The purple-robed woman he saved was named Xie Lingyao, immediately triggering Ye Xingchen’s murderous intent.
“Clang!”
The sharp sword unsheathed, suspended at her neck.
At that moment, Night Emperor’s entire being emanated extremely powerful killing intent.
Actually, he’d always harbored a doubt—Empress Lingyao died too easily. Was there something else hidden?
Now, by coincidence, he’d saved a woman whose name was similar to hers. Could it be…
“What’s the meaning of this?”
Xie Lingyao’s willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed.
She felt intense killing intent but remained calm—this mental fortitude was admirable.
The more she acted this way, the more Ye Xingchen suspected, saying coldly: “Who are you? Why are you deliberately approaching me?”
“…”
Xie Lingyao was speechless.
You clearly saved me—how did it become me deliberately approaching you?
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t speak.”
Ye Xingchen said: “Because you’re about to die.”
Had everyone noticed this guy’s words suddenly increased? That was because he kept pondering whether Empress Lingyao truly died, making him irritable and confused.
“Why kill me?” Xie Lingyao asked.
“Because…”
Ye Xingchen suddenly fell silent.
The reason to kill her was the two characters “Lingyao,” but saying it seemed too far-fetched.
In this high-martial universe system where surnames were commonly Chinese and names were Chinese characters, identical names were extremely common. Killing her for this truly violated the Eternal Sect’s principles.
Jun Changxiao often instilled in disciples the principle of “if people don’t offend me, I don’t offend them.” Ye Xingchen was naturally inevitably influenced, so in the end he withdrew the sword pressed 0.01 centimeters from her neck.
Night Emperor.
Had become indecisive.
Xie Lingyao inwardly muttered: “Are all powerful people this strange?”
She didn’t know Ye Xingchen, but having witnessed yesterday’s display, she determined he was a top expert who might help her find the treasure on the parchment scroll.
“What is Your Excellency’s esteemed name?”
“You already asked.”
“But you didn’t tell me.”
“Pei Aniu.”
“…”
Xie Lingyao’s expression became interesting.
Someone this powerful had such a down-to-earth name.
“Mister Pei shouldn’t be a martial artist from our Sky Evolution Realm, right?”
“Stop with the nonsense. Just focus on leading the way.”
Fury appeared on Ye Xingchen’s face, clearly unwilling to say another half-sentence of nonsense with this woman.
Xie Lingyao stopped, saying seriously: “I have the treasure’s secret, and the entire plane knows. This trip to search will inevitably encounter trouble, so…”
“Swish!”
Suddenly, Ye Xingchen’s right fist gathered power and struck.
Xie Lingyao’s face changed slightly.
She could see the attacking motion but her cultivation didn’t allow her to dodge.
“Boom!”
In an instant, the right fist gathered with explosive power swept past Xie Lingyao, fiercely smashing into the void. A martial artist hiding inside, about to ambush, was immediately blasted out, spurting blood as he crashed heavily to the ground, his hidden weapons scattering around.
“Sneaking around.” Ye Xingchen said coldly.
Xie Lingyao first breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the martial artist blasted into the open, her brow furrowing: “The Shadow Martial Hall people are also tempted?”
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
Just then, breaking wind sounds came from the distance, various hidden weapons flying wildly with extremely wide coverage.
Ye Xingchen grabbed Xie Lingyao’s shoulder, pulling her in front of him, then performed extremely graceful dodging amidst the hail of projectiles—the scene was just like filming a movie.
“Ding! Ding! Ding!”
“Ding! Ding! Ding!”
Hidden weapons struck nothing, embedding in rocks and trees, their surfaces blackish-red, apparently soaked in poison.
“Swish!”
Ye Xingchen gracefully steadied himself while Xie Lingyao was shaken dizzy.
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
Then, figures dressed in night clothes like ninjas flew from the distance, about a hundred, holding poison-soaked hidden weapons, eyes showing cold killing intent.
“Demoness!”
The leading black-clothed figure said darkly: “Hand over the treasure map and you can avoid death.”
Xie Lingyao said: “I found this. Why should I hand it over!”
