"Kid, you're asking for death!" "How dare you rebel!" "Kill him!" All the overseers swarmed forward, standing before the cold, stern young man, their hearts boiling with fury. To dare strike an overseer was to slap every single one of them in the face—an unforgivable offense!

The stern youth faced them with cold disdain, his eyes sweeping over them with an air that seemed to dismiss everything in the world.

"Black Nether Sword Dragon!" "Storm Howl!"

The more than thirty nearby overseers encircled him, roaring as they unleashed their respective secret techniques. Dense ghostly qi diffused from their bodies, condensing in the mid-air into surging sword dragons or spiraling tornadoes, all charging toward the stern youth.

"Stop!" Suddenly, a commanding voice rang out from the side, causing the overseers just about to attack to freeze mid-motion. They turned to see several figures slowly approaching in the distance: a burly man, a delicate youth, and a man with an expressionless face wearing spectacles.

Beside these three walked two others: one clad in snow-white robes, strikingly elegant and dashing, and the other powerfully built and robust.

"Bailong, you've stirred up trouble again," the delicate youth sighed.

After all this time, the youth had grown even more refined, with bright red lips, white teeth, delicate skin, and a hint of handsomeness. Were he dressed differently, he would surely pass for a graceful young nobleman.

"This kid just loves making trouble," the burly man beside the delicate youth said with a hint of resignation. His face was covered in a thick beard, lending him a more masculine air.

"My estimation is that he's going to die," the bespectacled man stated flatly, pushing up the frames of his glasses.

"You guys..." The stern youth shrugged with a touch of helplessness. "Can't be helped. I said it before: anyone who dares strike a woman in front of me is unforgivable!"

"It's none of your business that they were hitting a woman," the burly man retorted, pursing his lips.

"If I say no, then it's no!" The stern youth rolled his eyes.

These thirty-plus overseers looked at these newcomers, utterly ignored by them, and indignation flared. "You unruly rabble, daring to gather and cause a disturbance! Once I report this, I will ensure you are executed without mercy!"

The stern youth turned his head and looked back with cold indifference. "I'm afraid you won't get the chance to report."

Hwa-ma!

Dense, dazzling golden light shimmered from within his body like flowing water, causing the surrounding sky to seem to solidify. A vast aura sealed and enveloped the surrounding space, and the soul-shaking energy caused the faces of the thirty-plus overseers to change drastically.

"Demigod!"

"How is that possible!"

"Among these slaves... how can there be a Demigod expert!"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

Everyone felt disbelief. Just then, within the area enveloped by the golden light, countless tiny golden swords slowly materialized out of thin air, aimed at the thirty-plus overseers, and shot out with a roar.

"I didn't really want to make a move," the stern youth admitted with feigned helplessness. "It's a good thing there were no women among you, or I might have truly hesitated."

Not striking women was his principle.

The burly man had lectured him several times on this matter, but the fellow's mind was as stubborn as an ox. If he said he wouldn't hit a woman, he wouldn't—even if that woman was his enemy. He would sooner choose to turn and flee in utter disgrace than fight her.

Whoosh, whoosh...

Sword lights pierced wildly, instantly impaling the overseers and drowning them in a cold, golden ocean. As the golden light receded like a tide, drawing back into Ye Chen's body, everyone collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The delicate youth sighed helplessly, "We hid for so long, and you ruined it... What am I supposed to say to you?"

The burly man lamented, "That idiot only has women on his mind."

The white-robed man nearby mused, "Since it has come to this, let's tidy up and try to migrate away as soon as possible."

"We can't stay here," the burly man agreed.

The stern youth scratched his head and grinned sheepishly, "My apologies, everyone, haha..."

"Apologize to your sister," the burly man shot him a look.

The stern youth laughed, then turned and walked over to the severely wounded young married woman. He helped her up, his eyes softening. "Queen Ant, be careful. Go back and rest well."

The young woman blushed slightly and nodded gently, whispering, "Thank you, Brother Bailong."

"You may go now!" the stern youth said with a slight smile. A faint sorrow flickered in his eyes, as if recalling a woman who had once died before him many years ago. A bitter smile touched his lips, but he quickly suppressed it and turned back toward the delicate youth and the others. He scratched his head again. "I'm truly sorry, everyone. We waited here, enduring in secret for nearly four years for our chance to rise, and I ruined it. Those people will certainly come to capture us. With our current strength, we can handle overseers, but dealing with the Elite Guards will be more than we can chew. I'm afraid they'll seal the power in our bodies and turn us into ordinary people."

He rubbed his nose. "I'm so sorry for dragging you all down."

The delicate youth pouted, "So fake!"

"Not sincere at all," the burly man grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Hahaha..." The stern youth burst out laughing.

"Forget it, you all know his nature. Let's go back first and enjoy our last moments of relaxation before the torment," the white-robed man said with a gentle smile.

"Let's go, let's go."

