The crowd behind Long Zhixiang cried out, eager to rush forward and rescue him, but Ye Chen surged past them in a flash, slashing his blade horizontally to block their path.
"Get lost!"
"Kill him together!"
A few of them were frantic, realizing the antidote to the poison in their bodies was still held by Long Zhixiang, and they roared in fury.
Ye Chen fixed his gaze on the youth who spoke first, gathering his Qi energy onto the blade, and cleaved sideways!
Splat!
The invisible blade light shot forth with terrifying speed.
The youth saw Ye Chen execute a strike from afar, feeling a strange bewilderment, but immediately sensed an intense killing aura sweeping over him. He gasped in shock, but before he could retreat, a bloody gash appeared across his neck.
Thud!
His head tumbled to the ground.
Those who had been stirring restlessly, their faces contorted with rage, froze in place, staring blankly at the head that rolled like a ball across the floor. They swallowed hard, feeling a chilling cold creep into their limbs.
"Wait until I activate Superman Mode, and not one of you will escape!" Ye Chen fixed these people with an icy stare, his implication clear: do not attempt the foolishness of a group attack.
They went instantly cold, as if doused with icy water. Ye Chen already possessed such might without even activating his Superman Mode; once that state engaged, killing them would be as easy as turning over a hand!
Everyone knew that the Superman State was followed by a period of weakness, and no enemy would willingly offer an opening for attack during that time. If Ye Chen activated his Superman Mode, the city streets would soon run with blood...
Who dared to push him?
Every single person retreated a step, not daring to advance further, the thought of a collective assault instantly purged by fear.
Ye Chen swept his gaze across them before turning back to Long Zhixiang. He saw no trace of his former imposing aura; the man was clutching his head, writhing on the ground in agony, howling incessantly.
Ye Chen was not anxious; he waited patiently.
Five minutes later, Long Zhixiang’s Superman State ended, reverting him to his base genetics. His physical strength plummeted instantly to Level 100. With Ye Chen’s Tier Two Qi energy, the attack was now capable of inflicting real damage. Countless tiny swords of Qi instantly differentiated within Long Zhixiang’s body, shooting everywhere, piercing and severing intestines, blood vessels, and bone.
"Aaaaah..." Long Zhixiang shrieked heartbreakingly, rolling on the ground in pain, crawling toward Ye Chen, begging, "Please, don't kill me, I beg you..."
Those controlled by Long Zhixiang’s poison chimed in their agreement.
"Yes! He's the Guild Master, it would be such a waste to kill him."
"There are monsters everywhere outside; we still need him to fight them!"
"Spare him."
These people pleaded in unison.
Ye Chen stared down at Long Zhixiang and let out a cold laugh, "I will complete the responsibilities you abandoned! The harm you leave behind is far greater than the good you ever brought humanity. Petty and small-minded, holding grudges over trivial matters, you increase your strength only to turn on your own people instead of killing monsters!"
Ye Chen raised his blade and pointed it diagonally at Long Zhixiang, "With all your wealth and status, you failed to kill more monsters and reclaim the continent; instead, you turned against humanity—this is Inhumanity!"
"When the monster army is at our borders, you still bully the smaller guilds, stealing their business and seizing the territories where they fight monsters—this is Injustice!"
Ye Chen stated coldly, "You are a man devoid of humanity and justice. My killing you is perfectly right and just, executing divine judgment! You deserve death!"
Long Zhixiang was struck dumb.
The surrounding crowd was momentarily stunned by Ye Chen's sharp, unwavering declaration.
Deserving death?
They had seen people killed, but never someone proclaimed their own execution with such righteous justification!
Long Zhixiang snapped out of his daze after a moment, erupting in rage, "Nonsense! You just want me dead; why find so many excuses!"
Ye Chen calmly replied, "Why do I want you dead?"
Long Zhixiang didn't hesitate, "Because I issued a warrant for your arrest!"
"Then that is correct," Ye Chen nodded. "You possess power yet refuse to fight the enemy, choosing instead to issue warrants against humans. Tell me, are you not anti-human?"
Long Zhixiang froze. He had labeled Ye Chen as anti-human and a major traitor on the warrant, only to have the accusation thrown back at him!
"If you hadn't stolen those two monster corpses, why would I have issued the warrant?"
"Did those two corpses have your name written on them? Were they your family property?"
Long Zhixiang was instantly silenced.
Ye Chen sneered, "You simply saw I was alone, saw that I took the monster corpses, and became intensely jealous! Because of your jealousy, the warrant was created! Because of your foolishness, you dispatched men to capture me, leading to the deaths of these people! Tell me, are you not guilty!"
Long Zhixiang was utterly speechless... Damn it, are you holding me responsible for the men you killed too?
The onlookers gaped at Long Zhixiang, who had been cornered into silence by Ye Chen’s questioning. They realized that while Ye Chen usually spoke little, every word he uttered was incredibly sharp!
Though it felt like a complete distortion of right and wrong, no one had the evidence to refute it!
Ye Chen carried his battle blade and walked before Long Zhixiang, looking down at him. "Since you admit your guilt, are you willing to accept punishment?"
Accept punishment?
Long Zhixiang’s lip twitched slightly. To be killed was one thing, but to be asked to voluntarily accept being killed?
"I refuse!" Long Zhixiang looked into Ye Chen’s cold eyes and knew escape was impossible. He immediately stopped begging and roared, "By killing Yun Shaojing, you destroyed the peace of the Base City! I issued a warrant for you to eliminate harm for the populace!"
