202: Evil Young Master Yang at dawn

At this moment, Fan Bing on the auction stage lightly tapped the table with the delicate hammer in her hand and said in a sweet voice, "Four million for the first time!"

"Four million for the second time!"

"Four million for the third time, sold! Congratulations, Princess Qing."

With a flower-like smile, Fan Bing respectfully sent the Divine Void Grass over. This was four million spirit crystals! Just from the commission alone, she could get four hundred thousand spirit crystals; how could she not be overjoyed?

"Your Highness, what should we do now?" Wan Zihao asked cautiously via voice transmission.

"Shut up! Give me two million spirit crystals!" Murong Qing glared fiercely at Wan Zihao, her eyes looking as if they could spit fire.

"Fuck, you're the one who bid; why the hell should I pay for it?"

Wan Zihao cursed inwardly, then with an extremely unwilling expression, he took out two million spirit crystals.

Although Yang Lingchen really wanted the Divine Void Grass, he truly didn't have as many as four million spirit crystals in his hands.

The auction ended quickly. When Yang Lingchen walked out of the Tianfeng Chamber of Commerce, night had already fallen, and the sky was as black as ink.

"Stinky brat, where do you think you're going?"

Just then, Murong Qing and Wan Zihao walked aggressively toward Yang Lingchen, followed by several elders with steady Auras and serious faces.

"Isn't this Princess Qing, who's acting like a big shot after I slapped her face swollen?"

Yang Lingchen chuckled, his smile carrying a hint of mockery.

Although the other side had many people, Yang Lingchen showed no fear. With his current strength, even if he couldn't beat them, he was still confident in his ability to escape.

"Little Bastard, you are dead for sure today!"

Wan Zihao's eyes were incredibly sinister, his venomous gaze looking as if he wanted to cut Yang Lingchen into a thousand pieces. He had been brooding over Yang Lingchen's previous sneak attack and wished he could tear him limb from limb.

"Your Grandpa is standing right here; come at me if you have the guts!"

The corners of Yang Lingchen's mouth curled up into a cold, mocking sneer.

"Seeking death!"

Wan Zihao shouted angrily, and his battle sword suddenly swung out, cutting through the Void Realm with a piercing, frost-like Aura, slashing aggressively toward Yang Lingchen.

A cold glint flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes. His figure turned into a bolt of white light as fast as lightning, and he instantly unleashed a Wusheng Sword Qi toward Wan Zihao. The sharp Sword Qi seemed to ruthlessly tear through the Void Realm, sweeping toward Wan Zihao with a faint afterimage.

Facing Yang Lingchen's terrifying Sword Qi, Wan Zihao hurriedly swung his sword to block.

"Clang!"

With a crisp and loud sound of metal clashing, the terrifying Sword Qi cleanly snapped Wan Zihao's battle sword. Without pausing, it instantly swept across his neck like lightning.

"Ah...!" Wan Zihao's eyes widened, showing a hint of desperate unwillingness. His hands tightly gripped his bleeding throat as he slowly collapsed.

Since the auction had just ended and the crowd was thick, many people witnessed this scene.

Wan Zihao was the son of the Great Yan Dynasty's Prime Minister! And he was killed just like that.

The crowd on the scene was shocked and dumbfounded.

"Kill him!"

Murong Qing's tone was incredibly cold, as if it came from the depths of the nine netherworlds.

As soon as she spoke, several elders behind her pounced toward Yang Lingchen from different directions like ghosts.

Facing the siege of several elders at the fourth layer of the Divine Origin Realm, a ruthless glint flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes. His Phantom Movement Technique suddenly activated, and with a dazzling white light, he arrived in front of Murong Qing in an instant.

These elders never expected Yang Lingchen's speed to be so fast—so fast that they were caught off guard.

By the time they reacted, Yang Lingchen had already grabbed Murong Qing's slender throat.

At this moment, Murong Qing was terrified and panicked. She never expected that she would be so powerless before Yang Lingchen, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Stinky brat, let go of the Princess, or no one in this world will be able to save you," a Grey-robed Elder said coldly and sternly.

"Old man, the Great Yan Dynasty is just a lowly power; it's nothing in the Tianfeng World! And yet, you have the nerve to brag about it!" Yang Lingchen sneered, his voice full of disdain.

"Stinky brat, you'd better release This Princess, or you won't be able to escape today!"

Having recovered slightly, Murong Qing shot a cold glance at Yang Lingchen, her eyes full of threats.

"You seem quite aloof, don't you!" Yang Lingchen sneered, then his right hand slid down Murong Qing's collar without hesitation.

"You bastard, This Princess will kill you!"

