Facing the doubts of the crowd, Ye Qingchen knew he was just one step away from his goal. The martial artists surrounding Feng Yuan drew their Spiritual Artifacts. Although they might not be Ye Qingchen's match in single combat, they couldn't afford to look weak with so many on their side.
Ye Qingchen walked to a spot about ten meters from Feng Yuan and stopped. Fiddling with the Flowing Cloud Sword in his hand, he sneered, "Feng Yuan, I have great respect for your father and don't want you to lose this opportunity to enter Central Celestial Academy. If you know what's good for you, hand over a spot for a Spiritual Qi Infusion to me now, and I won't kill you."
