Supreme Devouring God

”Kill you? You’re deliberately trying to make me break the rules. Just by you, it’s not worth my effort!”

Wey Yixue mocked.

”Then just you wait.” Chu Xun said with a smile.

”However, although I can’t kill you, letting you suffer a little and learn a lesson is still doable!”

A cruel smile appeared on Wey Yixue’s face.

”We can’t fight anymore!”

”If this continues, someone will really get killed!”

Di Yuan shouted, jumping in front of Chu Xun with reddened eyes.

Smack—

However, Wey Yixue responded with a vicious slap.

The slap sent Di Yuan flying, crashing into several tables, his cheek swelling instantly, blood flowing profusely.

”Di Yuan!”

Seeing Di Yuan’s miserable state, the others immediately rushed to help him up.

”Block me? Do you even know your own strength?”

Wey Yixue wiped his hand, as if hitting Di Yuan had soiled it.

”I’ll remember this slap too.”

Chu Xun looked at the disfigured Di Yuan, his heart bleeding, his tone calm yet like a rumbling thunder ready to explode.

”You’ll remember, so what?!”

”Your mouth is really annoying!”

Wey Yixue frowned, a trace of impatience between his brows.

The next moment, he moved.

Like a startled swan, he swiftly rushed to Chu Xun, his immense Elemental Power surging out like a gushing spring, directly tearing towards Chu Xun’s mouth.

”No!!!”

Seeing this scene.

Di Yuan let out a heart-wrenching scream, eyes wide with fury.

Wey Yixue intended to tear Chu Xun’s mouth apart.

If he truly did, Chu Xun’s half face would be ripped off.

”Of all people to provoke, why choose Wey Yixue.”

In the Primordial Food Pavilion, many White Robed Disciples shook their heads.

Wey Yixue’s reputation on the White Robe Peak had already become something everyone feared, and Chu Xun was practically courting death.

Whoosh—

At that moment.

A Telekinesis force suddenly shot in from outside the Primordial Food Pavilion, moving faster than the speed of sound, tearing through space straight in.

Bam!

The Elemental Power surging from Wey Yixue’s body was instantly shattered by this Telekinesis, dissipating into nothingness.

”Who?!”

This sudden development left Wey Yixue stunned, with a hint of anger in his voice.

Wey Yixue was already in a rage.

To think someone dared interfere, naturally, he was displeased.

Chu Xun was also taken aback.

Evidently, he too didn’t expect someone to come to his aid at this critical moment.

He slowly turned his head, looking towards the entrance of the Primordial Food Pavilion.

Moreover.

This unexpected event made the White Robed Disciples inside the Primordial Food Pavilion turn their eyes toward it.

What they saw was.

A young boy in ordinary white clothes, face cold, walking into the Primordial Food Pavilion.

On the shoulder of this white-clothed boy, a cute, snow-white Little Beast was sleeping soundly.

At this moment, Chu Xun’s gaze froze.

So did Di Yuan and the others.

Some White Robed Disciples in the Primordial Food Pavilion felt a thunderous explosion in their minds.

”Who is this guy?”

Some new White Robed Disciples, clueless, asked curiously.

”A tough character who once leveled our White Robe Peak.” Someone nearby answered.

Leveled the White Robe Peak?

Those new disciples were instantly stunned.

They couldn’t help but recall what their seniors had told them upon entry, the event from half a year ago that shook the entire Heavenly Blade Saint Sect.

Is this young man the protagonist of that story?

Step by step, Qin Chen walked into the Primordial Food Pavilion.

He saw Di Yuan’s cheek, swollen, bleeding profusely.

He also saw the injuries on those around Di Yuan, fresh wounds clearly inflicted just now.

In addition, he saw the already disfigured Chu Xun.

The next moment, Qin Chen lifted his head, his seemingly ordinary eyes locked onto Wey Yixue.

Boom!

In that instant, when Wey Yixue was stared at by Qin Chen’s eyes, it was like a Thunder Strike, a hallucination surged in his heart, as if what was looking at him was a God Slayer from Hell itself, a Devil.

As an old disciple who had been at the White Robe Peak for three years.

Half a year ago, when Qin Chen single-handedly leveled the White Robe Peak, he witnessed it all, shaken to his core.

Back then, Xu Shi, Yvvu Xuantian, and others were no match for Qin Chen, they were subdued by him.

Needless to say, what about him?

Moreover, there was an extremely important point.

That was half a year ago.

After Qin Chen leveled the White Robe Peak and his reputation soared half a year ago, Wey Yixue hadn’t heard from Qin Chen since.

He suddenly vanished without a trace.

That’s why Wey Yixue dared to bully Chu Xun and the others.

But even in his wildest imagination, he never expected.

Half a year later, Qin Chen would reappear at the Heavenly Blade Saint Sect.

”Who are you? Silent here, pretending to be something?!”

At this moment, several White Robed Disciples beside Wey Yixue, unaware of Qin Chen’s identity, angrily shouted.

They, used to flaunting arrogance with Wey Yixue at the White Robe Peak, didn’t put Qin Chen in their eyes at all.

Because Qin Chen’s attire was too ordinary.

”Do you see those people beside you? That’s what happens to those who offend Brother Wey!”

”You better get lost quickly! Otherwise, you’ll end up just like them!”

Wey Yixue’s White Robed Disciples, seeing that Qin Chen was ignoring them, spoke even more viciously.

Wey Yixue hearing this, almost jumping in rage.

Urged to beat to death the several talking White Robe Disciples.

He was just planning to back down, yet these lackeys had directly blocked his retreat, how could he not be furious?

Those who knew Qin Chen’s identity, hearing what those White Robed Disciples said, couldn’t help having their hearts race.

”Hey! Are you deaf or what? Didn’t you hear what we said?!”

”A fool!”

These few White Robe Disciples hadn’t seen Wey Yixue’s face already turned livid, and continued to berate Qin Chen.

”You’re too noisy!”

Finally, Qin Chen furrowed his brows, his gaze shifting to them, Telekinesis moving slightly.

Bam!

The next moment, that Telekinesis like a mountain, pressed down on these people’s bodies.

Pinned them to the ground, unable to move.

”You dare make a move?!”

”You’re seeking death!”

”Brother Wey! Teach this brat a lesson! Daring to act in front of you, I think he’s begging for death!”

These pressed-down White Robe Disciples were furious.

Qin Chen’s gaze again turned to Wey Yixue.

”Qin... Saint Son Qin.”

Seeing Qin Chen’s gaze turning over, Wey Yixue managed to muster a strained smile, but at this moment, he was too late to cry, unable to smile at all.

So much that the smile was uglier than a cry.