Yi Chen snorted coldly, wisps of ghostly green flame rising from his body. Streams of electricity coiled around the young people from the Demon Dragon Hall, instantly numbing their bodies and sending them crumpling limply to the ground.
With a sweep of his broad sleeve, Yi Chen seized someone who looked like a key leader. Hoisting him up, he roared, "Lead the way! I have business with your pontiff."
Before the young leader could react, a fierce pain shot through his neck. Yi Chen had already crushed it and casually tossed him aside. Striding deeper inside, Yi Chen growled under his breath, "Take me to your pontiff, and perhaps I'll consider sparing your lives. Otherwise, I guarantee that everyone in your Demon Dragon Hall will die an ugly death."
Yi Chen had already returned to human form, and golden arcs of electricity now flickered faintly in his eyes. Slender golden arcs circled the center of his left eye like tiny snakes, making him look like a deity. His voice was low and heavy with oppressive authority, shaking the young Demon Dragon Hall disciples until they trembled all over. They meekly assented and hurried toward the inner courtyard with him.
Yi Chen moved with unparalleled speed, following close behind the disciple guiding him like a phantom. The Demon Dragon Hall disciples they encountered along the way were knocked unconscious before they even noticed him. Within the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Yi Chen had reached the entrance to the Demon Dragon Hall's council chamber.
A clamor rose within the Demon Dragon Fortress. Countless young men and women were shouting loudly, some delighted, some miserable, and others plainly gloating over the misfortune of others.
Yi Chen pushed open the council chamber's wooden doors and walked inside. A pungent