Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 302
Chapter 302: CHEN YE
Chen Ye remained unmoved by King’s words.
The anger lingered on his face, etched deeply like shadows in a storm, as the thought of losing Dragon Forge continued to gnaw at him relentlessly.
His blindfold seemed to pulse faintly, mirroring the turmoil brewing within.
“Are you even hearing what I’m saying?” King asked, his voice steady as he decided to take his seat.
He moved with deliberate calm, pulling out a chair from the nearby table, its legs scraping softly against the polished stone floor.
“I don’t remember asking you to take a seat,” Chen Ye frowned, his tone sharpening like a blade being drawn.
He leaned forward slightly, the pressure from his blindfold intensifying, sending subtle waves of unease rippling through the air around them.
“Neither did you ask me to protect your brother. But I did anyway,” King replied, matching Chen Ye’s cold tone and unyielding vibe.
He settled into the chair with casual defiance, crossing his legs as if the tension in the room meant nothing to him.
“You seem to be misunderstanding something. I’m from the demonic cult. I’m not from the orthodox cult and don’t care one bit if my brother lives. Far from it, I won’t mind killing you right now if you annoy me any further,” Chen Ye said as coldly as he could, his words slicing through the air like icy winds.
Wo said nothing in response. He continued to take a slow sip from his tea, the steam rising in gentle wisps, as if his brother’s blatant disregard for his life was merely a passing breeze, unworthy of acknowledgment.
“Very well then. Allow me to take my leave. I hope you sort out your problem yourself, because in the end, you just got tangled in this mess with your brother you care so little about,” King replied back, his voice laced with subtle mockery.
He rose to his feet smoothly, straightening his cloak with a flick of his wrist, ready to depart the tense gathering.
“I’m not worried over any enemy. If you don’t know my strength, then you should know that I conquered the overlord of this galaxy and placed him under my feet. This galaxy is under my feet. I’m far from scared over the enemies of some backward universe. So let them come,” Chen Ye declared, his words booming with unshakeable confidence.
King’s lips curved into a wild smile at the bold statement. He paused mid-step, turning slightly to face Chen Ye, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Confident words. But if I may ask, are you strong enough to make an entire nebula disappear? Say what you may about this universe, but I doubt you are strong enough to do that,” King muttered, his tone dripping with subtle challenge.
He began walking away slowly, his footsteps echoing softly on the stone floor, each one deliberate and unhurried.
Chen Wo watched him leave gradually, his expression remaining neutral.
He said nothing, silently acknowledging his limited authority while staying by his brother’s side, the tea in his cup cooling untouched in his hand.
Chen Ye also watched King depart at a measured pace. The room grew quieter with each step, the pressure from his blindfold easing slightly as the intruder faded from view.
“Wait!” He called out to King suddenly, his voice sharp and commanding. He tightened his clutch over his cup, the porcelain creaking under the intensity of his grip until it shattered into fine shards, scattering across the table like fallen stars.
King stopped in his tracks, a faint smirk hidden beneath his composed exterior.
He changed the direction of his steps smoothly, returning until he was once again sitting before the Chen brothers, reclaiming his seat with casual ease.
“What do you know about these friends?” Chen Ye asked, his tone now laced with reluctant curiosity.
He brushed the shattered cup fragments asiden as he leaned forwardm
“That your current strength won’t be enough. You need the strength of everyone you can call on if you wish to defeat them,” King answered directly, his eyes meeting the blindfold without flinching.
“So we can’t battle them? I’m the strongest within this universe. The rest of our siblings couldn’t bypass the universe’s will and enter this universe as a result of their strength,” Chen Ye divulged, his voice revealing a hint of frustration. He shifted in his seat, the cultivator robe rustling softly against the ornate chair.
“I see. Then what about numbers? That’s the most important. They are not necessarily strong, but their numbers are what’s truly frightening about them,” King said, muddying the waters further with his words.
He leaned back slightly, observing the brothers’ reactions.
“Just numbers? I almost thought they were invincible from how you have been picturing them,” Chen Ye muttered, his suspicion growing like a shadow.
He eyed King warily, believing him to be exaggerating the threat to inflate his own importance in their eyes.
“I didn’t say anything about them being dangerous as a result of just their numbers. They are dangerous because of their immortality. Immortality combined with numbers is a lot to handle no matter how strong you are,” King answered, his voice steady and unwavering. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, emphasizing his point in the quiet room.
“No one can claim to be an immortal before me,” Chen Ye blasted, his words exploding with fierce conviction.
His blindfold gave off a dangerous aura, as if echoing his declaration, the pressure leaking out in stronger waves that made the air tremble faintly.
“You might be invincible against immortals, but I doubt you can get rid of them all by yourself,” King countered calmly, his gaze unflinching amid the rising tension.
“I can. All I need is Dragon Forge that my dear brother lost, and all this will be behind us. Combined with my dragon eyes, no one can stop me,” Chen Ye boasted, his voice swelling with pride. He straightened in his seat, the blindfold seeming to glow subtly with inner power.