Chapter 162: The Killing Demon Lord (Part Two)

Su Chen outwardly appeared panicked, but inwardly remained as calm as a rock.
The bronze-clad elder had only pointed out that he was feigning death, not immediately killing him.
This meant that the elder harbored no murderous intent towards him.
Otherwise, he would have attacked the moment he realized Su Chen was faking it.
A killing saint of this level would show no mercy.
Su Chen looked at the elder wearing the bronze mask with feigned panic.
The bronze-clad elder's eyes seemed to see right through people. He chuckled cacklingly, "Such a young age, yet such a cold heart. Unmoved by the deaths of your own kind and friends."
The bronze-clad elder's sharp fingernails brushed across Su Chen's face, crimson blood dripping from his cheek. The panic on Su Chen's face gradually faded, replaced by calm, his expression cold and unreadable. He looked at the corpses as if they were strangers, utterly devoid of emotion.
A cold-hearted heart.
"Truly a promising assassin!"
The aged eyes revealed by the bronze mask gleamed with delight.
"You...would you be willing to join my Killing God Palace? My name is the Killing Saint King. If you agree, you will be my successor."
The old man's heart stirred with appreciation for talent.
Su Chen bowed: "Disciple Lu Chen greets Master. Please teach me the methods to become stronger."
A Saint King...he couldn't defeat him for now.
But remember, fortunes change...if one can't succeed, borrow another three hundred years from heaven.
Su Chen joined the Killing God Palace.
Su Chen had heard of the Killing God Palace in his previous life. It was a notorious force, but with a powerful foundation. They cultivated the Killing Path, killing gods, demons, and all living beings—the Killing Path alone struck fear into the hearts of all races.
......
Su Chen followed the Killing Saint King back to the Killing God Palace.
Su Chen learned that eighty thousand years had passed since Fang Bubai attained enlightenment.
After the Dark Turmoil,
none of the myriad races and beings in the universe ever again produced a Quasi-Emperor.
The war of the Dark Turmoil was far too devastating. The foundation of Quasi-Emperors in a great era was nearly wiped out; even Imperial Weapons were lost by the handful; and the current Great Emperor of Ten Thousand Saints, Fang Bubai, disappeared without a trace.
Those who achieved Sainthood were extremely rare. Saint Kings were already among the top powerhouses in this starry sky. Even so, the three Hall Masters of the Killing God Palace were all Saint King-level powerhouses, a veritable behemoth of a force in the starry sky.
“From now on, your name is no longer Lu Chen. From now on, you are the successor of the Killing Life lineage, named Killing Child,”
The Killing Life Saint King spoke to Su Chen.
Beside the Killing Life Saint King, a boy about the same age as Su Chen stared wide-eyed: “Master, he is Killing Child, then what am I?”
The Killing Life Saint King said: “You are a dead man now.”
The boy couldn't believe it even in death.
The Slaughtering Saint King continued, "From this day forward, you must forget everything from the past, or his fate will be your fate."
Su Chen nodded.
Truly worthy of the Slaughter God Palace's style—ruthless enough.
Su Chen replaced the Slaughter Child and began cultivating under the Slaughtering Saint King.
This cultivation lasted for five years.
That year, Su Chen was thirteen years old.
A thirteen-year-old reaching the Spirit Soul Realm broke the Slaughter God Palace's ten-thousand-year record.
In this era of declining Dharma, this was simply astonishing.
However... this was the result of Su Chen slowing down his cultivation pace.
After Su Chen broke through to the Spirit Soul Realm, his peaceful life was shattered. He was immediately demoted by the Killing Saint King to the lowest level of the Killing God Palace to take on missions and fend for himself.
Su Chen still remembered the Killing Saint King's words to him.
"No matter who you encounter, do not reveal your identity, nor expose your Primordial Spirit Divine Body, if you want to live."
Identity was unimportant to Su Chen, nor did he care.
However, he still kept the Killing Saint King's words in mind.
He felt...this was not so simple. Sending a Saint King-level expert, one of the three Palace Masters, to eliminate a small Lu family was far too wasteful.
Su Chen found it interesting.
He left the Killing Palace.
The old man in the bronze mask watched Su Chen leave, his gaze profound.
Filled with ambition.
......
Inside the Killing God Palace
Su Chen received his first mission.
Assassinate a young prodigy in the Eternal Realm.
Killing was nothing new to him; in fact, the number of lives he had taken was greater than the entire Killing God Temple combined.
Su Chen had his own methods for killing.
“Yi Jian Pavilion, Cheng Wu.”
Su Chen looked at the target in his hand. Yi Jian Pavilion had a Transcendent Realm expert at its helm, and Cheng Wu was a genius the pavilion hadn't seen in a thousand years.
But none of that mattered.
Su Chen left the mission hall, following the clues to find Cheng Wu.
One month later
Cheng Wu left Yi Jian Pavilion.
The sky was blue, the grass green, the scenery picturesque.
“Young Master, someone is blocking our path ahead.”
A maid respectfully reported to a boisterous young man.
The young man was Cheng Wu, the genius of Yi Jian Pavilion, who was on his way to attend an auction.
"Who dares to block my way?"
Anger flashed in Cheng Wu's eyes. "Why haven't you ordered the accompanying elders to kill him yet?"
The maid replied tremblingly, "Even the elders are no match for him."
Cheng Wu was somewhat surprised, but said, "A bunch of useless trash, unable to even handle such a small matter, requiring me to take matters into my own hands."
"Where is he? I want to see who dares to be so bold."
The maid suddenly fell silent.
"Young Master...he's...he's here."
As soon as she finished speaking, a thin line of blood appeared on the maid's neck, followed by her head separating from her body, and she lay lifeless on the ground.
This scene caused Cheng Wu's pupils to shrink to pinpoints.
Behind the maid stood a blood-stained figure wearing a bronze ghost mask. He wasn't tall, appearing somewhat thin, but when Cheng Wu's gaze fell upon him, a chill ran through him, chilling him to the bone.
Cheng Wu felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
"I have no grudge against you, why do you want to kill me?"
Su Chen said, "Someone offered to buy your life, that's all."
Cheng Wu: "Whoever wants to buy my life, I'm willing to pay double the price."
Su Chen refused: "A tempting idea, but I'm an assassin with principles."
Cheng Wu cautiously stared at Su Chen. This bronze-clad man gave him the feeling of... an unfathomable abyss, an extremely dangerous figure. He had stormed in without a sound; the elders outside were probably already dead.
Cheng Wu continued, "Five times isn't enough, ten times will do. You know my identity; the Yi Jian Pavilion will spare no expense to redeem my life."
Su Chen still refused: "This is my first deal; I can't afford to fail."
If he fails on his first attempt, how can he survive in this industry?
Countless sword energies erupted from the ground.
"Interesting swordsmanship,"
Su Chen commented.
Cheng Wu seemed to anticipate his next move.
Unfortunately, that was all.
Su Chen pointed, and a wisp of blood-red sword energy slashed out, annihilating all the other sword energies.
"You...you're from the Killing God Temple!"