762: Chapter 762 The Berserk High Priest!

Euphemia gritted her teeth, walked quickly to Ye Chen's side, and lowered her voice.

"Ye Chen, the High Priest is really not someone to be trifled with."

"He is not only the spiritual mentor of the royal family, but he also has huge influence among the common people."

"Throughout Eagle Country, and even outside of Eagle Country, from nobles to commoners, at least six million people are his followers."

"His words carry more weight than many ministers."

"And..." She paused, a trace of wariness flashing in her eyes, "He possesses some very mysterious powers. I don't know exactly what they are, but I know that even the Queen has to show him some respect."

Ye Chen listened and nodded.

"Oh."

Euphemia: "???"

Oh?

Just an 'oh'?

She said so much, and he just replied with an 'oh'?

Euphemia was anxious: "Did you not understand? I mean..."

"I understood," Ye Chen interrupted her, "You're saying he's a big deal, right?"

Euphemia: "... Yes."

Ye Chen smiled and didn't speak.

The High Priest stood at the door, looking at Ye Chen and Euphemia whispering to each other, the disgust in his eyes growing thicker.

"Ye Chen."

His voice was as cold as a frozen lake in winter, "I'll give you one last chance."

"Leave Eagle Country now, and I can pretend nothing ever happened."

"Otherwise..."

He narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in his grey-blue pupils.

"You won't be able to leave Eagle Country alive."

Euphemia's face turned completely pale.

She knew the High Priest too well; this man did not speak empty words.

If he said one could not leave Eagle Country, then one truly could not leave Eagle Country.

Euphemia was just about to speak...

Ye Chen moved.

He stood up from the sofa and walked towards the High Priest.

This scene left Euphemia stunned.

It made the High Priest frown even more.

The two red-robed guards stepped forward simultaneously, blocking in front of the High Priest, hands on their sword hilts, staring at Ye Chen with hostility.

Ye Chen didn't even glance at them.

He walked up to the High Priest and raised his right hand.

"Slap!!!"

A crisp sound of a slap exploded in the hall.

The High Priest's head jerked to one side, and he staggered back two steps. If it weren't for his staff supporting his body, he would have nearly fallen to the ground.

The next second.

Five finger marks appeared on his left cheek, visible to the naked eye, red and swollen.

The hall was deathly silent.

Euphemia widened her eyes.

She never expected that Ye Chen would actually make a move.

And he hit the High Priest!!!

The two red-robed guards were also dumbfounded.

They had followed the High Priest for many years and had seen countless people show him great respect, but they had never seen anyone dare to lay a hand on the High Priest.

But now...

A Long Country man had slapped the High Priest across the face right in front of them.

The High Priest slowly turned his head, reached out and touched his burning cheek, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You... you dare hit me?"

Shock!

Utterly shocking!

Who was he?

The High Priest revered by millions of people!

And he was slapped by a twenty-something-year-old brat???

Ye Chen withdrew his hand, shoved it into his trouser pocket, and looked down at him.

"Hit you?"

"When you were threatening me, why didn't you think I would hit you?"

The High Priest's breathing became rapid, his chest heaving like a bellows.

"Do you know who you hit with that slap?"

"You hit the High Priest of Eagle Country! The spiritual leader of millions of believers! The most respected person in all of Eagle Country!!!"

Ye Chen looked at him and said indifferently.

"I hit exactly who I intended to hit."

"A pyramid scheme leader, and you dare to put on airs in front of me?"

The High Priest was shaking with anger, and the staff in his hand was swaying violently.

The two red-robed guards behind him finally came back to their senses, simultaneously drawing the long swords from their waists, the tips pointing directly at Ye Chen.

"Audacious!!!"

"How dare you show such disrespect to the High Priest!!!"

The two moved left and right, their long swords piercing toward Ye Chen with fierce sword energy.

Ye Chen didn't even look, waving his right hand casually.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two muffled sounds.

The two red-robed guards flew backward simultaneously, crashing into the door frame, then bouncing onto the ground, their long swords rolling far away.

The two lay on the ground, spitting blood, struggling a few times, but unable to crawl up.

The High Priest's expression finally changed.

These two guards were his most capable subordinates, both experts at the Peak Celestial Master Realm, already transcendent beings in the eyes of ordinary people.

Yet in front of Ye Chen, they couldn't even withstand one move.

Even...

The young man wasn't even taking it seriously.

The High Priest's Adam's apple bobbed, and a layer of cold sweat seeped out on his back.

But he did not retreat.