Murong Qing's face instantly turned crimson, and her veins bulged with rage. She looked as if she wanted to swallow Yang Lingchen alive.

"Slap! Slap! Slap...!"

"Damn Old Hag, believe it or not, I'll strip you naked?" Yang Lingchen ruthlessly delivered several slaps.

At this moment, countless people fell into a daze, their mouths agape.

"This Yang Lingchen is too arrogant!"

"Yeah! This is the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty! He actually dares to openly humiliate the Princess."

"I must say, watching this is really exciting. I'm starting to feel it!"

"Keep your damn voice down, do you want to die?"

The surrounding crowd of onlookers began to chatter and discuss fervently.

The muscles on the elders' faces were tight, their brows deeply furrowed, and their gazes were like sharp knives fixed on Yang Lingchen, as if they wanted to pierce him.

"Move aside! Or I'll strip her naked!"

Yang Lingchen tightly gripped Murong Qing's throat, his sharp eyes like a keen blade coldly scanning the elders.

"Stinky brat, do you know the consequences of your actions? Even if you are an Alchemist of the Great Yan Academy, no one can protect you!"

The Grey-robed Elder looked at Yang Lingchen coldly, his tone full of warning.

"Old man, if you keep acting tough and I choke her to death, that'll be your responsibility!" A ruthless look flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes, and he applied pressure with his left hand.

"Cough, cough, cough...!"

Murong Qing's eyes bulged, and her hands struggled desperately, but no matter how she tried, it was in vain. Her originally snow-white face turned deep red, and the veins on her slender white neck popped out. At this moment, she felt like she was about to suffocate.

"Stop! Release the Princess, and we will let you leave."

The Grey-robed Elder shouted urgently; he didn't want to take the blame for the Princess's death.

"All of you, move aside. Once I'm back at the Academy, I'll naturally release her. If you dare to block me again, face the consequences!" Yang Lingchen's eyes held a chilling glint.

"Stinky brat, you can go, but let me warn you: if you dare to touch Princess Qing, even your Principal won't be able to protect you!"

The Grey-robed Elder gave a warning and then reluctantly stepped aside to open a path.

"Don't worry, killing her does me no good! Besides, I wouldn't dare kill her inside the Academy!" After saying that, Yang Lingchen took Murong Qing hostage and flew toward the Great Yan Academy.

"Big brother, what should we do?" another elder asked in a heavy voice as he watched Yang Lingchen's receding back.

"Don't worry, that kid won't dare do anything to the Princess! As long as he dares to leave the Academy, we'll make sure he dies without a grave." The Grey-robed Elder's face was so dark it looked like it could drip water.

Yang Lingchen held Murong Qing hostage as they sped through the clouds. "Give me your storage ring!"

"In your dreams!" Murong Qing said coldly, her face covered in frost.

"Still acting tough? Believe it or not, I'll do you right here in mid-air?" A hint of evil Aura flickered in Yang Lingchen's eyes, and his hand directly grabbed her sensitive area.

"Ah...! You bastard, stop it!" Murong Qing's face turned slightly red as she looked at Yang Lingchen angrily.

"Give it here!" Yang Lingchen roughly yanked the storage ring off her hand.

"You bastard, I'm not done with you." Murong Qing's eyes were filled with coldness.

"Humph!" Yang Lingchen snorted and continued flying toward the Great Yan Academy.

Before long, Yang Lingchen arrived back at the Great Yan Academy with Murong Qing.

"Plenty of weight, and the feel isn't bad either!"

After entering the Academy, Yang Lingchen released Murong Qing and flew toward the Alchemy Institute.

"Bastard, This Princess will cut you into a thousand pieces!"

Hearing the angry roar behind him, a disdainful sneer flashed across Yang Lingchen's lips.

"Yang Lingchen, do you know you've caused big trouble?" As soon as Yang Lingchen entered the Alchemy Institute, Ye Wushuang hurriedly walked toward him.

"What's wrong?" Yang Lingchen smiled, looking relaxed.

"Did you just kill Wan Zihao? And kidnap Murong Qing?" Ye Wushuang asked anxiously.

"They provoked me first; you can't blame me." Yang Lingchen shrugged indifferently.

"Grandpa is looking for you!" Ye Wushuang said crossly.

"Why is your Grandpa looking for me? Our relationship hasn't reached the point of meeting the parents yet, has it?" A wicked smile appeared on Yang Lingchen's face.

"Bastard! Who said anything about meeting the parents?" Ye Wushuang's face turned slightly red as she scolded him.

"Then I'm relieved. Lead the way!" Yang Lingchen acted as if he were scared.