The Chief

"Get lost!"

Ning Qi hovered in midair, his voice carrying across the entire arena.

Everyone stared at him and Ye Chen, their expressions becoming incredibly vivid.

Most of them looked as though they were waiting for a show. After all, aside from bearing the title of First True Disciple, Ye Chen had only his identity as a member of the Ye Family—those were the only two things about him worth taking seriously.

Ye Chen was always arrogant toward those beneath him. Unless their interests were involved, it was truly difficult for anyone to support such a person.

Only the members of the Ye Family wore resentful expressions, as though they themselves had been humiliated. Even Grand Elder Ye Qingtian, seated on the high platform, had an extremely ugly expression.

However, this was currently a contest between True Disciples. Even if he wanted to interfere, the other elders and the Sect Master would suppress him.

He could only keep silent for now and make plans slowly afterward.

Besides, in order to secure this True Disciple ranking, he had already prepared a killing move for Ye Chen.

Ye Chen, seated on the First True Disciple's throne, had been publicly told to get lost in front of so many people. This was absolutely the first time in his life.

His expression changed again and again, alternating between green and white, while his eyes seemed ready to spit fire.

In truth, Ning Qi's words had contained no trace of superiority. He had not even brought any emotion into them; he had merely stated a fact.

Yet in Ye Chen's ears, they were exceptionally grating!

Ye Chen recalled being defeated and imprisoned by Ning Qi a year ago. A trace of fear still lingered in his eyes, but in the blink of an eye, anger