He managed to shift the blame back onto Ye Chen.
The surrounding people, hearing this, found it plausible and directed their animosity back towards Ye Chen.
Ye Chen's expression remained calm as he spoke slowly, "I was right to kill him! But it was not destroying peace; it was defending peace! Yun Shaojing provoked me and attempted assassination multiple times, and I tolerated it! But his ambition was vast; he coveted the position of Commander-in-Chief for a long time. I helped the Commander-in-Chief eliminate a major threat, which is why the Commander-in-Chief did not blame me for his death!"
Long Zhixiang faltered slightly.
Yun Shaojing, wherever he was, must be furious hearing Ye Chen say those words.
The entire crowd unconsciously murmured an "Oh," suddenly understanding. No wonder Ye Chen was still free and operating as a General after killing Yun Shaojing—that was the reason.
"You spout nonsense for your own benefit, causing everyone to unite against me for execution. You truly deserve death!" In a few short sentences, Ye Chen positioned himself as humanity's great hero, while Long Zhixiang became the rebellious villain trying to strike down a hero!
Their statuses had completely flipped.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Ye Chen stared coldly at Long Zhixiang. "I can 'take care' of your friends and family for you!"
Long Zhixiang felt the disgusted gazes of the crowd piercing him, striking his most vulnerable spot. He bared his teeth at Ye Chen, his whole body trembling slightly with fury, pointing a finger at Ye Chen, he roared, "You twist right and wrong! I—I will fight you to the death!"
"Facing death, you still drag humanity down with you instead of fighting monsters. Truly unrepentant!" Ye Chen finished indifferently, his arm shaking as the blood-red battle blade swept down!
Splat!
It sliced directly through the center of Long Zhixiang’s skull! Long Zhixiang’s body locked up, then violently burst apart, intestines and bloody fluid spraying everywhere, splashing the ground.
With one strike ending Long Zhixiang, Ye Chen looked up at the entire assembly. Everyone was silent, and the looks they gave him were now devoid of mockery or contempt.
Ye Chen glanced at the numerous Superman powerhouses of the Long Teng Guild. The elders and hall masters all wore complex expressions. Looking at Long Zhixiang’s corpse, now just a pool of gore, some showed a hint of sorrow—not for Long Zhixiang himself, but because... the antidote for their poison was still in his possession!
"Looks like we have to figure something out ourselves."
"Ugh, that damned bastard, he couldn't even release the antidote before dying!"
"Dammit, he implicated us all."
These men muttered their grievances to themselves.
Ye Chen paid them no mind, hefting his battle blade and walking away into the distance. No one dared block his path. The tens of thousands of onlookers parted, clearing a path twenty feet wide along the street, watching Ye Chen's retreating figure with complex eyes—fear, calm, admiration, and worship, every shade imaginable.
This day was destined to be recorded in history!
Later texts in the Records of the Historians stated: On the 21st day of the Fifth Month in the Dark Calendar, Ye Chen, though universally wanted, stormed into the city, fighting his way in and out, unstoppable. He split Superman powerhouses with his blade and brutally executed the President of the Long Teng Guild. His splendor was peerless, shaking the ancients and dazzling the present age, earning him the title of the God of Slaughter!
God of Slaughter!
These two words would make his name known across the world!
Killing gods he meets, slaying Buddhas he encounters! Achieving divinity through the path of slaughter—this is the God of Slaughter!
...
At the High Command Temple in the Base City!
Within the soaring temple, sculpted in platinum and inlaid with jade bordering the edges, constructed with magnificent, luxurious beauty, in one of the courtyards, Murong De, clad in a simple blue robe, sat on a stone bench, calmly sipping tea. Just then, a youth rushed in from outside, foregoing the usual prostration, and whispered into Murong De’s ear.
Murong De’s hand gripping the teacup paused momentarily, his pupils contracting with a flicker of shock.
The youth finished speaking and stood quietly aside, awaiting instruction. Murong De pondered for a moment before finally sighing, setting down his teacup. He sighed again, "This person is not to be trifled with! To kill Long Zhixiang without activating Superman State means he has certainly broken through Level 100, awakened his talent, activated the Heavenly Eye, and evolved Qi Power!"
The youth nodded, glanced at Murong De, and asked, "How much confidence do you have in defeating him?"
Murong De shook his head, "Not a single percent! Although I consumed the 'Flame Dragon Fruit' last time and broke through Level 100, awakening my talent, there is still a vast gap between me and this person! In all history, literature has no absolute best, and martial arts have no second place. This person must not be provoked. It is fortunate he hasn't established a faction; otherwise, with his capabilities, guiding a faction would be terrifying—a major threat to us!"
He still couldn't gauge Ye Chen’s character. He absolutely could not give Ye Chen the chance to seize the dominant momentum. If Ye Chen were to establish the Base City, and then seek to rule the Earth, prioritizing this over fighting monsters, it would result in a catastrophe!
When hearts are hidden, mutual suspicion often complicates a simple matter.
The youth nodded, "He is alone. Although his one-on-one combat ability is strong, we don't need to worry too much."
Murong De shook his head, "The barefoot man isn't afraid of the shod. If we offend such a person, we will never know peace. Judging by his actions, he isn't a bloodthirsty fiend, as he hasn't engaged in wholesale slaughter. As long as we don't provoke him, that will suffice. Instruct everyone below that absolutely no one is to provoke this man. Remember this!"
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