Chapter 2614: Who Do You Say I Am

"Where do you think you're going?"

Seeing the Xian Jun fleeing, Ye Chen sneered coldly and chased after them with his killing sword in hand. Once he caught up, he struck without a word, swinging his sword to slash.

Blood sprayed forth, blooming like flowers, each one more vibrant than the last. Every blossom of blood meant another quasi-emperor fell, their bodies destroyed and souls obliterated.

The escaping Xian Jun watched in horror, their faces deathly pale, convinced a god of death was pursuing them. Too many had walked straight into the gates of hell without any warning.

Another slash from Ye Chen's sword felled another Xian Jun.

"You coward, show yourself!" The Xian Zun roared, suddenly turning and slamming his palm down to cover a thousand zhang of sky, hoping to force out the hidden attacker.

Ye Chen darted like a meteor, dodging the palm strike, and thrust his sword forward.

The Xian Zun's expression changed. Though he couldn't see anyone, he sensed the devastating attack coming straight at him, laced with chilling killing intent and locked onto him.

In a flash, he tried to retreat.

But he was too slow. Unable to see Ye Chen, he couldn't defend in time and took a direct hit from the sword. He flipped through the air, crashing through several towering peaks, his chest torn open in a gruesome wound.

Amid the chaos, he finally steadied himself and dared not turn back to fight. If he could even find his opponent, maybe, but with no one in sight, what was the point?

"You can't escape." Ye Chen's words echoed as a transmission, audible only to that Xian Zun. His tone was icy and desolate, infused with a demonic power, like a king's decree that brooked no defiance.

Terror etched itself into the Xian Zun's eyes. He didn't dare look back and fled desperately. Ye Chen's words were too demonic, making his heart tremble. He couldn't stop, knowing he could be killed at any moment.

Ye Chen snorted coldly in his mind and pursued like a shooting star, chasing the Xian Zun into a dense forest. With one swift sword strike, he pierced through the Xian Zun from behind, shattering everything in its path.

"Who are you? Exactly who?" The Xian Zun lowered his gaze to the bloody hole in his chest, gushing with crimson blood, yet he saw no blade.

Ye Chen's sword was incredibly powerful, forming seals that not only pierced the Xian Zun but also bound him, restricting his powers and sealing his primordial spirit.

"The entire Tian Ting realm is hunting me. You tell me who I am."

"You're Ye Chen?"

"You guessed right." Ye Chen chuckled leisurely, his hand already delving into the Xian Zun's inner world. With a wave, he seized all the Xian Zun's treasures, taking everything without leaving a single item behind.

"Impossible!" The Xian Zun's eyes bulged in disbelief, filled with shock and horror. Only now did he realize the identity of this killing god.

"Have a safe journey." Ye Chen said indifferently, suddenly withdrawing his killing sword. He destroyed the Xian Zun's primordial spirit and obliterated his body, ending a peak quasi-emperor's life.

After finishing off that Xian Zun, Ye Chen targeted another direction and charged in, his god-level buff turning the entire Bu Zhou Shan into a moving trove of treasures. He had no intention of letting any pass.

Blood splattered once more, quickly dyeing the dark mist with a crimson hue, stirring up the evil spirits lurking in the shadows. One by one, they crawled out from the ground.

Ah!

Ah!

Piercing screams echoed relentlessly, not from a single source but rising and falling everywhere—the cries of Tian Ting's experts. No one knew how many had been slain, how many had been walking along only to have their bodies torn apart and souls scattered.

"What horrific screams."

"Bu Zhou Shan is truly a land of great calamity."

"Probably a lot of people have died."

The Tian Ting soldiers and generals outside the mountain remained on high alert, seeing no one emerge and hearing only the endless wails. Each scream made their hearts shudder, sending chills through their bodies.

"It must be quite lively inside."

Xiu Luo Tian Zun stroked his chin, his eyes narrowing slightly. Coming from the Xiu Luo realm, this was his first time seeing Bu Zhou Shan, and he was curious. If the situation weren't so dire, he might have gone in for a look.

Not just him, but Si Ming and the others also watched with gleaming eyes. So many Xian Jun and Xian Zun had entered, yet none had returned after so long—something must have gone wrong.

And that something was likely Ye Chen. Since he had walked out of Bu Zhou Shan alive and energetic, he must have some mysterious advantage.

"Kill!"

"Anyone who slays Ye Chen will be made a king on the spot!"

"We must see him alive or his corpse!"

"Attack for me!"

The Tian Ting overlord roared with increasing fervor from the edge of the jade chariot, like a mad dog, his bellows shaking the heavens as he issued command after command.

At his orders, more experts charged in, the weakest being eighth-heaven quasi-emperor, a massive dark wave surging forward in waves.

As for the soldiers and generals, they didn't dare move recklessly. Their cultivation was insufficient, and their combat power too weak to venture in for such thrills. Ye Chen's infamous reputation was even more terrifying than Bu Zhou Shan itself.

"The more the better."

Sensing the influx of more experts, Ye Chen grinned wickedly. With his god-level buff, he could kill as many as came—it was just a matter of time. Who would turn down free heads and treasures?

"He's injured. Capture him dead or alive."

From an eastern mountain peak, a voice echoed mysteriously, infused with primordial spirit power, spreading far and wide.

Ye Chen turned his head to look.

