Chapter 1058: Is That All You’ve Got?

Chapter 1058: Chapter 1058: Is That All You’ve Got?

"You dare to act recklessly on the Saint Heir’s territory? You’re really tired of living!" Old San roared, his voice bursting with fury and disbelief.

He clenched his fist abruptly, the power within his body rapidly coalescing, and his entire aura suddenly surged as he charged at Ye Qingchen without hesitation.

Ye Qingchen watched Old San’s movements coldly, with not an ounce of fear in his eyes, but rather a touch of disdain.

He lightly sidestepped, dodging Old San’s sudden punch, his steps nimble as the wind, instantly creating space between them. Old San’s punch fell short, hitting air with a muffled sound, while Ye Qingchen had already vanished from sight.

Old San grew even angrier, his face became hideous, and his blood flow surged, his power erupting instantly.

The Fire Element behind him burned fiercely like flames, his fists glowing with intense fire as he swung them at Ye Qingchen once more.

This time, Old San’s speed was quicker, and his strength was stronger, the punch carrying the heat of flames, as if ready to completely burn Ye Qingchen to ashes.

However, Ye Qingchen’s figure remained ghostly, deftly dodging.

He maneuvered agilely through Old San’s attacks, eyes locked on to each of Old San’s movements, seeking flaws in the opponent. Although Old San’s punches were fierce, Ye Qingchen saw them as riddled with openings.

"Such simple moves, dare to show them off?"

Ye Qingchen laughed lightly, moved his feet, and quickly approached Old San.

He extended a hand, rapidly gathering the power of the wood element in his palm, green light flashed, and a vine suddenly grew from the ground, winding toward Old San’s feet.

Old San felt a tightness underfoot, looked down to find his legs firmly entangled by the vine.

His expression changed drastically, angered as he roared, swinging his arms forcefully in an attempt to burn the vines with the fire element.

The intense flames surged onto the vine, making crackling sounds as it burned, with the vine swiftly withering under the flames’ scorching.

But just at this moment, Ye Qingchen’s attack had already arrived. Taking advantage of Old San’s downward glance, he flickered to appear behind Old San, powerfully striking Old San’s back with his wood elemental power gathered in hand.

Old San couldn’t react in time, only feeling a massive force striking from behind, sending him flying like a broken kite, crash-landing against the wall.

"Bastard!" Old San clutched his chest, spat out blood, glaring angrily at Ye Qingchen.

His eyes filled with hatred, his hands gathered flames again, eager to continue the counterattack.

However, the excruciating pain and disordered inner strength prevented him from smoothly mobilizing his powers within.

Ye Qingchen gave him no chance to catch his breath, once more wielding the wood elemental power, causing more vines to sprout from the ground like Spirit Snakes, rapidly entwining around Old San’s body, pinning him tightly to the wall.

Old San’s hands were completely bound, unable to move, with his angry roars gradually weakening.

"That’s all you’ve got?" Ye Qingchen coldly looked at the restrained Old San, a flash of disdain in his eyes. "Reckless on the Saint Heir’s territory?" He chuckled coldly, "You don’t even know what real power is." With that, Ye Qingchen’s wood element power flared up, tightening the vines around Old San.

Ye Qingchen didn’t intend to kill Old San, instead calmly walking over, looking down at him from on high.

Though Old San was tightly bound by the vines, he continued to glare fiercely at Ye Qingchen, full of anger and defiance.

"How many experts are in Jiang Qi’s palace city?" Ye Qingchen inquired coldly, his voice devoid of emotion.

His tone carried an imposing pressure, as if stating an inevitable outcome.

At the words, a hint of fierceness appeared in Old San’s eyes, as he clenched his teeth, even audible grinding sounds emanating, with facial muscles twitching in anger.

Eventually, he spat a bloody spittle, cursing viciously, "Bah! You want to know how many experts there are? Dream on! Our Saint Heir doesn’t need experts to destroy you!"

His eyes widened, filled with defiance and disdain, showing no sign of yielding even in such dire straits.

Old San knew his duty was to safeguard Jiang Qi’s safety, even at the cost of his life, without leaking the slightest secret of the palace city’s defenses.

Ye Qingchen met Old San’s hostile gaze, undeterred by his stubborn resistance. Instead, his lips curled with a cold smile, eyes revealing deep confidence and calm indifference.

"Do you still have a choice now?" Ye Qingchen stated blandly, voice steady yet with irresistible force.

Old San felt a tremor in his heart; this man in front of him was so confident!

He sensed that Ye Qingchen’s aura was like a towering, immovable mountain, suffocating him.

Old San’s heart wavered slightly, but he quickly suppressed that feeling, choosing to stick to his principles.

"Don’t expect a word from me! If you have the guts, kill me!" Old San roared angrily, eyes full of resolute determination.

Ye Qingchen chuckled coldly, a glint of frost in his eyes. He slowly leaned closer to Old San’s ear, speaking like a chilling blade, "Kill you? That’d be too cheap. Don’t worry, I have plenty of time and means to make you talk."

His words revealed an undeniable pressure, inducing a sliver of fear within Old San’s heart.

Still, Old San gritted his teeth firmly, stubbornly opting for silence.

He knew once he spoke, the consequences would be unimaginable. Yet faced with Ye Qingchen’s unhurried cold smile, a flicker of uncertainty began to stir within him.

Ye Qingchen chuckled coldly, casually waving a hand, tossing the thoroughly battered and barely conscious Old Da and Old Er in front of Old San.

His movements appeared casual, but each step exuded deep threat. He slowly crouched down, looking down at Old San, a playful smile on his lips.

"Let me guess, you three are real brothers, right?" Ye Qingchen’s voice carried a hint of cold mockery, his gaze flitting over Old Da and Old Er, before settling on Old San’s exceedingly furious face.

His tone feigned casualness as if chatting leisurely, "Then, who should I kill first?"

Ye Qingchen’s words were cold and ruthless, piercing Old San’s heart like a sharp dagger.

Saying this, his fingers lifted slightly, pointing toward Old Da’s throat, seemingly ready to act at any moment.

Seeing it, a surge of uncontrollable rage immediately welled up within Old San’s heart.

His eyes suddenly widened, blood threads distinctly visible, anger almost bursting from his eye sockets.

He clenched his teeth, body quivering slightly from fury, as if he might erupt at any moment.