Supreme Devouring God-Chapter 1242: Do You Understand Now?

What?!

After Wey Yixue spoke.

The White Robe Disciples, who were previously seething with anger, shouting about what they would do to Qin Chen, were utterly stunned, as if petrified.

Qin... Saint Son?

Saint Son?

These White Robe Disciples, terrified beyond words, stared at Qin Chen, not knowing when their hands, feet, and even hearts began to tremble.

Had they actually been reprimanding a Saint Son earlier?

The thought made them feel as if the entire sky was darkening; a cold sweat clung to them as their limbs turned icy.

Qin Chen, however, had no mind to fuss over these small fry.

His gaze was fixed on Wey Yixue.

"Did you know they are my friends, my Qin Chen's friends?" Qin Chen asked calmly.

Yet the calmer Qin Chen was, the more fear coursed through Wey Yixue's heart.

His face had paled completely, with not a hint of color left visible.

The name of a Saint Son weighed as heavily as ten thousand pounds.

Even though Qin Chen was a divinely descended Saint Son, he was not someone a mere White Robe Disciple could afford to anger.

At this moment, he could barely speak.

"I... I... I..."

Wey Yixue didn't know how to start, much less how to respond.

"I don't care whether you knew or not, so now I'm telling you."

"Chu Xun, Di Yuan..."

"They are all my friends, Qin Chen's friends."

"Now, do you understand?" Qin Chen remained calm.

Wey Yixue immediately nodded hurriedly.

Chu Xun and the others, however, were filled with emotion.

After all, today's Qin Chen was not like the past.

Honored as a Saint Son.

While they were merely White Robe Disciples living in the Bai Ming District.

A world apart, it could be said without exaggeration.

Yet, Qin Chen had not forgotten his original intentions, nor forgotten the times they fought and struggled together, still regarding them as friends, as brothers.

At this moment, it seemed Qin Chen's words were meant for Wey Yixue.

But in reality, Chu Xun knew.

Qin Chen's words were for everyone present, for everyone in the Heavenly Blade Saint Sect.

"So, tell me, how should this matter be settled today?" Qin Chen asked indifferently.

Wey Yixue's face turned even paler, sweating profusely.

His mind raced with any feasible compensation conditions, knowing that if he voiced something that dissatisfied Qin Chen, he'd be ruined.

"I'm willing to offer up all of my cultivation resources as compensation to Junior Brother Chu Xun and the others!"

"I only ask that Saint Son Qin shows magnanimity and spares me!"

Wey Yixue trembled as he spoke, a pained expression flitting across his eyes.

Many around were also quite shocked.

To any cultivator, cultivation resources are extremely important; as the saying goes, cutting off one's path to cultivation is akin to killing one's parents.

Wey Yixue was willing to give up all his cultivation resources, proving that he was indeed making a substantial sacrifice.

Little did he expect Qin Chen to chuckle lightly at his words.

"Do you think mere stone coins, elixirs, and spiritual medicines can make up for the blood that's been shed?"

Wey Yixue froze instantly.

Then he anxiously said, "I beseech Saint Son Qin to forgive me! Silver Robed Disciple Chen Xiang is my senior brother!"

Wey Yixue realized that his so-called compensation did not satisfy Qin Chen!

But having relinquished all his cultivation resources, what more could he do?

He could only bring up someone Qin Chen might regard with some caution!

Silver Robed Disciple Chen Xiang?

At Wey Yixue's mention, many White Robe Disciples in the Primordial Food Pavilion were stunned, traces of shock coloring their eyes.

"Chen Xiang is one of the three main Silver Robed Disciples of Silver Robe Peak!"

"I once heard of Wey Yixue having relations with Silver Robed Disciples, but never expected a connection to Chen Xiang?"

"No wonder he dares to be so blatant at White Robe Peak!"

"With Chen Xiang backing him, even Bai Robe Peak's number one, Yvvu Xuantian, would have to show him courtesy, wouldn't he?"

...

Many White Robe Disciples whispered amongst themselves, the fear in their gaze towards Wey Yixue growing more intense.

"Chen Xiang may be among the three main Silver Robed Disciples, but Qin Chen is a Saint Son! He can't be compared to a mere Silver Robed Disciple! Bringing up Chen Xiang won't do any good, right?"

"That's where you're wrong; Qin Chen is indeed a Saint Son, but he's a divinely descended Saint Son. To my judgment, his strength might even be lower than that of an average Silver Robed Disciple."

"In terms of status, no one in the Heavenly Blade Saint Sect dares to provoke Qin Chen, but ironically, his strength falls far short of his status!"

"There must be some degree of apprehension, surely?"

In truth, Wey Yixue had no choice.

If possible, he naturally wouldn't want to expose his relationship with Chen Xiang.

But at this moment, he couldn't help it; if he didn't bring up Chen Xiang, his fate would likely be grim.

"Chen Xiang?"

Qin Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Precisely!"

"I hope Saint Son Qin can spare me, on account of Senior Brother Chen!"

"I assure you, I will not retaliate in the future, and even protect Junior Brother Chu Xun and the others, providing them with the most exceptional cultivation resources at White Robe Peak!"

Wey Yixue immediately raised his stakes, showing ample sincerity.

However, Qin Chen's next words petrified Wey Yixue on the spot.

"Who does Chen Xiang think he is?"

"Does a mere Silver Robed Disciple think he can threaten me?"

Qin Chen's words were shocking.

Many White Robe Disciples were taken aback.

Such words were simply too arrogant, too brazen.

The disregard for Chen Xiang was evident, and in severe terms, this was sheer contempt!

Chu Xun and the others also changed their expressions slightly.

Offending Chen Xiang was not a good thing for Qin Chen at this moment.

Of course, Chu Xun didn't know the extent of Qin Chen's power over the past six months.

"Saint Son Qin, Senior Brother Chen possesses strength on par with the Primordial Flower Realm; though you are noble as a Saint Son, it's somewhat improper to disdain him so, isn't it?"

Wey Yixue thought Qin Chen was simply too arrogant, absolutely disregarding others.

Though he tried to suppress it, it wasn't hard to detect a trace of anger toward Qin Chen in his words.

"It seems you lot all have a problem: you love to threaten people."

"And coincidentally, I hate being threatened the most!"

"So..."

"Do you have any last words!!!" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Qin Chen lightly frowned, and as he dropped the last word, a faint chill instantly spread out.

Even the Little Strange, previously asleep on Qin Chen's shoulder, awoke.

The Primordial Food Pavilion fell silent.

Everyone's pupils contracted, looking at Qin Chen in disbelief.

Last words?

What does that mean?

"Saint Son Qin, I, Wey Yixue, am foolish; I don't understand what you mean by this?"

Wey Yixue eyed Qin Chen, speaking.

"Don't know what 'last words' mean?"

"Then let me explain it to you."

"So-called 'last words' are the final words of a dying person."

"Now, do you understand?" Qin Chen said.