Chapter 397: Arrogant Ye Jinrong, the Lethal Killing Technique

Ye Jinrong, Jiang Chen had already seen him when he first arrived at the Otherworld Battlefield.

At that time he was only a Level 30 novice; he didn't expect that now he had already completed the Second Transcendence, and his leveling speed was quite impressive.

However, Ye Jinrong's aura gave Jiang Chen a feeling that something was off, as if he hadn't risen through normal means.

In Jiang Chen's perception, his aura appeared insubstantial, fluctuating like an attribute that rises and falls, extremely unstable.

Ye Jinrong sneered, "What do you mean by becoming a lackey of the Demon Worship Society? Don't phrase it so harshly; I only have a cooperative relationship with them."

Jiang Chen, with a hint of disdain, said, "You, a mere Level 40 Holy Light Knight, what right do you have to cooperate with them?"

Ye Jinrong covered his head and laughed loudly, "Holy Light Knight? I'm now a Holy Word Knight, a Mid Mythic-level Holy Word Knight."

A single character difference, and the profession is a tier apart.

Ye Jinrong's laughter grew more frantic, "Do you even know what a Holy Word Knight is? Even if I explained, you wouldn't understand. Let me show you, for example, like this!"

As he spoke, he glanced at a distant knight and, with a cold snort, uttered a single word, "Slash!"

Without any visible motion, a sharp sword light swept out and instantly struck the opponent.

Amid a scream, the knight was knocked airborne on the spot, crashed heavily to the ground, and a deep wound exposing bone appeared on his body.

Ye Jinrong laughed wildly, "Did you see? This is a Holy Word Knight—words that command the law."

A hint of pity flickered in Jiang Chen's eyes.

From Ye Jinrong's perspective, the Holy Word Knight seemed already supreme, yet such a person could never truly grasp how lofty supreme existence truly is.

Jiang Chen said, "You became a lackey of the Demon Worship Society, deliberately refusing the fruit, just to kill us all here, right?"

Ye Jinrong chuckled, "Well said."

Jiang Chen continued, "But what's the point of killing us? This place is filled with geniuses from great families; everyone has a Soul Mark, so even if killed they can revive."

Jiang Chen's words seemed to reassure everyone here.

The previously tense atmosphere suddenly eased considerably.

"Yeah, we have Soul Marks; even if we die we can revive."

"At worst we pay a price, Ye Jinrong; when we get out we will definitely kill you."

"You're finished, and the Ye Family will be finished together."

Ye Jinrong let out a long sigh, grinned, "Do you think I would give you a chance to revive?"

As he spoke, he produced a black stone.

It was the kind of stone commonly used by Abyss Demons.

Ye Jinrong, with a cruel smile, crushed the stone forcefully.

A Barrier spread out, and in the blink of an eye it enveloped the area.

The moment the Barrier formed, someone's face turned pale and shouted, "Bad, it's the Abyss Demon's Soul-Extinguishing Barrier."

One by one, faces turned deathly pale, "We're doomed, we'll die here, no way to revive."

The Soul-Extinguishing Barrier can erase the souls of the dead.

Being killed within the Soul-Extinguishing Barrier, even with a Soul Mark, makes revival impossible.

Ye Jinrong laughed even more wildly, "Afraid? Fearful? You'll all die any moment now."

He looked at Lin Cai'er, Yi Ning, Jiang Ruo, his eyes filled with malice, licked his lips, "Before I kill you, I'll have my fun to the fullest."

Jiang Ruo chuckled lightly, "Just you? Xiao Chen, kill him."

Jiang Chen's murderous intent now boiled over; a Long Sword, a Platinum Tier Long Sword, materialized in his hand.

The sword's attribute didn't matter to Jiang Chen; as long as it was sharp enough, it was fine.

Ye Jinrong is a Holy Word Knight, a Mid Mythic-level Profession, a Level 40 Holy Word Knight.

His total attributes should be around 60,000.

Jiang Chen's current attributes are 40,000, a full 20,000 less.

Moreover, Ye Jinrong's Skills are unsealed, while all of Jiang Chen's Skills have been sealed.

Even with such a gap, Jiang Chen still felt confident he could kill him.

Holding the sword, Jiang Chen stepped toward Ye Jinrong.

To others, Jiang Chen seemed mad.

Ye Jinrong also thought Jiang Chen was insane; he laughed even more wildly, "You, a mage, daring to fight me with a sword—are you scared mad?"

No one noticed that Jiang Chen was not affected by the freezing Aura at all.

"I originally planned to be the last to kill you, but now I've changed my mind! Die, Slash!"

A Holy Word Knight can cast Skills merely by uttering the holy words.

A fierce sword light slashed toward Jiang Chen; that strike would either kill him or leave him gravely wounded.

The light sword brushed his body, but Jiang Chen casually sidestepped, evading by a hair's breadth.

Ye Jinrong's face turned pale; he again spat out two sword lights, which Jiang Chen easily dodged.

"Impossible!"

Ye Jinrong couldn't believe how Jiang Chen evaded.

