Chapter 166: The Killing Demon Lord (Part Six)

Facing the oncoming sword light, Su Chen calmly extended two fingers.
The sword light shattered inch by inch at his fingertips.
Looking at the horrified, horrified expression on Murong Ying's face,
Su Chen had merely extended one finger.
Murong Ying was as if struck by a severe blow, her body torn apart, like a tattered rag doll, her face filled with terror.
"You're not Junior Brother Xie...who are you?"
There was no resistance whatsoever; the two were simply not on the same level!
Su Chen looked at Murong Ying with interest, seemingly trying to see through her: "Who I am is none of your concern. Tell me what you know about Young Master Wusheng, and perhaps I'll consider giving you a quick death."
Upon hearing the name Young Master Wusheng, Murong Ying's pupils constricted sharply.
This solidified Su Chen's suspicions. He was right; Murong Ying was indeed a pawn planted by Xiao Sha, just like Cheng Wu, capable of stealing the Saint's opportunity. In the future, with a single call from Xiao Sha, he might indeed summon a group of powerful figures forged by the tides of the era.
"You actually know about Young Master Wusheng...aren't you afraid of Young Master Wusheng's revenge?"
Murong Ying's eyes were filled with apprehension...he knew what kind of person Young Master Wusheng was, and this person actually wanted to inquire about him!
Su Chen waved his hand, conjuring a small sword that struck Murong Ying directly. Although Murong Ying was unharmed, he appeared to be in great pain, his face contorted in agony.
He didn't have the patience to slowly wear Murong Ying down. If it weren't for Murong Ying's extraordinary bloodline and the backing of the Flowing Cloud Sword Pavilion, and the fear of attracting unnecessary trouble with a soul search, he would have already used it.
In less than a moment, Murong Ying couldn't hold on any longer and begged for mercy.
Su Chen released his grip. This wasn't some old monster; he was a resolute genius with a firm Dao heart. A little torture would surely pry his words out.
Murong Ying said, "If I tell you everything about Young Master Wusheng, you must let me go."
Su Chen frowned.
Murong Ying said, "I won't reveal your information. I'll even help you deal with Young Master Wusheng. He uses underhanded methods to control my life. Once he's dead, I'll be free."
Su Chen's brow relaxed, and he nodded, saying, "I see. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I swear, if you can reveal all the information about Young Master Wusheng, I'll let you go and we'll fight him together."
Murong Ying said in alarm, "I don't know who Young Master Wusheng is, but I know he comes from the Killing God Palace... 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 Master'!"
The Killing Ancestor... Only that ancient being from the Killing God Palace is called the Killing Ancestor. He's a legendary figure of the Killing God Palace, terrifyingly powerful, the true foundation, protecting the Killing God Palace's unbroken lineage throughout the ages.
Having such a powerful figure as the Killing Ancestor by my side... this is truly troublesome.
Su Chen's expression remained unchanged as he continued, "What other trump cards does Young Master Wusheng possess?"
Murong Ying lowered her head and said, "Young Master Wusheng has another secret... the Killing Emperor's inheritance he obtained allows him to grow stronger by killing prodigies. I personally witnessed him kill a prodigy and break through his cultivation level."
Seemingly because the secret was too shocking, and fearing Su Chen wouldn't believe her, Murong Ying added, "That prodigy was a successor of my Flowing Cloud Sword Pavilion. Young Master Wusheng killed him in front of me to break through his cultivation and to gain my favor within the Flowing Cloud Sword Pavilion. I won't lie to you."
Su Chen scoffed. However, the world is driven by self-interest, and he was used to the darkness of the cultivation world, so he didn't care. What surprised him was the inheritance of the Killing Emperor.
He knew of the Killing Emperor, but didn't know much about this mysterious figure. The Killing Emperor was extremely mysterious among all races; no one knew which race he came from, and even his path to enlightenment was not passed down.
"The Killing Emperor's inheritance is actually tempering his will with killing intent, bypassing the physical body, and taking the soul as the path. Truly worthy of a Great Emperor, his talent is astonishing!"
Theoretically, all three thousand Great Daos lead to becoming an Emperor, but in this era, most cultivate both physical and magical techniques. Great Emperors are also like this; those who achieve Emperor status through unconventional paths are few and far between, but each one is exceptionally brilliant.
Su Chen sighed inwardly, but his heart was even more set on the Emperor's inheritance. Becoming an Emperor through an unconventional path was extremely rare, and now that he had encountered such an inheritance, he would regret it for lifetimes if he didn't obtain it.
Su Chen kept his promise and didn't attack Murong Ying.
This relieved Murong Ying.
As partners, Su Chen also led Murong Ying to explore the Saint's Ruins.
The two looted treasures and finally arrived before a tall, dilapidated statue. The figure carved on the statue had a haughty expression; it was the remains of the Saint's master within the ruins.
Suppressing his excitement, Murong Ying volunteered, "The Saint's inheritance might be placed inside the statue. Perhaps it has terrifying restrictions. Let me go and scout ahead for you, sir."
Su Chen stared at Murong Ying, his scalp tingling, and his smile froze.
However, Su Chen finally nodded.
Murong Ying felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He cautiously approached the statue, and distant runes appeared in his eyes, resonating with the statue. The previously silent statue suddenly seemed to stir. Sensing the movement, Murong Ying laughed wildly, "Ancestor, I am a descendant of the Murong family! I beg you, Ancestor, to use the sacred artifact to slay the enemy!"
This was the reason he was able to enter this ruin.
Besides the Forbidden Pearl... the saint who had passed away within the ruins was none other than his ancestor, recorded in the Murong family annals!
He had endured all this for this moment!
Just as the sacred artifact was about to be activated.
Murong Ying suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He turned around and froze instantly. The external magic array had vanished without his noticing. A familiar figure stood behind him, gazing up at the towering pillar of light, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
The voice beside him was icy cold.
"It's actually a Saint King artifact. If it weren't for you, perhaps I truly wouldn't have been able to take this Saint King artifact."
Murong Ying watched the figure seem to rise infinitely higher, the light behind him gradually fading. Murong Ying's eyes remained filled with utter astonishment until his dying breath.
"When...when did you find out?"
He died without ever knowing why Su Chen had seen through his scheme and manipulated him so easily.