In the depths of an unknown mountain range, Yang Ye was lying on a huge smooth rock with his eyes closed. He’d fallen unconscious. A dense forest was on his left, and a lake was on his right. There was a waterfall at the end of the lake. Water was pouring down the mountain peak into the lake, causing water to spray incessantly towards the surroundings.

Qian Lankong was by Yang Ye’s side. At this moment, her gaze was on him.

As she gazed at him, Qian Lankong’s face was completely calm and emotionless, but tempestuous waves were surging through her heart. Yang Ye had killed the master of the Slayer Pavilion, an existence that she had to look up to in the past. She’d been in the Slayer Pavilion for countless years, but she’d never acted because she was very clearly aware of the strength that the master possessed.

Yet now, he was dead. He’d died at the hands of this man before her who was only a Quasi Emperor!

She’d watched the entire battle. Yang Ye’s strength was clearly weaker than the master of Slayer pavilion, but he’d won in the end.

Why?

Because Yang Ye was ruthless. He was ruthless to his enemies, but even more ruthless to himself. There was an even more important...