There stood an old man in purple robes on the mountaintop, overlooking the surroundings and issuing commands, but he hadn't descended himself. He was waiting to spot Ye Chen and strike first.

It was Ji Mie Xian Zun, holding an immortal sword with an air of authority. His eyes, once murky, now shone with deep clarity, flickering with cold, bone-chilling light.

"I've been looking for you for a while." Ye Chen laughed coldly and headed straight for that mountaintop. Earlier, when he was surrounded, this guy had landed a sword strike on him, and he still remembered it vividly. If not for the timely borrowed power, he might have been destroyed.

The emperors of Da Chu were all vengeful.

Ji Mie Xian Zun from Tian Ting was no ordinary Xian Zun—he was truly formidable. Back in the day, he had dared to venture alone into the demon lands to assassinate the demon lord, proving his terrifying prowess. His assassination techniques were unmatched.

Ye Chen arrived and climbed the mountaintop.

Hmm?

Ji Mie Xian Zun, who had been scanning the area, frowned and suddenly glanced back. He felt as if a pair of eyes were fixed on him, but after sweeping his gaze around, he saw no one.

Ye Chen approached with his sword, sighing in admiration.

No wonder he was Ji Mie Xian Zun—his perception was exceptional. Even with the World-Avoiding Immortal Robe concealing him completely, the Xian Zun had sensed something.

Ye Chen stopped and positioned himself for the perfect kill strike. From this angle, a single thrust could pierce straight through Ji Mie Xian Zun's skull—a guaranteed one-hit kill.

"Fellow daoist in hiding, there's no need to conceal yourself. I've already spotted you." Ji Mie Xian Zun said calmly, though he was bluffing, not entirely sure if anyone was there. He figured it couldn't hurt to try.

"Those who live by the shadows must pay the price." Ye Chen struck with his sword, using the Wind God Art as his response. No form was visible, only the sound of the sword's hum.

"Who is it?" Ji Mie Xian Zun's face changed drastically. He spun around and leaped backward, already detecting the faint killing intent in the air, cold as ice.

Awkwardly, he couldn't fly here. His leap sent him tumbling straight off the mountaintop, smashing a massive boulder to pieces.

"Who?" Once he steadied himself, Ji Mie Xian Zun roared again. As an expert in assassination, he knew how to counter it—never stay in one spot. Constant movement made it harder to be killed than a stationary target.

Ye Chen descended the mountain, clicking his tongue in surprise as he stood watching. His eyes darted left and right, following Ji Mie Xian Zun's every move.

This old guy was more impressive than expected. Even though he couldn't see Ye Chen, he had dodged the fatal strike. The one who had slain the demon lord was no fluke—he had real skill.

At Ji Mie Xian Zun's roar, the Xian Jun searching nearby gathered, looking puzzled. Ever since arriving, they'd seen him scampering around like a mouse, full of frantic energy.

"Seal off this entire area!"

Ji Mie Xian Zun ordered, certain someone was lurking in the shadows, still waiting to strike. He didn't know who, but he knew they were strong.

At his command, the Xian Jun cast spells, and copper pillars rose from the ground, forming a massive cage that enclosed a radius of ten thousand zhang.

Ye Chen ignored it, focusing solely on Ji Mie Xian Zun. As the Xian Zun darted about, Ye Chen mirrored his movements, sticking close and seeking the perfect moment for a kill strike, determined to end him in one blow.

"Come out!" Ji Mie Xian Zun snorted coldly, shouting while never stopping, refusing to linger anywhere for even a second. He knew assassins' tricks all too well—a single pause could mean death.

But there was no response from the shadows.

His shouts left the surrounding Xian Jun utterly baffled, exchanging confused glances. They saw no one—it was just him yelling alone.

"Reinforce the barrier!" Ji Mie Xian Zun commanded, also sending out divine sense transmissions to call more Xian Zun. He was convinced this place was full of anomalies.

"You're quite the talent." During the pursuit, Ye Chen gave a thumbs-up. It was no wonder he was the one who had assassinated the demon lord—trying to kill a master assassin like this was tougher than imagined, especially someone like Ji Mie Xian Zun.

Hearing the transmission, even more experts converged.

Witnessing the scene inside the barrier, they were all stunned, unsure why Ji Mie Xian Zun was darting around like a mouse.

"Those who live by the shadows must pay the price." Ye Chen suddenly spoke again, the same words, and unleashed another Wind God Art strike.

Ji Mie Xian Zun snorted and tried to flee.

But before he could move, a powerful seal locked onto him, causing his body to freeze for a split second—just long enough.

Blood spurted out, vivid and shocking. Ye Chen's sword pierced straight through Ji Mie Xian Zun's forehead.

The surrounding Xian Jun were horrified, their expressions frozen in shock, clueless as to what had happened.

It was all too fast—Ye Chen's sword pierced, sealed the primordial spirit, and looted the treasures, all in an instant.

A breeze blew, and Ji Mie Xian Zun collapsed, his deep eyes fading into darkness. In his final moment before hitting the ground, he finally saw who had been hiding in the shadows—it was Ye Chen.

In that fleeting instant between life and death, a wave of terror overwhelmed him. He hadn't been wrong; it was Zi Wei Xing Jun. This peerless assassin, who had once slain the demon lord, had fallen to a mere quasi-emperor.

Even in his unwillingness, he was powerless. Death was calling, dragging his last shred of consciousness into the icy depths of the underworld.