If the gap had been two or three minor realms, Ye Chen might still have had the courage to fight.
But they were two major realms apart, and his master had been forcibly stripped from him and taken away by a ghost officer. Ye Chen truly had no confidence.
In the past, even when his master possessed him and forcibly boosted his combat strength, the opponents Ye Chen defeated across cultivation realms had barely been one major realm above him.
Suddenly, he felt that without his master's protection, he had returned to that lowest point in his life, when everyone mocked him.
"I understand. Don't get worked up. I'll leave." Ye Chen raised both hands and backed away step by step.
Only then did the guard rein in his killing intent.
Ye Chen was like a mute forced to swallow bitter herbs, unable to voice his suffering.
He silently found an empty seat in the first-floor auction hall and sat down, keeping a constant eye on the exit.
He could not let Chen Mu and Chen Juexin slip out of his sight without him noticing.
Today, he would get his hands on that heavenly iron and comprehend its peerless divine ability!
Whatever the cost!
He had only just sat down, his seat not even warm yet, when Ye Chen suddenly noticed another figure beside him.
Looking up, he saw hostility in the man's eyes as he said contemptuously, "You, get lost. This young master wants that seat!"
He already had a bellyful of resentment from his encounter with the guard. Now some unknown peer he did not even recognize was provoking him like this.
Ye Chen would not grit his teeth and swallow his anger again.
He rose from his seat and looked down at the young man, his eyes