Ruins Open

Outside Hancheng, figures flickered as they darted toward the small hill beyond the city.

Yang Chen was among them.

With every flicker of his figure, he sprinted forward, covering dozens of meters in an instant.

Several S-rank ability users watched Yang Chen with surprise.

There were not many S-rank ability users, and most of them knew one another, yet Yang Chen held no presence among this group.

It was as if he had appeared out of thin air.

"Who is this kid? He's so young, yet he's already S-rank?"

"No idea, but since Grandmaster Meng arranged for him to be here, he must have S-rank strength!"

"Hiss, is he really that monstrous?"

The group of S-rank ability users discussed among themselves.

Yang Chen's ears twitched slightly as he caught their chatter, but he did not take it to heart, instead accelerating and secretly activating his Gale Ability.

His speed surged abruptly.

Seeing this, some of the S-rank ability users were forced to pick up their own pace.

They couldn't let themselves be surpassed by a junior, after all!

"Damn, doesn't this kid get tired? He's so fast!"

One powerhouse cursed under his breath.

Yang Chen merely curled his lips slightly at this and accelerated once more.

He was still nowhere near his limit!

Yang Chen's actions immediately ignited the competitive spirit of those S-rank powerhouses, and one by one, they pushed their cultivation to the limit, desperate to catch up to his speed!

One had to remember, Yang Chen was not just S-rank; he possessed the Grandmaster Body!

Yang Chen's speed was already comparable to a Grandmaster, and with the added boost of his Gale Ability, those S-rank users had no chance of keeping up unless their own abilities were specifically suited for speed!

"Damn it!" Many of the ability users glared at Yang Chen with annoyance.

They were all S-rank; there was no need to compete like this!

However, a few of the older ability users managed to keep their composure, though they were in the minority; most were incensed by Yang Chen's arrogant display.

"Kid, speed doesn't mean everything. Strength is what truly matters!"

One middle-aged S-rank powerhouse couldn't help but speak up; he couldn't stand Yang Chen's arrogance, as the boy wasn't giving any of them face.

Did he not know the meaning of humility?

Yang Chen merely glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently before turning back and pushing even harder!

"Catch up to me first before you talk!"

Yang Chen's calm voice echoed across the vast expanse.

His entire body drifted through the air like a feather, as if weightless, instantly widening the gap between him and the group of S-rank powerhouses.

If they couldn't even keep up with his speed, they wanted to talk about strength?

Were they out of their minds?

Yang Chen scoffed at the actions of these S-rank powerhouses; he figured they had been in high positions for too long, their brains clouded by the glitz and glamour of their lives.

"Arrogant!"

Fury flared in the middle-aged man's pupils, a ruthless look crossing his face as he threw a punch toward Yang Chen.

It was also a Flame Ability!

Yang Chen noticed the movement behind him and raised an eyebrow. Flames erupted around his body as he turned around and met the strike with a punch of his own!

BOOM!

"You're courting death!"

Yang Chen's gaze turned cold as he unleashed the full power of his Grandmaster Body, channeling it into his strike.

The moment the middle-aged man's fist made contact with Yang Chen's, he felt a terrifying force explode instantly against his hand!

CRACK!

A crisp sound rang out as the middle-aged man's fist shattered!

"Ah!"

The man clutched his hand, cold sweat breaking out on his face; his fist had been pulverized by Yang Chen's single blow.

It had burst apart.

"What is going on here!"

Meng Yao's cold figure slowly appeared, and the temperature in the surrounding world seemed to drop by several degrees.

"Grandmaster Meng, this kid provoked us!"

The middle-aged man saw Meng Yao appear and scrambled to his feet, beginning to wail and complain to her.

Meng Yao looked at Yang Chen with a strange expression. These S-rank powerhouses didn't know Yang Chen's true strength, but she did; he possessed the combat power of a Grandmaster, plain and simple.

With such formidable strength, why would he need to provoke them?

Yang Chen shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "What do you think?"

"Insolent! To be so rude in the presence of Grandmaster Meng—is this how your elders taught you?"

Before Meng Yao could speak, the middle-aged man had already chimed in, acting like a villain who tries to frame others first.

Meng Yao looked at the middle-aged man coldly, finding the situation somewhat amusing.

Yang Chen's elders?

Liu Feng would count, wouldn't he?

If one were to go by seniority, Yang Chen was of the same generation as her; strictly speaking, he really didn't need to be that formal.

Meng Yao was well aware of all this.

But did she need you here fanning the flames?

Besides, Shan Shou was still nearby!

Shan Shou was Yang Chen's senior brother!

Weren't you just courting death by doing this?

"Get lost!"

The more she thought about it, the more irritated Meng Yao became, and she barked the command at the middle-aged man.

"Grandmaster Meng, what is this?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, looking at Meng Yao and hesitating.

"I told you to get lost, are you deaf?"

Meng Yao's aura erupted instantly, and the temperature between heaven and earth plummeted, turning as frigid as ice.

The surrounding S-rank powerhouses averted their gazes, unwilling to provoke Meng Yao. As the saying goes, the bystanders see more than the players.

They could finally see it: Meng Yao was intent on protecting Yang Chen, and the middle-aged man was only going to annoy her further by continuing to speak!

"I!"

The middle-aged man seemed to want to argue, but Meng Yao slapped him away, sending him flying dozens of meters backward before he could barely come to a stop.

"Say one more word, and I'll tear your mouth off!"

Meng Yao said to the middle-aged man mercilessly.

Yang Chen stood to the side, practically watching a show; he was only missing some melon seeds and a drink.

Meng Yao turned her head to look at Yang Chen, feeling somewhat helpless. "You... you could have just crippled him yourself, why did you need me to step in? This group of people, too—they haven't experienced enough and are a bit too impetuous. It's good to suppress them now, lest they go to the ruins and get themselves killed!"

Just as Meng Yao's voice faded, a crimson beam of light shot up from the ground on the east side of Hancheng.

Boom! Boom!

The earth trembled, and the entire world seemed to be permeated by a terrifying, oppressive aura. Everyone's gaze fell upon that crimson beam of light.

Immediately after, the light slowly faded, revealing what lay within.

A massive portal, appearing as if out of thin air, hovered in mid-air, radiating boundless power!

Meng Yao and the others wore solemn expressions as they stared at the portal.

"The ruins!"

To be continued!