340: Chapter 340 You actually killed the son-in-law?

Sima Ling could no longer keep his composure.

His handsome face turned beet red, his chest heaved violently, and he looked as if he had been slapped dozens of times.

As a live-in son-in-law, he already had little status in the Chen family. He had finally managed to bring fifteen Heaven Realm experts out to show off his power, only for all of them to be taken down in ten seconds.

Now, this devil was standing before him, asking how he should deal with him...

Sima Ling's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, unable to squeeze out a single word.

Ye Chen smiled at his state.

"Not speaking?"

"Then I'll take it as your silent consent for me to kill you."

He raised his right hand, his fingers spreading slightly.

Sima Ling's pupils constricted and his legs went weak, nearly causing him to kneel on the spot.

"I..."

He was just about to beg for mercy.

Suddenly!

A bone-chilling voice drifted out from the darkness.

"I dare you to try and touch him."

The voice wasn't loud, but it was like ice from the Nine Netherworlds, causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees.

Sima Ling's body shook as he jerked his head toward the source of the voice.

A slender figure slowly emerged from the night.

The newcomer was in his early forties, with a thin face and triangular eyes that flickered with a sinister, cold light.

He wore a jet-black robe, its hem fluttering slightly in the night wind, making him seem as if he were one with the darkness.

When Sima Ling saw the man, the fear on his face was instantly replaced by wild joy.

"Old Mo!"

"You're here! Quick! Kill him, quickly!"

His voice trembled with excitement, and his hand shook uncontrollably as he pointed at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen stood his ground, his gaze falling on the black-robed figure as he raised an eyebrow slightly.

Miao Renfeng's expression changed drastically. He instinctively moved closer to Ye Chen and whispered urgently.

"Master, that is Mo Wu, a Guest Elder of the Chen family."

"His cultivation is unfathomable. It's rumored that he stepped into the Celestial Master Realm long ago!"

"He is one of the top experts of the Chen family!"

"To think he actually followed along just for a live-in son-in-law?"

Hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, but his face remained expressionless.

Mo Wu walked slowly to Sima Ling's side and gave a slight nod.

"Rest assured, Son-in-Law."

"With me here, no one can harm you."

Sima Ling snapped back to his senses, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes as he pointed at Ye Chen's nose and roared.

"Old Mo! It's this guy!"

"He's the one who won the warring states silk manuscript fragment at the auction!"

"Not only did he refuse to return it, he repeatedly humiliated my Sima Family, and today he even killed eight Earth Realm elites of the Chen family!"

"If we don't tear him into ten thousand pieces today, where will the Chen family's face be?!"

Mo Wu's triangular eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing this.

"Kid, so you're the Ye Chen who's been making a name for himself lately?"

"The Ye Chen that old fogey Xuanyuan Huo appointed as the Chief Instructor of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion?"

His voice carried a hint of amusement and a touch of disdain.

Ye Chen stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at him calmly. "That's right. Are you here to meddle?"

"Meddle?"

Mo Wu couldn't help but chuckle.

"Son-in-law Sima is the son-in-law of my Chen family. Though he married into the family, he is still considered one of us."

"If you dare to touch him, it's no longer 'meddling.'"

He paused, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "It means you are making an enemy of the Chen family."

Ye Chen nodded, still wearing that harmless smile. "Oh, so you're going to stop me?"

Mo Wu stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the night breeze, exuding a sense of overwhelming pressure.

"And if I am?"

Those four words were light, yet filled with arrogance.

In his view, what kind of waves could a twenty-something brat make, even if he had some skill?

Celestial Master Realm?

Heh, even if he really was in the Celestial Master Realm, he'd just be a greenhorn who had barely entered the threshold.

Whereas he, Mo Wu, had been in the Celestial Master Realm for ten years. How could a wet-behind-the-ears kid compare?

Ye Chen smiled upon hearing this.

The smile was bright and harmless.

Then.

He moved.

There was no sign, no warning, not even a ripple of true qi.

Then.

He raised his right foot and kicked toward Sima Ling.

BOOM!!!

An invisible blast of energy shot out from the sole of Ye Chen's foot!

Fast as lightning!

Powerful as a thunderbolt!

Before the smile could even fade from Sima Ling's face, the energy slammed into his chest!

BANG!!!

His entire body was like a shrimp struck head-on by a charging rhino, doubling over as he was sent flying backward!

He flew seven or eight zhang away and smashed heavily into the riverside guardrail!

The next second.

The guardrail buckled and snapped!

Sima Ling's body was embedded in the twisted metal, his chest caved in with a massive crater as he coughed up blood frantically!

His eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at the night sky, filled with terror and disbelief.

Then.

His head slumped to the side, his breath completely gone.

Dead.

