Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 847 - I was Just Messing with You

“Brat, only the strong are worthy of beauties. I’ll give you a chance to live. Break your own arms and get lost!” Ye Zimo puffed his chest out, eager to display his "upright" spirit to Shitong. Chin raised high, he gazed down at Chen Fan with an air of superiority.

He had deduced Chen Fan’s background in a split second.

And since he was only at the eighth level, Ye Zimo knew that the force behind him had to be insignificant—certainly no match for the Ye Clan.

With this sense of dominance, Ye Zimo demanded that he break his arms.

Although the Ye Clan was only a mid-tier power on Ping Shan Demonic Island, Ye Zimo felt absolute superiority over someone he viewed as a country bumpkin.

He believed that his commanding might would force Chen Fan to comply. And once he bowed out, Ye Zimo was certain Xuan Shitong would be captivated by his kingly demeanor.

Swish, swish, swish.

Numerous onlookers turned their attention to the scene, and their expressions varied.

The nearby crowd murmured among themselves, clearly enjoying the unfolding drama. Some even gloated over Chen Fan’s misfortune.

“That kid is so unlucky. Ye Zimo’s after his woman. What a pity—an exceptional beauty like that is bound to end up with him.”

“What Ye Zimo said is completely true. Only the strong are worthy of beautiful women. This kid is merely at the eighth level, even weaker than that beauty herself. Why should he have her favor? It’s ridiculous!”

“I wonder what he will do. Hehe, Ye Zimo sure is a cunning one. Judging by the kid’s demeanor, he’s definitely from some weaker demonic island. The force behind him must be insignificant too. No wonder Ye Zimo can snatch her away so boldly.”

“If I were that kid, I would immediately offer up the beauty. Not only could he avoid trouble, but he might even form a connection with the Ye Clan—two birds with one stone.”

“That may be so, but who could give up such a stunning beauty so easily?”

“You have a point. If I could spend a night with her, I’d gladly sacrifice ten years of my life.”

“Hehe, forget ten years—I’d give up twenty.”

“......”

To them, a mere eighth-level Heavenly Star cultivator had no right to be with someone as exceptional as Xuan Shitong.

Their envy, jealousy, and resentment simmered as they watched Ye Zimo try to take her away.

Their mindset had a name: a loser’s mentality.

And even if one of them felt brave enough to intervene, they lacked the strength to do so.

After all, Ye Zimo was the young patriarch of the Ye Clan. Offending them to save some passerby was asinine.

Such were demonic cultivators—strength reigned supreme. Without it, one couldn’t even claim ownership of their own life, let alone a woman.

Ye Zimo gazed down at Chen Fan like an insect, his expression exuding arrogance. His glances at Xuan Shitong carried an unspoken message, “See this? How can such a loser deserve you? Only a genius like me is a match for you.”

Xuan Shitong curled up in Chen Fan’s embrace, laughing inside. Damned guy, always keeping your distance, aren’t you? Look now—it’s not like I’m without admirers.

Chen Fan glared fiercely at Xuan Shitong, his lips curling up.

Seeing this smile on him, a bad feeling crept up in Xuan Shitong’s heart. In the next feeling, her ill premonition came true.

“Hahahaha, so it’s the Ye Clan’s Young Master Ye. Since you’ve said the word, I’ll give her to you, Young Master Ye. I implore you to be generous and spare this lowly one’s arms.”

With that, Chen Fan lightly pushed Xuan Shitong toward Ye Zimo.

Xuan Shitong’s sly smile froze, her eyes flashing with disbelief and a trace of anger. She shot a bitter look at Chen Fan, realizing he was teasing her.

It went without saying that she noticed the mischievous curl at the corner of his lips. She’d wanted to play a joke on him, but somehow, the tables had turned.

This guy is too hateful. How could he do this!

Ye Zimo, who had been waiting for Chen Fan to grovel or break his arms, blinked in surprise. Recovering quickly, he smirked with satisfaction.

“This peasant is... amusing,” he said, his ego swelling further.

Just as he had expected, the brat had caved under his kingly might and offered up his beauty to curry favor with him. A wave of satisfaction washed over him as he soaked in the envious and admiring gazes from the crowd.

“Ugh...”

“See that? This kid knows what’s good for him. He handed over his woman to win favor with Ye Zimo.”

“Exactly. Knowing he’s no match for Ye Zimo, and that his backing can’t compare to the Ye Clan, he made the smart choice. A beauty in exchange for a potential connection to the Ye Clan? It’s a small price to pay.”

“Hehe, but Ye Zimo isn’t someone who lets go of his pride easily. He wouldn’t change his mind just because this kid took the initiative to offer the beauty.”

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The crowd quickly pieced together the scene, some gloating, others pitying Chen Fan for his apparent “fate.”

Ye Zimo looked at Chen Fan, still wearing a high and mighty expression on his face, and said, “You’re pretty sensible, but I’ve already made my declaration in front of everyone. If I let you off without punishment, how would others see me? Where would my reputation go?”

He waved a hand dismissively as if bestowing a favor. “Alright, no need for any more nonsense, and don’t beg me for mercy either. Break your arms. I’ll pay you for the medical fees—consider it a reward for your understanding.”

The crowd nodded knowingly, their faces lit with expressions of grim expectation.

Chen Fan also wasn’t surprised by this outcome. He indifferently said, “Alright then, since that is the case, scram. Don’t make me say it twice.”

“Haha, as expected, even if he begs... what, what did he just say? Did you hear him clearly? He told Ye Zimo to scram?!”

Disbelief rippled through the spectators. His response defied all expectations, sharp and brazen as if he held no regard for his life—or Ye Zimo’s status. Did he not want to live anymore?

Ye Zimo’s initial smirk froze in place, replaced by an expression of pure astonishment.

For a moment, he doubted his ears.

This brat was telling him to scram!

Immediately, icy killing intent surged in his eyes. The surrounding temperature instantly fell sharply, and he said coldly, “Brat, do you know what you’re saying?”

“I told you to scram. Are you deaf or is your brain not working? I called you ‘Young Master Ye’ once, and you actually thought you were someone important?”

Wrapping his arm casually around Xuan Shitong’s waist, Chen Fan’s provocative gaze locked onto Ye Zimo. A playful smirk danced on his lips as he continued, “Did you really think I’ll offer her up to you? Couldn’t you tell I was just messing with you? Young Master Ye, my ass. You’re nothing more than a fool. Honestly, I’m amazed you’ve managed to survive this long.”

His words sliced through the tension like a knife, leaving a stunned silence in their wake.