At this moment Jiang Chen was only five meters from Ye Jinrong.

With a slight push from his feet, his whole body shot forward like a flash, appearing before Ye Jinrong, and a sword thrust out.

Ye Jinrong roared, "Die!"

Skill: Cross Slash!

Skill: Holy Flame Aura!

The knight sword in his hand swept out a sky of sword light, while another flame‑wreathed Aura erupted beneath his feet.

In an instant, everyone felt a brief searing of flame.

The simultaneous ice-and-fire attacks struck him, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

One by one, they each took out potions and began swallowing them.

Jiang Chen ignored the sword light and ignored the Holy Fire Aura.

The tip of the sword aimed at Ye Jinrong's exposed neck outside his armor and drove down hard.

That stance was essentially a mutual destruction pose.

Ye Jinrong smiled cruelly, confident that his attack would certainly tear Jiang Chen to pieces.

As for Jiang Chen's attack, he ignored it.

A mere mage of a few hundred attributes could do what damage to him.

No matter how strong his defense is, he doesn't mind standing there while you swing at him.

The next second, his eyes widened, and he fled in panic.

Jiang Chen's sword actually pierced his defense; if he had reacted any slower, the blade would have pierced his own neck.

His Cross Slash, Jiang Chen sidestepped at the last moment, and it didn't affect his attack at all.

Jiang Chen, with murderous intent, quickly followed, his speed no slower than Ye Jinrong's.

The Long Sword thrust out again, its blade fierce, shocking Ye Jinrong.

Ye Jinrong swung his sword to block; the two swords clashed, and he realized Jiang Chen's strength was not far behind his own.

Ye Jinrong shouted in surprise, "You didn't eat the fruit?"

"No, you did eat it; why are your attributes still so strong?"

"Why can you ignore the Control of my Aura?"

"Aren't you a mage? Why, why!"

At that moment, Ye Jinrong became a frenzy of a hundred thousand whys.

Jiang Chen, having passed the Shenlong Tower trial, knows every profession like the back of his hand.

The Knight's combat methods are already deeply ingrained in him.

Even without Skill, he can still deliver a fairly strong attack.

The fruit sealed the Skill, but passive Skill effects still remain.

Over 19,000 Skeletons jointly share the damage for Jiang Chen.

Moreover, they have status immunity, ignoring any Control.

Such a Jiang Chen is not one that can be killed easily.

The Long Sword clashed repeatedly, emitting a clanging sound.

Ye Jinrong grew increasingly alarmed as he fought; Jiang Chen's sword technique was still superior to his.

"How is this possible? He's clearly a mage!"

A mage's sword technique surpassing a Knight's is simply unbelievable.

Someone noticed Jiang Chen subtly gaining the upper hand and couldn't help but show a pleased expression.

They regained hope.

One by one they shouted, "Divine General Jiang, kill him."

"Divine General Jiang, go for it, you must kill this bastard."

After dozens of exchanges in the blink of an eye, Ye Jinrong realized that although Jiang Chen is formidable, his attributes are still inferior to his own.

At the same time, Jiang Chen cannot use Skill.

He again flashed a grim smile; if the fight continued this way, the winner would surely be him.

"This time, you must die!"

He let out a Roar in his heart.

Skill: Holy Annihilation Sword Slash!

The sword light exploded, filling the sky with Sword Qi—hundreds to thousands of strands—enveloping Jiang Chen.

No way to evade!

"It's over!"

"Now he's definitely dead."

A group of people wore sorrowful, dull faces.

The hope fire that had just risen was instantly extinguished.

No one thought Jiang Chen could survive such an attack.

Although Jiang Chen was already dazzling enough, his combat technique gave them hope in that brief moment.

Divine General Jiang, living up to his fame.

Everyone present thought so.

But now they clearly realize that hope is shattered.

The sword light engulfed Jiang Chen.

Ye Jinrong again flashed a mad grin, "He's dead now, right?"

The sword light was like a Sea; a silent sword thrust out from within, and while Ye Jinrong was still laughing, it pierced his body.

The laughter abruptly stopped, and Ye Jinrong stared in disbelief at Jiang Chen bursting from the sword light.

At that moment, he seemed to see the most terrifying sight in the world.

Jiang Chen's expression was solemn, as if looking at a corpse.

That sword was insufficient to kill him, at most a serious wound.

From Jiang Chen's left hand emerged another Dagger, thrust toward Ye Jinrong's neck.

Ye Jinrong's face showed terror, his body glowed, the Knight's signature Skill, Limit Defense, was about to appear.

Boom!

The terrifying killing aura fell from the sky onto Ye Jinrong, and the Domain Godstone continuously

Heavy hallucinations appeared before Ye Jinrong's eyes, and Limit Defense was instantly disrupted.

They were completely stunned on the spot.

Jiang Chen's Dagger had already pierced his neck in an instant.

Blood spurted.

A professional is not an ordinary person; this strike still couldn't kill him.

Jiang Chen's power had just been able to break his defense.

To bring him to death, merely two strikes are not enough.