"I really wish we could have one big feast before we’re tortured."

"I'd like to lick your toes."

"Why don't you just dig a hole and bury yourself?"

"That would take up too much space, wouldn't it?"

"But you're wasting air by living."

"No problem, my butt will vent the excess."

"..."

These people moved with easygoing grace, turning and heading toward the small wooden huts where they lived nearby. They acted as if they had no awareness of the impending torture. Leaning against the hut, they took out their stored food and ate lazily under the sun.

"I wonder where Kabba went?" The white-robed man rested his hands behind his head, lying on a wooden plank, gazing at the azure sky.

"That kid probably saw a beautiful woman and went off chasing skirts. He's worthy of being Little Chenchen's recruit; with that flair, he has the potential to be my disciple," the stern youth laughed heartily.

"Potential for your sister!" The burly man spat out the blade of grass in his mouth, pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook it, and a cigarette jumped out, settling between his lips, lighting itself instantly.

"I really miss Ye Zhu. Ever since she left, we haven't had a decent meal. Brother Ye's cooking was good too. Those days on Earth were so carefree, hehe, what a pity. I wonder if Brother Ye is still alive..." The delicate youth leaned against the wooden hut, his gaze turning wistful as he looked at the distant sky.

A momentary silence fell over the group.

In the distance, a soft, gentle breeze swept over, rustling their clothes and hair, bringing a hint of coolness.

After a while, the burly man exhaled smoke and suddenly chuckled, "If they treat us to a big meal before the torment, like in those ancient costume dramas on Earth, wouldn't that be nice?"

The stern youth smiled. "It would be best if they let us state any last words."

The delicate youth nodded and laughed, "If I had last words, I'd only ask them to tell me if Brother Ye is still alive?" The stern youth nodded. "That's a good last request. If it were me, I'd ask them to find pictures of all the beauties across the entire Ancient Continent for me to look at. Tsk tsk. I once vowed to conquer all the beauties of Earth, but this Ancient Continent is so vast. Seeing them all would be worth it."

"Be careful not to bleed to death," the burly man muttered.

"No way, my self-control is very strong; I won't be easily swayed."

"There's a beauty over there."

"Huh? Where, where? Where is she? I don't see her, where is she, where?"

"Shameless!"

"You actually tricked me! I'm secretly going to put Mo Feng's cooking in your mouth tonight!"

"You, you are so cruel!"

"A man without cruelty is no man at all!"

"Manhood, my foot!"

The bespectacled man pushed up his glasses, his expression unchanging. "Two idiots!"

"Confirmed!" the delicate youth nodded.

While the others chatted and laughed, the distant sky suddenly darkened. Hundreds of figures swooped in from afar, hovering in the air, standing before the small wooden hut and looking down upon them with icy menace. "Who struck the overseers? Step forward!"

"My son is calling me," the stern youth winked at the delicate youth, then stretched, yawned, stood up, and strode out of the hut. Looking up at the sky as if speaking tender words to a girlfriend, he announced, "I hit them!"

Among the figures in the sky, the leader, a magnificent middle-aged man, stared coldly at the stern youth. "You have quite the nerve. Who told you to strike them?"

The stern youth propped his chin in his hand. "It's a long story, but I'll keep it short. When their actions caught my eye, my eyes told my brain cells that these people were too detestable, and my brain said they deserved to die. However, being compassionate and unwilling to kill, my mouth tried to counsel them. But they wouldn't listen, so what could I do? My hands couldn't bear it, so I slapped them dead."

Veins popped slightly on the foreheads of the men in the sky. The magnificent man said coldly, "Disaster is imminent, and you still dare to be glib? Believe it or not, I'll break protocol and destroy you!"

"Of course, I believe you," the stern youth replied without hesitation.

The magnificent man choked slightly, then snorted coldly. "Behave yourself. Come here, I'll take you to the torture chamber. Don't even think about any crooked ideas."

"Alright, big brothers, lead the way," the stern youth grinned.

The others watching were slightly angered. Damn it, they were being invited to the torture chamber, not a bridal chamber! Why isn't he showing any misery? He even looks excited! Is his brain broken?

"The rest of the accomplices, come along too," the magnificent man ordered coldly, looking toward the others by the wooden hut.

"I thought I might escape this trouble," the delicate youth whined, clasping his hands behind his head.

"We can only say the light radiating from that beast was too dim to capture their eyeballs, so they noticed me instead," the burly man lamented.

The stern youth shrieked, "You bunch of disloyal scoundrels!"

"There, there, want some candy?"

"Got any? I want the milk-flavored one."

"Brother is tricking you."

"Two idiots!"

"Confirmed!"

The crowd in the sky was speechless. The magnificent man felt a surge of frustration. With a great sweep of his hand, he commanded, "Follow me."

The stern youth and the others floated up lazily, trailing behind them. The remaining residents nearby emerged from their huts, watching the group being led away with expressions full of worry.