Chapter 1587: Why not rob?

After hearing him speak, Dongfang Renjie showed a look of astonishment: "Are you from February Group? That's a big group from Bangbang Country."

Seeing that the other party knew his name, Park Jae-sang revealed a proud expression, "Of course, our February Group is a top-tier global conglomerate."

Dongfang Renjie chuckled mockingly: "Since you're a top-tier conglomerate, you certainly don't care about such a small amount of money. So, it's one million chinese yuan per ticket. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fitting for your status."

"What? One million chinese yuan per ticket? Why don't you just rob us?"

Park Jae-sang had originally intended to leverage his identity to receive some preferential treatment, but he never expected the price to be increased tenfold all at once. His eyes immediately blazed with anger.

Dongfang Renjie's expression instantly darkened: "Buy it or don't. If you don't buy, get lost.

Our boss said that this is China, and it's not your place, you Bangbang Country people, to act wild."

"You…"

Park Jae-sang trembled with rage. As the head of the February Group, the patriarch of the Park family, when had he ever suffered such indignity?

But the situation was stronger than him, and he had no other recourse. He could only suppress his anger and say, "Young man, you just wait."

At this moment, he had already made up his mind: once Yunxia Mountain eliminated Ye Bufan, he would be the first to destroy the Oriental Family.

But the current problem still needed to be resolved. The time for battle was approaching, and he couldn't just stand outside and watch.

At one million chinese yuan each, his forty subordinates would amount to forty million chinese yuan.

If this money were in normal times, he wouldn't have to think twice, but now he was short on funds. In the end, he could only give up on the bodyguards and pay for himself, Park Ji-sung, and Li Hai Zheng, the core members, to enter.

Watching the somewhat disheveled figures of these individuals, Dongfang Renjie's lips curled into a cold smirk, "You're still far from being able to contend with our boss!"

Seeing that even the president of the February Group had obediently paid, the others no longer wasted words. Those who wanted to watch paid, and those who didn't could only turn back.

Before long, Yang Zixiong and Di Qingsheng also arrived. Hearing that the tickets cost one hundred thousand chinese yuan each made their hearts ache.

However, they didn't want to miss the opportunity to personally witness Ye Bufan being killed. In the end, Di Qingsheng took out his private savings and bought two tickets.

After they entered, they found nearly a thousand people gathered by the lake.

Yang Zixiong and the other person chose a tall rock, and after much effort, climbed onto it, excitedly

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sitting atop it to watch.

On a flat clearing, the Three Great Families had hastily erected resting facilities overnight. Currently, Ye Bufan was leading his people to sit there, sipping fragrant tea and quietly awaiting the appointed time.

However, the people from February Group and Yunxia Mountain did not receive such treatment and could only stand far away.

When Park Jae-sang and the others rushed to the shore, Hong Sihai and the rest were standing there with displeased expressions.

Seeing this situation, he awkwardly said, "This… Ye Bufan is truly too much. He didn't even prepare any seats for Grand Elder.

Grand Elder, please wait a moment. I'll go ask them for some seats now."

"No need. Since the time has come, let's begin now!"

Hong Sihai waved his hand, then led the Four Great Elders of Yunxia Mountain into the air, heading directly above Yanbo Lake.

The five of them floated in mid-air, like divine soldiers and generals descended from the heavens, emanating an endless majesty and Aura.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers immediately erupted. Many people were witnessing flight through Qi for the first time in their lives.

"My heavens, how can these people fly? Are they legendary immortals or something?"

"You don't understand anything. These are Martial Artists. It's said that when martial Dao Cultivates to the Saint-Grade Realm and above, one can fly with Qi…"

"Doesn't that mean these people are all Saint-Grade Martial Artists? Yunxia Mountain truly lives up to its name as a hidden Sect; it actually has so many powerhouses…"

"What's a Martial Saint? Grand Elder Hong Sihai is even a Royal Realm powerhouse. We don't understand the Royal Realm, but in short, it's much more powerful than a Martial Saint…"

"So it's really like this. Thankfully, I bet on Yunxia Mountain to win, otherwise, I would have lost everything this time…"

People looked up in awe, filled with reverence for these individuals, and at the same time, they all favored Yunxia Mountain.

Under everyone's gaze, Third Elder Xu Liang stepped forward and loudly declared, "Junior Ye Bufan, you have shown disrespect to my Yunxia Mountain and injured my Yunxia Mountain disciples.

Today, my Yunxia Mountain will fight you, to determine both victory and death.

Now that noon has arrived, come up and accept your death!"

"Grand Elder, let me handle the first match."

Guan Ping, who ranked seventh among Yunxia Mountain's Ten Great Elders, sought permission from Grand Elder Hong Sihai, then leaped onto the surface of the lake.

For powerhouses of their level, a battle arena is no longer necessary; they can simply stand on the Void Realm.

"I am Guan Ping, Seventh Elder of Yunxia Mountain. Who will fight me?"

Guan Ping looked arrogantly towards Ye Bufan's side, "Today, we won't bother with a best-of-how-many series. We'll simply fight until the opponent is subdued.

As long as there's someone on your side who isn't afraid of death, feel free to come up and fight me."

The crowd on the shore erupted in another uproar. Although the opponent didn't set a legal threshold, fighting directly on the lake surface was already a huge barrier.

Unless one's Cultivation had reached the Realm of a Martial Saint, they simply weren't qualified to step forward and fight.

"Yunxia Mountain is too powerful, isn't it? Just a random Seventh Elder is a super Martial Saint. Can our Imperial Capital side even handle this?"

"It seems this Seventh Elder is still the weakest one from Yunxia Mountain. How powerful must the remaining ones be? I think this Ye Bufan fellow is in grave danger today…"

"Although the fight hasn't started yet, I've already seen the outcome. I bet one hundred million chinese yuan before, and soon I'll have one billion chinese yuan…"

The people present once again discussed animatedly, completely awed by the Aura displayed by Yunxia Mountain. Occasionally, some who had bet on Ye Bufan to win were now filled with regret.

Even Changsun Cangsong, Dongfang Jianye, and others felt a bit uncertain in their hearts, wondering what the outcome of this battle would be.

Yang Zixiong and Di Qingsheng sat on the large rock, both beaming with joy.

"Uncle, look at Ye Bufan's side; there's no movement at all. Is he completely scared? He'll probably just surrender…"

Yang Zixiong laughed loudly: "Actually, it makes no difference. Even if he goes up, he'll just be seeking death. Their side is the hidden Sect Yunxia Mountain. How could a petty nobody like him compare!"

Di Qingsheng said, "Uncle, it seems you were truly wise to bet all two billion chinese yuan. After today, we'll be billionaires…"

The two became more and more excited as they spoke, as if they had already seen Ye Bufan lose and a large sum of money flying towards them.

At this moment, everyone's gaze was focused on the Three Great Families, wanting to see who they would send out to fight.

Guan Ping, with a cold sneer, spoke again, "Ye Bufan, why aren't you coming out to accept your death? Are you afraid?"

"You, a mere good-for-nothing, are not qualified for my Elder brother to make a move."

A cold voice boomed in the air. Immediately after, a Young man with an indifferent expression stepped out, rising directly into the air to stand before Guan Ping. It was Ye Tian.