Her tone was angry, not because of handing over the treasure map, but because she’d never done anything harmful, yet just because brilliant light appeared at her birth, why was she labeled a “demoness” by the world?
“If you don’t hand it over, you must die…”
The leading black-clothed figure hadn’t finished speaking when his gaze suddenly filled with terror, because Ye Xingchen appeared before him, a three-foot sword at his neck.
“This treasure map is mine. No one may touch it.”
“Slash!”
“Sizzle sizzle sizzle!”
The head flew, blood spurting.
“Boss!”
Seeing their leader beheaded, his subordinates were shocked.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Suddenly, dense sword light shot out, giving them no chance to react, all their throats cut in the end.
“Clang!”
Ye Xingchen sheathed his sword.
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
A hundred martial artists knelt on the ground with vacant stares, heads slowly falling.
“Tsk tsk.”
In the main battleship, Jun Changxiao watched through the light screen’s real-time footage, witnessing Ye Xingchen instantly eliminate a hundred people, sighing: “My disciple is truly decisive in killing.”
Su Xiaomo, chin in hand, said: “Hard to imagine that cold Junior Brother Ye would play hero saving the beauty.”
“I told you.”
Li Qingyang smiled: “Junior Brother Ye has a kind heart.”
Hearing everyone speak one after another, the system finally couldn’t help roaring: “The current plot belongs to Ye Xingchen—stop stealing his scenes!”
…
Sky Evolution Realm.
After Ye Xingchen dealt with the Shadow Martial Hall people, he skillfully collected their spatial rings, saying indifferently: “Let’s go.”
“Oh.”
Xie Lingyao hurried to catch up, internally very shocked.
That group of attacking Shadow Martial Hall martial artists clearly all had decent strength, yet were completely annihilated in a snap—just how strong was he?
According to the parchment scroll’s markings, the treasure was hidden in the northernmost primitive mountain range, so the two remained silent throughout, entirely focused on traveling.
During this time.
Various factions appeared one after another attempting to rob them.
Without Ye Xingchen, with Xie Lingyao’s strength she definitely couldn’t keep it, but now it was one dead per arrival—the whole process merely thrilling without real danger.
“Friend… spare my life…”
“Boom!”
Before a powerful expert sent by a certain faction could finish speaking, Ye Xingchen fiercely slammed him into the ground, his body quartered.
Domineering, cruel!
Actually, if they came to rob openly and fairly, they might survive, but deliberately hiding in shadows using dirty tricks greatly激发d Night Emperor’s killing intent.
Xie Lingyao behind him wore a worshipful expression.
Having known this man for barely a chapter, she’d already been completely conquered by his powerful strength.
“Are we there yet?”
“Uh…”
Xie Lingyao snapped back to attention, hurriedly taking out the parchment scroll and judging based on the patterns and terrain: “Going straight north, walking about a thousand miles should get us there.”
“Stop dawdling.”
Ye Xingchen said: “Hurry up.”
The two continued straight north. Strangely, they encountered no more ambushes and the atmosphere became relatively calm.
“They probably realized Mister Pei’s strength is formidable, so they don’t dare come die anymore.” Xie Lingyao thought.
The second day.
The two reached the primitive mountain range’s edge.
However, they didn’t enter because the entrance was packed with tens of thousands of martial artists from various factions.
Xie Lingyao had guessed right. After losing many companions in succession, these people recognized Ye Xingchen’s strength and naturally didn’t dare intercept anymore, but they hadn’t given up. Instead, they gathered forces and assembled in advance on the inevitable path.
Can’t handle you with ten or a hundred? A thousand or ten thousand should work, right?
We have numbers, we’re willful!
“This is troublesome!”
Seeing the various factions send so many people, Xie Lingyao’s willow-leaf brows knitted tightly.
“Crack! Crack! Crack!”
Suddenly, strange sounds came. She instinctively turned her head and saw flowing light surrounding Ye Xingchen’s entire body, gradually gathering into armor. A battle halberd emanating authority appeared before him, his whole being transforming like an unmatched war god who’d fought countless battles, eyes cold as he said: “I’m going to slaughter massively. Hurry and get out of the way.”
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