211: Chapter 210: Mu Chen’s Killing Intent (Part 5) 211: Chapter 210: Mu Chen’s Killing Intent (Part 5) After getting the phone number, he immediately made the call.
“Hello, who is this?” On the other end of the phone, a hoarse voice spoke indifferently.
“Mu Chen, are you the Killing God from Dragon Slayer who’s a living legend?” the voice exclaimed in shock.
“Yes, I’ll cut to the chase.
How many of you are in Tianhai City?”
“We came ahead of time because we were supposed to pick you up and take you to the base tomorrow, so there are four of us in total.”
“Good, then immediately take people to the South Shore and West Shore separately.
Divine Sect has shown up,” Mu Chen said indifferently.
“Divine Sect, is that the evil force?”
“Yeah, enough chit-chat, time is of the essence.
I’m heading to East Shore.” After saying that, Mu Chen hung up the phone and immediately drove away.
What Mu Chen wanted was very simple.
Although it was uncertain if the other three docks might be involved, Mu Chen still sent people just in case.
It didn’t take long for Mu Chen to drive straight to the location on the East Shore.
However, as soon as he got there, his expression changed, but nothing out of the ordinary was spotted.
Aside from a few ships, there was nothing unusual.
“Did I see it wrong?” Mu Chen wondered, starting to second-guess himself.
“Let’s just wait!” Mu Chen frowned and took out a cigarette, lighting it up.
After seven or eight minutes, Mu Chen’s expression suddenly shifted, his gaze locking onto two large trucks driving at high speeds towards the inside of the docks.
And with the appearance of these trucks, a massive ship started to move.
“Divine Sect, your actions are indeed fast and frightening.
But you’re out of luck running into me,” Mu Chen remarked.
After speaking, Mu Chen moved at high speed and arrived at the docks swiftly.
As soon as he entered, he appeared before the two trucks, blocking their path.
“Kid, looking to die?
Get lost immediately,” yelled a man driving one of the trucks, dressed in a black robe and exuding a chilly aura.
There were quite a few people on the docks, including patrolling police officers.
Mu Chen’s sudden action instantaneously drew everyone’s attention.
“Your operation is fast, very fast.
You’ve counted on the police not being quick to respond, but unfortunately, you’ve met me,” Mu Chen said coolly.
“A Grandmaster’s aura, no, a Transcendant aura – interesting.
Are you the losers from Soul Slash?
But that’s not right!
In recent years, Soul Slash has lacked the one called the Killing God.
You’ve been as pathetic as dogs, so how could you possibly see through our operation so quickly?”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m the Killing God of Dragon Slayer who vanished six years ago,” Mu Chen stated indifferently.
The man who has been lavishly praised, the Legend of Soul Slash.
I’ve been curious to see who you actually are,” said a woman from the other truck, emerging in a Cheongsam dress and wearing a mask, speaking the language of Yun Country.
She was from Yun Country.
“Cold, sinful, deadly, merciless, and so on – your auras are very unpleasant to me,” Mu Chen uttered indifferently.
How did you find us?” asked the woman in the Cheongsam.
Those familiar with them would naturally be aware,” Mu Chen responded.
“Indeed, that makes sense.
We had a moment when we sensed the aura of death too—it must’ve been you guys,” the woman in the Cheongsam said lightly.
“Well then, sorry, but both of you are going to die.”
Hei Qi, should I crush him, or will you?” the woman in Cheongsam asked.
What difference does it make if he’s the Killing God?
He’s no match for us,” the one called Hei Qi replied, his face changing as his intent to kill soared.
“Before that, are the children in your trucks the ones you kidnapped?
Also, are there only the two of you?” asked Mu Chen.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but six of us came, splitting into two groups.”
“Where’s the other group?”
“You’re a dead man anyway, so telling you won’t matter.
They’re at North Shore.”
“As expected, I knew it,” Mu Chen’s face turned grim as he spoke.
He had been a bit negligent.
But Mu Chen’s expression became even more unsightly.
He had sent Long Ying to North Shore, and apparently, they might not be a match, so he had to finish things quickly here.
“Kid, don’t give me that look.
By the time you get there, it’ll be too late,” Hei Qi said disdainfully.
“Six of you, with two here, there should be two on North Shore.
What about the remaining two?”
“They’ve obviously taken a special route.
They have the most people with them.
And our Divine Sect is destined to stand at the Peak, to unify the world,” Hei Qi laughed loudly.
“People cold and merciless like you deserve no stay,” Mu Chen roared as an extraordinary aura suddenly erupted, locking onto the two.
“Conceited brat, don’t you underestimate us,” both of them radiated an aura as well, locking onto Mu Chen—both giving off an Extraordinary Aura, both in the Middle Stage of that realm.
“Your killing intent is bloodthirsty, for the sake of slaughter alone.
My killing intent, though, is the aura of an Overlord, one that sweeps across everything.
Today, I’ll let you see what it means to be strong.”
“Insufferably arrogant, asking for death,” the two roared and went mad with their attacks, charging towards Mu Chen.
They moved rapidly, with unpredictable steps, eerily ghost-like.
Then, the woman in the Cheongsam produced a fan, while Hei Qi wielded an axe, and, in an instant, they coordinated their moves to attack from front to back.
“Interesting, professional-grade Assassins, considered to be S-class.
You exceed your own realm by a lot with that burst of power, but unfortunately, you’re still too weak,” Mu Chen commented as he vanished in the blink of an eye, their joint attack failing to hit the mark.
“Such incredible speed,” the two said, their faces shifting with change, but their years of training allowed them to capture some of Mu Chen’s movements, though it didn’t instill great fear.
After dodging so quickly, Mu Chen produced a Short Knife in his hand.
Even though he was much stronger than the two, he did not take them lightly given their cruel training, readying his Twenty-Four Separation Knife technique.
“It’s the Twenty-Four Separation Knife.” Feeling the changes of the Short Knife, their pupils contracted in shock.
“You recognize the Twenty-Four Separation Knife, it seems Divine Sect has indeed been active over the years and not truly idle!” Mu Chen noted.
“Are you from Hell?” the two said, their faces changing and their bodies trembling in fear.
“What, are you afraid of us from Hell?”
“You from Hell are even more bloodthirsty and brutal than us; who wouldn’t be afraid of you?” The two people’s faces changed as they spoke.
“If you know I’m from Hell, then kneel and beg for mercy, and I might let you die a little easier.”
“Even if you are from Hell, we aren’t afraid of you.” The two were fearful but not truly terrified.
“You won’t shed tears until you see the coffin.
I’ll show you how the word ‘death’ is written,” Mu Chen said as he moved with an uncanny step pattern, striking with his knife, unpredictably.