the weapon in his hand, trying to make his movements appear natural, afraid of alarming Jiang Qi inside the chamber.

He cautiously followed the direction where Old San and Old San Two left, his steps brisk yet tinged with caution.

His gaze swept over the surroundings, sparing no corner, his whole being on high alert.

Upon reaching the place where Old San and Old San Two disappeared, Old San’s breathing involuntarily quickened.

He tightened his fist, the hair on his body standing on end, his intuition warning him of potential danger ahead.

Just as Old San’s steps approached that hidden corner, Ye Qingchen had long since set an ambush in the shadows. He squinted his eyes slightly, his gaze like torchlight, fixed on the gradually approaching Old San.

Ye Qingchen didn’t make a sound, his breathing extremely steady, blending into the night as if he’d fully concealed his presence.

Old San drew closer step by step; each of his movements was cautious, yet the unease grew stronger.

He could sense the air around him seemed to grow heavier, as if something was lurking in the shadows watching him.

Just as he was about to step into that shadow, Ye Qingchen suddenly appeared behind him, his movements swift as wind. Ye Qingchen’s mouth curled into a cold smile, whispering, "Do you want to fight me, or pass out first?"

Old San suddenly turned his head, seeing Ye Qingchen appear before him, his face instantly changing with shock.

His eyes filled with astonishment and fury, his fist instinctively clenched, roaring, "Who exactly are you to wreak havoc here?!" His voice carried a shake, clearly frightened by Ye Qingchen’s sudden appearance.

Yet before Old San could react, Ye Qingchen had already struck first, a fierce intent to kill sweeping over.

Ye Qingchen sneered disdainfully, his eyes full of contempt and ruthlessness, prepared to take down Old San as easily as Old San and Old San Two.

Old San never imagined that in front of Jiang Qi’s chamber, someone could be so rampant.

This place had always been Jiang Qi the Saint Heir’s sanctuary, even dignitaries within the palace dared not cause a scene here.

But this man before him, single-handedly taking down Old San and Old San Two, now brazenly standing before him, wearing that disdainful cold smile.

Old San’s anger instantly ignited, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, his chest heaving violently, his whole being seemingly enraged completely.