He was the High Priest of Eagle Country; he could not retreat.

"Ye Chen, do you think that just because you can fight, you can do whatever you want in Eagle Country?"

"This is Eagle Country, not Long Country!"

"You hit me, which is equivalent to slapping the face of the entire Eagle Country!"

"Do you believe that with one word from me, I can make you an enemy of the entire Eagle Country?"

Ye Chen looked at him and couldn't help but laugh.

"Make me an enemy of the entire Eagle Country?"

"Do you think I'm afraid?"

The High Priest's expression stiffened.

Ye Chen continued.

"I am an enemy of the entire Nordic Saint Hall, where are they now?"

"I am even more of an enemy to the entire upper class of the USA, where are they now?"

He took a step forward, looking at the High Priest calmly.

"A pyramid scheme fraud like you, and you're worthy of threatening me?"

The High Priest's face turned from blue to white.

He...

Was actually speechless!

Euphemia stood to the side, completely stunned.

She had seen arrogant people, but never anyone this arrogant.

The High Priest took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"Fine, fine, fine."

"Ye Chen, you will regret this."

"I guarantee it."

After speaking, he turned around, leaning on his staff, and strode toward the door.

After walking two steps, he stopped again, turned his head to look at the two red-robed guards still vomiting blood on the ground, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes.

"Useless trash."

Then.

He left without looking back.

The two red-robed guards struggled to climb up from the ground, clutching their chests, stumbling after him.

Until they left...

Euphemia finally came back to her senses, turning her head sharply to look at Ye Chen.

"Are you crazy?!"

"You are truly crazy!!!"

Ye Chen looked at her and asked indifferently: "Just tell me... was it satisfying?"

"Cough."

Euphemia coughed dryly, "Satisfying!"

Ye Chen spread his hands: "If it's satisfying, isn't that the end of it?"

"But..."

Euphemia calmed down slightly before saying helplessly, "The High Priest really has a special status..."

"It's fine."

Ye Chen interrupted her indifferently, "If he dares to continue causing trouble for me, I will twist his neck, then run back to Long Country. That way, your Eagle Country won't be able to do anything to me either."

Euphemia: "???"

No...

Is this human language?

...

It was late at night.

The lights were still on in the palace study.

The Queen sat behind the desk, reviewing documents.

The butler stood to the side, hesitant to speak several times, but ultimately didn't dare to open his mouth.

He knew Her Majesty was in a bad mood today.

To be precise, ever since Euphemia took that Long Country man out of the palace, she hadn't been in a good mood.

"Your Majesty."

A guard walked in from outside, bowed and saluted, "The High Priest requests an audience."

The Queen's brows knit together sharply.

The High Priest?

So late, what is he here for?

The Queen put down her teacup, a bad premonition vaguely rising in her heart.

"Let him in."

The guard took the order and left.

Not long after, the High Priest walked into the study, leaning on his staff.

He had ointment applied to his left cheek, the swelling had not yet fully subsided, and five finger marks were faintly visible.

The Queen was startled when she saw the injury on his face.

"High Priest, your face..."

"It was hit by that Long Country man."

The High Priest's voice was icy, his grey-blue eyes filled with suppressed anger.

The Queen's expression changed instantly.

She had thought the High Priest might have come to her for something else, but she never expected that the High Priest had actually been hit by Ye Chen.

And it was a slap to the face.

The Queen took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down: "High Priest, sit down first and tell me slowly."

The High Priest did not sit.

He stood in front of the desk, leaning on his staff.

"Your Majesty, that Long Country man must pay the price."

"He hit me, which is equivalent to hitting the face of Eagle Country, hitting the face of the royal family, and hitting the face of millions of believers."

"If he isn't taught a lesson, where does my dignity as High Priest lie? Where does the dignity of the royal family lie?"

The Queen tapped her fingers on the desktop, remaining silent for a few seconds.

"High Priest, that Ye Chen... is not simple."

"Not simple?"

The High Priest sneered.

"Your Majesty, I don't care if he is simple or not."

"He hit me, so he must pay the price."

"If you won't deal with him, I will."

"But the royal family had better not interfere."

The Queen's expression sank instantly.

The High Priest's words were no longer a request.

It was a threat.

A naked threat.

The royal family shouldn't interfere?

She was the monarch of a country, the Queen of Eagle Country; the entire Eagle Country was hers, and the High Priest was actually telling her not to interfere?

The Queen spoke slowly, her voice terrifyingly calm.

"High Priest, are you threatening me?"