Every sentence and exchanged glance between them silently conveyed a profound sense of contempt. Ye Chen swept his gaze gently across the subtle expressions on the faces of the sect masters, taking in every trace of mockery, disdain, and schadenfreude. Yet he neither grew angry nor lost his composure; instead, a serene smile touched the corners of his lips—a smile that reflected both a clear-eyed awareness of his own predicament and a worldly detachment.
"Sect masters, have you all come here just to watch us make fools of ourselves?"
Ye Chen's voice was not loud, but it carried clearly into everyone's ears. His tone was calm and resolute, devoid of the slightest hint of fear or retreat. The remark struck like an invisible sword, directly piercing through the veneer of false courtesy and pretense in the arena. Seeing this, the sect masters no longer bothered to conceal their true emotions, bursting into loud laughter. Their laughter was filled with contempt and mockery toward Ye Chen, as if they had already foreseen his miserable defeat at the hands of the Beast King.
Chapter 1283