Yang Chen knew most of these Emperor-level powerhouses. He could call nearly all of them by name.
Now that Sect Master Fang had been singled out by Yang Chen, he was somewhat embarrassed. Still, he said calmly, "Well, Brother Yang Chen, you misunderstand. That is not what I meant."
Though he said so, his eyes were filled with a strange glint. Clearly, he harbored some other crooked thoughts.
Yang Chen sneered. "I cannot be bothered to beat around the bush with you all anymore. Are you not convinced that I possess some treasure? My answer is that I do not. The surging of that lightning pool was not a sign of some treasure being born, either. You merely want me to swear an oath, but I do not seem to have any reason to satisfy such demands. If you think I have treasures on me, then simply assume that I do. I do indeed possess quite a few treasures, including a Top-grade Profound Heaven Treasure. Whoever wants to seize them may come and try. Those who do not, I will not see them out."
Yang Chen could no longer be bothered to explain himself. Human nature was simply this vile.
These people clearly coveted the treasures on him, yet they still put on such a high-sounding, righteous facade. Most of them merely wanted to join the crowd, add their numbers, force his treasures into the open, and only then make further plans.
Still, once Yang Chen laid his words bare, it had its effect. Those who had originally wanted to lay hands on Yang Chen's treasures began to reconsider. Upon thinking carefully, they realized that they did not possess the qualifications to covet what he carried.
"Hehe, since Young Friend Yang Chen has made things clear, then the royal family