Chapter 166: The Life-Slaughter Demon Lord (6) |
Facing the incoming sword light, Su Chen calmly extended two fingers. The sword light shattered inch by inch at his fingertips.
Watching the face before him twist with shock and terror, Su Chen merely pointed out a single finger.
Murong Ying suffered a heavy blow. His body was torn apart like a broken rag doll, his face filled with horror.
"You are not Junior Brother Xie… Who exactly are you?"
There was no resistance at all. The two of them were not on the same level.
Su Chen looked at Murong Ying with interest, as if trying to see through him completely. "Who I am is not something you need to know. Tell me everything you know about Young Master Wusheng. If you do, I might consider giving you a quick death."
Upon hearing the name Young Master Wusheng, Murong Ying's pupils shrank violently.
This confirmed Su Chen's suspicion. As expected, Murong Ying was one of Xiao Sha's chess pieces, just like Cheng Wu. He could seize the Saint's opportunity, and in the future, if Xiao Sha issued a call, he might truly gather a group of powerhouses forged by the tides of the era.
"You actually know about Young Master Wusheng… Aren't you afraid of his retaliation?"
Su Chen waved his hand. A small sword condensed in his palm and slashed directly onto Murong Ying's body. Although there was no visible injury, Murong Ying immediately showed extreme pain, his face contorted in agony.
Su Chen had no patience to waste time with him. If not for Murong Ying's extraordinary bloodline and the backing of the Flowing Cloud Sword Pavilion—fearing that soul searching might invite unnecessary trouble—he would have directly used the technique.
Before long, Murong Ying could no longer endure and begged for mercy.
Su Chen released his grip. He was not dealing with an old monster or a heavenly pride with an unshakeable Dao heart. A little torture was usually enough to loosen such a person's tongue.
Murong Ying said hoarsely, "If I tell you everything I know about Young Master Wusheng, you must let me go."
Su Chen frowned slightly.
Murong Ying continued, "I won't reveal anything about you. I will even help you deal with Young Master Wusheng. He used methods to control my life. As long as he dies, I can regain my freedom."
Su Chen's brows relaxed. He nodded and said, "I see. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I swear that as long as you reveal everything you know about Young Master Wusheng, I will spare your life and work with you to deal with him."
Murong Ying looked terrified as he spoke, "I don't know who Young Master Wusheng really is, but I know he comes from the Killing God Hall… I once saw a terrifying old man beside him. Young Master Wusheng called him the Killing Ancestor, and that old man called Young Master Wusheng 'Young Lord'!"
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Killing Ancestor… Only that ancient figure in the Killing God Hall was addressed as such. He was a legendary character of the hall, extremely terrifying, and represented its true foundation, protecting the Killing God Hall so its inheritance would never be cut off across eras.
Having such a powerful expert by his side… this would indeed be somewhat troublesome.
Su Chen's expression remained unchanged as he continued to ask, "What other trump cards does Young Master Wusheng have?"
Murong Ying lowered his head and said, "Young Master Wusheng has another secret… The Killing Emperor's inheritance allows him to grow stronger by killing geniuses. I personally witnessed him kill a genius and break through in cultivation because of it."
Fearing Su Chen might not believe such a shocking secret, Murong Ying added, "That genius was a successor of my Flowing Cloud Sword Pavilion. In order to break through and to help me gain more attention within the pavilion, Young Master Wusheng killed him right in front of me. I would not lie to you about this."
Su Chen snorted inwardly, but he was not surprised. In the cultivation world, everyone pursued profit. He had long grown accustomed to its darkness. What truly surprised him was the Killing Emperor's inheritance.
He knew of the Killing Emperor, but his understanding of this mysterious figure was shallow. The Killing Emperor remained extremely enigmatic even among the myriad races. No one knew which race he came from, and not even the details of how he had proven his Dao had ever spread.
"The Killing Emperor's inheritance actually uses killing intent to temper the will, abandoning the physical body and walking the path of the soul. Truly worthy of a Great Emperor. What astonishing talent and insight."
Among the three thousand great Daos, every path theoretically led to Emperorhood. However, in the current era, most cultivators practiced both body and law refinement, and Great Emperors were no exception. Those who proved their Dao through alternative paths were extremely rare, yet every single one of them had been astonishingly brilliant.
Su Chen sighed inwardly, but his heart grew even more fixated on the Killing Emperor's inheritance. Alternative paths to Emperorhood were so scarce. Now that he had encountered such a legacy, he would regret it for several lifetimes if he failed to obtain it.
Su Chen kept his word and did not attack Murong Ying.
This allowed Murong Ying to breathe a sigh of relief.
As a temporary partner, Su Chen even brought Murong Ying along to explore the Saint's ruins together.
The two of them swept through the treasures inside until they finally arrived before a tall, dilapidated divine statue. The figure carved on the statue had an overbearing expression. It was the remnant image of the master of these ruins.
Murong Ying suppressed his surging excitement and volunteered, "The Saint's inheritance is likely placed inside the divine statue. There may be terrifying restrictions. Allow me to go ahead and scout the path for you, sir."
Su Chen stared at him for a moment, causing Murong Ying's scalp to go numb and the smile on his face to freeze.
In the end, Su Chen still nodded.
Murong Ying felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He cautiously approached the divine statue. Distant runes appeared in his eyes and resonated with the statue. The originally silent divine statue suddenly stirred. Sensing the movement, Murong Ying laughed wildly, "Ancestor! I am a descendant of the Murong Family. Please activate the ancestral sacred weapon to slay the enemy!"
The reason he could enter these ruins was not only because of the forbidden-breaking pearl… The Saint who had sat and passed away here was precisely the ancestor recorded in his Murong Family's archives!
He had endured everything just for this moment!
The instant the sacred weapon was about to activate, Murong Ying suddenly felt a chill run down his back. When he turned around, his body instantly stiffened. The formation outside had disappeared at some point. A familiar figure stood behind him, looking up at the soaring pillar of light with deep, unfathomable eyes.
A cold voice sounded beside his ear.
"It turns out to be a Saint King weapon. Without you, I might not have been able to obtain this Saint King weapon so easily."
Murong Ying stared at that figure, which seemed to grow infinitely taller. The light behind him gradually faded. Until his dying breath, his eyes remained filled with utter disbelief.
"When… did you find out?"
Even in death, he never understood how Su Chen had seen through his scheme and played him like a puppet in the palm of his hand.