1695 Emperor of Saint Duke (1/2)

Everyone was shocked to see Chen Xiaobei's finger pointing towards Helian Tulong.

”What? Are you crazy? You stupid brat! You're too arrogant! How could you even think of taking Childe Helian's seat!” Yuwen Yuanqin scolded.

”Huh? Aren't you supposed to be eating shit in front of a live audience? Why are you still here?” Chen Xiaobei retorted.

”I… I… I…” Yuwen Yuanqing's face went scarlet, nearly choking to death on his own saliva.

”Yuanqin! Don't be rude!” Luo Shanhe said. ”Childe Chen, I'll ask someone to bring you a chair immediately. How about that?”

”No!” Chen Xiaobei refused.

Luo Shanhe's brows furrowed. ”How about I give you my seat? I'll go sit elsewhere!”

Everyone in the room was bewildered.

Luo Shanhe was the eighth Wangye, the one with the highest authority among all the other Wangyes, most trusted by the emperor of Saint Duke – second only to the emperor.

Luo Shanhe giving up his seat to Chen Xiaobei could already be considered very special treatment that not everyone could enjoy. This was evident in Luo Shanhe's approval and acknowledgment of Chen Xiaobei.

”My god… Who the hell is this kid… that Eighth Wangye regards him with such importance…? I'm dead meat…” Liu Zhijian who had been standing at the door began to panic.

Earlier today, he had exploited his position as Luo Shanhe's subordinate to bully and intimidate Chen Xiaobei.

Now that that the truth was before his very own eyes, that Chen Xiaobei had actually brought a Two-star Earth-God material to the contest, it could only mean that Chen Xiaobei was a man with a huge amount of resources.

Even if Luo Shanhe offered his seat to Chen Xiaobei. He and Liu Zhijian were dead for sure.

”Guards! Please bring me a chair! I am giving Childe Chen my seat!” Luo Shanhe ordered.

”I already said that I want to sit there!” Chen Xiaobei's finger was still directed at Helian Tulong's chair.

How could this greenhorn, naive brat not give face to Luo Shanhe?!

”Hey, Chen! You better behave yourself!” Helian Tulong's tone was icy. ”In terms of seniority, in terms family background, faction, and cultivation… in every aspect, I, Helian Tulong can crush you to death! Who are you to want to take my seat?”

Chen Xiaobei shrugged. ”If we can determine position with just words, then everyone should just take back their Earth-God materials, and just brag. Let's see who can brag better?”

”I never brag! I can crush you completely! That's not something you can't argue about!” Helian Tulong shouted.

”Perhaps so.” Chen Xiaobei shrugged. ”But the Two-star Earth-God material is worth ten times more than yours! Can you deny that I surpass you at that?”

”I…” Helian Tulong frowned.

Chen Xiaobei continued, ”I believe that on the surface, it looks like we're comparing participants's resources! But more importantly, genuineness and sincerity! Loving someone, wanting to marry someone is not based on what you have but what you are willing to give her! You come from a background of the top-tier faction in Apocalypse Starfield. Perhaps you really can defeat me!! But I am willing to take out the best things to gift to Princess Puti! I surpass you in both sincerity and genuineness, Helian Tulong!”

Helian Tulong snorted, ”Hypocrite! Princess Puti has not even shown her real face, yet you are expressing sincerity based on a picture? You're more like a stupid liar!”

Both Ao Liancheng and Ling Qingfeng looked doubtful.

The Chen Xiaobei they came to know was in no way as hypocritical as Helian Tulong made it sound!