Chapter 1167: Chapter 1167: The True Identity of Thousand Faces

Chapter 1167

The Killing Intent!

The most intense killing intent, carrying a sense of destruction!

Unequaled killing intent instantly invaded Ye Chenfeng’s body, paralyzing all his nerves, completely blocking his consciousness.

Never expected this to be the disaster of tonight!

Previously, Ashina Sabi had asked Ye Chenfeng to fetch him water and told him something—that he had foreseen tonight’s disaster for Ye Chenfeng.

So from the beginning, Ye Chenfeng had been waiting for the disaster to arrive!

When encountering Keiko Sakakin of Heilong Road, Ye Chenfeng dealt with it almost effortlessly.

If it wasn’t for Ashina Sabi’s forewarning, Ye Chenfeng wouldn’t have detected it so easily.

After all, Keiko’s face-changing technique had already reached an unparalleled realm…

But what Ye Chenfeng didn’t expect was that it was just a feint, or rather Heilong Road was simply being used.

It was merely to numb Ye Chenfeng, the real killing intent lay with Wang Genji.

“Damn it, Shabi, you tricked me, this is clearly a cycle of killing disasters!” Ye Chenfeng was almost on the verge of tears.

At the moment Wang Genji opened his eyes, this space seemed to be sealed, leaving everyone completely immobilized.

“Whoosh!”

Wang Genji suddenly opened his mouth, from which flashed a silver blade-like beam, cold and dazzling, with killing intent churning.

It was actually a blade in his mouth!

So thin it could claim a life on the spot!

In this instant, Ye Chenfeng was in extreme torment!

This feeling was like the Grim Reaper approaching, the killing intent like a stormy sea, making it impossible to escape.

The arrival of the Grim Reaper signified the harvesting of a life!

All this time, there were only two people who could give Ye Chenfeng the feeling of death.

One was Xiao Qianshan, who crushed through the realm, driving despair to the heart.

And now, Wang Genji brought yet another kind of death feeling to Ye Chenfeng, like the Grim Reaper accidentally barged in, having a face-to-face conversation with you, sending chills down the spine.

“Boom!”

“Crack!”

In a critical moment, something called “instinct” was awakened within Ye Chenfeng.

His legs seemed to carry invincible power, thrusting directly into the ground until submerged up to the knees, and his entire stature lowered significantly.

“Whoosh!”

A searing heat swept past his cheek, bringing a sensation of being burned.

Ye Chenfeng’s cheek bore a shallow red mark, with blood slowly oozing out.

Nonetheless, it was a stroke of luck amid misfortune; if Ye Chenfeng hadn’t sunk into the ground, lowering his height, a blade to the throat might have been inevitable.

“You’re the Thousand Faces!”

Immediately, Ye Chenfeng exclaimed. His eyes filled with shock.

“Boom…”

Ye Chenfeng erupted from the ground, countless debris rained down like a dense web of fire directly suppressing.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

Wang Genji, who had already stood up, dispelled them one by one, standing on the ground, his eyes filled with desperation.

After all, it was the best opportunity to kill Ye Chenfeng just now, and he missed it.

“Tear…”

Wang Genji tore away his disguise, revealing the familiar visage of the Thousand Faces.

Ye Chenfeng looked at him and said casually, “That’s more like it. That fat pig was nauseating to look at. This is the form I’m most familiar with!”

The Thousand Faces, who usually only spoke English, surprisingly spoke in Divine Land’s language: “The Forbidden God King, to tell you the truth, this is not my true face either.”

Ye Chenfeng’s lips curled into a hint of a smile, “I knew there were more surprises in store!”

“Whoosh!”

The Thousand Faces transformed, revealing the face of a native of Divine Land.

Pale without a trace of blood, one might even call it somewhat eerie, almost like the Divine Land version of a vampire.

And that faintly wicked curvature of his lips further proved his high level of attractiveness.

“Think Tank?!”

Upon recognizing the face, Ye Chenfeng was utterly shocked.

It was indeed the Think Tank, once Jiang Qi’s right-hand man, believed dead in the Ancient Tomb.

After thinking it through, Ye Chenfeng finally pieced together the relationship.

“The Thousand Faces is the Think Tank, and the Think Tank is the Thousand Faces. You had been using Jiang Qi and the others from the start in Jiangnan, just to get to the Ancient Tomb.” Ye Chenfeng realized.

“Correct! Forbidden God King!” The Think Tank nodded.

“The Thousand Faces possessed ancient Yoga Skills, capable of a resurrection-like secret technique, that’s why you survived the collapse of the Ancient Tomb,” Ye Chenfeng analyzed.

The Think Tank nodded again, “Exactly, in that environment, only I could survive. No one else, not even you!”

“Later, you had Jiang Tian request the Thousand Faces, but in reality, you were the Thousand Faces!”

“Yes! I’ve always been someone you’re familiar with, which is why I understand everything about you,” said the Think Tank.

Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but recall that the Thousand Faces made his moves starting with Wang Lulu and the others.

Then, as if recalling something, Ye Chenfeng’s eyes reflected fear, he stammered, “Could it be you obtained the Dragon Vein from the Ancient Tomb?”

“What do you think?” The Think Tank responded.

Ye Chenfeng’s mind was buzzing, indeed quite befuddled.

“Since you obtained the Dragon Vein, why do you continue to stay in Jiangnan?” Ye Chenfeng asked, puzzled.

The Think Tank smiled, “Who said there are only two Dragon Veins?”

Shocked, Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but say, “Could there be other Dragon Veins?”

Ye Chenfeng had always believed there was only one Dragon Vein, and later, the existence of the Ancient Tomb led him to believe there were two.

But now the Think Tank’s words completely overturned him, Dragon Veins were not unique; there were others.

“Are the Dragon Veins related to the Mystery of Longevity?” Ye Chenfeng thought aloud, even breaking into a cold sweat himself.

The Think Tank chuckled mildly, “A dying man doesn’t need to know so much.”

“Oh? You want to kill me? As an assassin, you should know you’ve already missed the perfect opportunity.” Ye Chenfeng sneered.

“How would I know without trying?”

Leaving those words, the Think Tank’s figure flitted and disappeared in an instant.

Ye Chenfeng hurriedly chased after him…

Quickly, the two had reached miles away, where the Think Tank suddenly stopped.

Due to winter, the trees were bare, but surrounded by mountains, there was a certain charm.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to bury the Forbidden God King here?” The Think Tank looked at Ye Chenfeng with a smile.

Ye Chenfeng surveyed the surroundings and finally nodded in praise, “Think Tank, seems you’ve long found a burial site for yourself; indeed, it’s not a bad place.”

“Haha…”

The Think Tank chuckled without speaking.

“Boom!”

But suddenly, the Think Tank’s expression changed drastically, with terrifying power coursing through his body.

A strong gale billowed from his body, and some withered leaves were instantly swept up.