Chapter 468: Toying with Sima Da

Bai Potian's face changed: "Sima Da, save me."

Very soon, he could no longer make a sound.

His body compressed bit by bit, his bones shattered, and his organs ruptured as he vomited blood.

His pupils dilated, his eyeballs bulged out, a hideous sight, unable to resist — invisibly, a giant hand gripped them; not just one person, but everyone was in the palm of this enormous hand, their lives or deaths all within Chen Chuyang's single thought.

Not a single one of those who charged forward could escape this calamity — they... vomited blood, struggled frantically, only to find that the more they struggled, the more... they shook violently, the more it contracted, that terrifying power making them... unable to breathe.

Death, despair, descended once more — on this first day, they experienced what true, powerless despair meant.

"Sima Da, save me." Zhang Dongguo pleaded with Sima Da; he could not move, his true Qi sealed.

No — his inner core could shatter at any moment.

They could not hold out much longer; that terrifying true Qi, that terrifying power, like the might of heaven and earth, compressed their bodies, compressed their true Qi, compressed their inner cores — in less than a moment, they would be ruthlessly killed.

Chen Chuyang did not kill them outright, but tortured them; he smiled as he contracted his palm, shrinking it little by little, letting their screams echo inside and outside the Wanggong, letting everyone hear.

Those soldiers, those scions of noble families — they had been a step slower, had not charged forward, or rather, had not yet managed to follow up — at this moment, they all retreated, staring in terror at Chen Chuyang; they dared not meet his gaze, and lowered their heads.

Sima Da gritted his teeth, wanting to strike, but his body was trembling, trembling violently; that power made him see despair.

He was no match at all, while Chen Chuyang seemed to be playing, waiting for him to strike, and then catching them all in one net.

"Lord Chen Chuyang, what do you want? This old man can agree to anything — whatever Qi Ruohua gives you, we will double it."

He had grown anxious; he could not stand by and watch them die — those people were his main fighting force; once they were dead, what came after would be very troublesome.

The forces Sima Da could rely on were not many either, and he had also seen through Chen Chuyang's intentions: this person wanted to kill him, including those behind him — every single person was within Chen Chuyang's killing range.

He had no power to resist; if all the disciples behind him perished here, the blow to their families would be too great.

These disciples, these Strong Ones, each represented seventy percent of a family's strength — or even more.

Sima Da could not gamble, and dared not gamble.

Chen Chuyang smiled and said, "Are you certain you can give it?"

Sima Da gritted his teeth and said, "I can — whatever you need, we can find it for you."

This time, it was no longer 'Chen Chuyang,' but 'Lord.'

The form of address had changed; so it was between cultivators — if your strength was great, you were a senior, and you earned respect.

Chen Chuyang extended his hand: "Hand it over, then."

Sima Da gritted his teeth, staring at Chen Chuyang; after a moment, he unfastened his own storage bag and handed it to Chen Chuyang.

Those behind him, receiving Sima Da's order, took out everyone's treasures one after another and handed them to Chen Chuyang.

Chen Chuyang collected all the storage bags, quite satisfied.

He also took the storage bags of those who had been captured, collecting them all together.

This scene, falling before Qi Ruohua's eyes, left her dumbfounded.

"Him?"

Jing Yuheng sent a voice transmission to comfort her: "Do not worry, Your Highness — Chen Chuyang will not go back on his word."

"Those people were too foolish, falling for it just like that."

Qi Ruohua wondered inwardly: "Yuheng, are you saying he is toying with them?"

"Yes — Chen Chuyang loves doing this; he likes it when others deliver themselves to him, likes the feeling of tricking people. Sima Da and the rest will be furious to death later."

Qi Ruohua still did not dare... to relax — what if Chen Chuyang went back on his word, what then?

Now, she could only place her hopes on Chen Chuyang keeping his promise.

Seeing Jing Yuheng so confident, without a trace of doubt, Qi Ruohua felt somewhat reassured.

She trusted Jing Yuheng unconditionally; it was just that Chen Chuyang's behavior was very strange, giving rise to a few thoughts in her mind, that was all.

The White Wolf and the Azure Dragon Vice Hall Master saw this scene, exchanged a glance, and swallowed hard.

"Golden Core experts like ants — this is Jing Yuheng's source of confidence. Thank heavens we did not betray them, or else we would be among them."

"Yes — who could have imagined Jing Yuheng hid so deeply? With such a Strong One present, those people could not threaten her at all."

The White Wolf sent a voice transmission: "Those two are far too calculating — and this person, very powerful."

The Azure Dragon nodded: "This person, very powerful."

The two knew some of Chen Chuyang's past deeds, and previously believed he was not that powerful.

Seeing him today, the rumors were false — Chen Chuyang was far more terrifying, far more frightening than the rumors.

That level of strength was enough to run rampant across the entire Sealed World.

Following such a Strong One, the future would be much better.

They were deeply relieved in their hearts — they had chosen correctly.

Every step had been taken in trepidation; fortunately, they had made it to the end.

Bai Potian was dying, clinging to his last breath; he stared at Chen Chuyang and gritted his teeth: "Lord, will you still not release us?"

The things had been taken, yet there was no reaction.

Bai Potian did not want to die; if given one more chance, he absolutely would not have charged forward to provoke Chen Chuyang.

Wang Chu and Zhang Dongguo had the same thought — they were truly terrified.

Wanting to regret it was already impossible.

"When did I ever say that taking your things meant I would spare you?"

"You..."

Wang Chu glared angrily at Chen Chuyang: "You go back on your word."

Zhang Dongguo: "You..."

Sima Da's veins bulged, yet he dared not get angry; he forced an ugly smile, cupped his hands, and said: "Lord, what must be done for you to spare them?"

Chen Chuyang raised his left hand, pointing his index finger at Sima Da: "Very simple — as long as you kill them, you can live."

Sima Da heard the words, his expression changed.

Bai Potian, Wang Chu, and the others were the same, their expressions all drastically changed.

This person, so ruthless, actually had Sima Da kill a Sima clan disciple.

This move, killing with a borrowed knife, is indeed formidable.

"Impossible!"

Sima Da refused.

He swept his hand.

"I cannot meet this demand."

"Sir, if you force someone to do the impossible, then I will, even at the cost of my life, drag you down with me."

Sima Da became angry; this demand was excessive.

It was obvious that this person was toying with them.

"Oh?"

Chen Chuyang raised his eyebrows, disdainfully saying, "Are you seeking your own death?"

"A way to live has been given to you; how will you choose?"

"How about this: I am relatively kind; if you kill these people, the members of the Sima clan may leave alive."

"But you, cannot leave."

Sima Da's expression changed; those gazes behind him fell upon him.

The Sima clan's disciples all wanted to live; they did not want to die.

For a moment, his pressure was immense.