From the moment Ye Chen raised his foot to Sima Ling's death, less than a second had passed.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

The fifteen Heaven Realm experts groaning on the ground all stared with wide eyes, forgetting even to moan.

Standing behind Ye Chen, Miao Renfeng's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Master's temper...

Is fucking explosive!

He kills when he says he will, without even a word of warning!

Mo Wu stood frozen as if struck by lightning. His expression shifted from arrogance to shock, and from shock to utter disbelief.

He never imagined...

That this fellow Ye Chen would be so audacious as to commit murder right in front of him.

Furthermore.

This kick hadn't just killed Sima Ling; it had completely pulverized Mo Wu's pride.

He whipped his head around, staring deathly at Ye Chen, his eyes nearly spitting fire.

"You... you actually killed the Son-in-Law?!"

Ye Chen withdrew his foot and looked at Mo Wu with an innocent face.

"I said just now: his silence was silent consent for me to kill him."

"Since he consented, I naturally had to fulfill my promise."

"One must be a man of their word, after all."

Mo Wu: "???"

A man of your word?

You're fucking talking about being a man of your word while killing someone?

Veins bulged on his forehead as his entire body shook with rage.

"Ye Chen!!!"

He let out a furious roar, and a monstrous aura suddenly erupted from him!

The pressure of a Celestial Master was released without reservation, sweeping out in all directions like a physical force!

The surrounding air seemed to solidify. The fifteen Heaven Realm experts on the ground turned pale, their breathing becoming difficult.

Miao Renfeng's legs went soft, and he almost knelt on the spot.

But Ye Chen stood there as if he felt nothing at all, not even batting an eye.

He just looked at Mo Wu, still wearing that harmless smile.

"What?"

"You want to try too?"

Mo Wu froze for a moment.

Then, a monstrous fury exploded from the depths of his heart!

Try?

He had lived for over fifty years and had been in the Celestial Master Realm for ten. No one had ever dared to speak to him in such a tone!

"Arrogant!!!"

Mo Wu bellowed. He reached into his robe and whipped something out!

A cold light flashed!

It was actually a pitch-black blade. The blade was barely two feet long, yet it emitted a suffocatingly cold aura!

Faint blood-colored patterns flowed along the blade, as if it had drunk the blood of countless people!

This blade was named 'Ink Blade,' a soul-bound artifact that Mo Wu had nurtured with his own essence blood for twenty years!

Once drawn, it must see blood; once it sees blood, it must take a life!

With a flick of Mo Wu's wrist, the Ink Blade left his hand!

The short blade traced a bizarre arc in the air, trailing a long black flame as it shot toward Ye Chen!

Blade qi crisscrossed!

Blade intent surged!

Everywhere it passed, the air was torn apart, letting out a piercing shriek!

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and the bluestone tiles on the ground cracked inch by inch!

The fifteen Heaven Realm experts on the ground turned deathly pale, scrambling backward for fear of being caught in the aftermath of the strike!

Miao Renfeng's legs felt like jelly, and his whole body felt as if it were being crushed by an invisible mountain, unable to move!

Blade intent!

True blade intent!

He hadn't expected this man to have mastered blade intent!

This was no small matter!

In common terms, this was a hundred percent critical hit chance, and it carried critical damage!

Ordinary people would find it extremely difficult to comprehend!

However.

Just as the Ink Blade was less than three feet away—

Ye Chen's body shifted slightly to the side.

The Ink Blade, carrying its monstrous killing intent, whistled past the edge of his clothes and slammed into a large tree behind him!

CRACK!

The tree trunk, as thick as a bowl, snapped instantly. The upper half crashed down, kicking up a cloud of dust as it hit the ground!

Mo Wu's pupils shrank!

He dodged it?

That strike might have looked casual, but it actually integrated twenty years of his blade intent. It was as fast as lightning and as vicious as a viper!

Even a mid-stage Celestial Master Realm expert might not have dodged it so easily!

But this young man...

With just a slight tilt, he had evaded it?

Mo Wu refused to believe it!

He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and the Ink Blade looped through the air, returning to his palm!

Immediately following that!

His figure blurred like a bolt of electricity as he lunged at Ye Chen with the blade!

SWISH SWISH SWISH!!!

Blade light fell like a waterfall!

Blade shadows formed a net!

In an instant, Mo Wu unleashed seventeen strikes!

Every strike carried monstrous killing intent, and every strike sealed off all of Ye Chen's paths of retreat!

These seventeen strikes were his ultimate technique...

Seventeen Ink Rain Slashes!

Years ago, he had used this move to slay a mid-stage Celestial Master Realm enemy outside the Kunlun Ruins!

After those seventeen slashes were unleashed, that enemy hadn't even had time to scream before being hacked into pieces!

Now, all seventeen slashes were pouring toward Ye Chen!