Zhou Yitian's Utter Shock, the Deaths of Two Great Emperors

"I'll kill this person," Chen Wen said.

"Sure."

Chen Xinghe hesitated for a moment before finally agreeing.

To him, it made no difference who killed Zhou Yitian.

The only thing that puzzled him was why Chen Wen was so insistent on doing it himself.

In his eyes, Chen Wen was not the sort of person who loved showing off.

But in the end, he did not ask any further questions.

As for Zhou Yitian, he had originally still held onto a glimmer of hope, thinking Chen Wen might want to spare his life.

But when Chen Wen said he would personally make the move, that tiny spark of hope he had just kindled was extinguished in an instant.

As Chen Wen drew closer and closer, Zhou Yitian could not help fighting for his own life. "Kid, as long as you spare me, I can swear a Heavenly Dao Oath and submit to you."

"Of course, if you still don't trust me, I can offer up my soul."

Seeing that Chen Wen remained unmoved, he immediately grew anxious. "Think about it—what would it be like to have a Great Emperor Realm subordinate?"

"Let me put it this way: as long as you don't provoke those Old Undead who never show themselves, I can let you walk sideways through this world."

"Also, I can assist your cultivation and help you break through to the Great Emperor Realm at the fastest speed possible."

By then, Chen Wen had already arrived before Zhou Yitian. He leisurely asked, "Finished?"

"I..."

Zhou Yitian was instantly choked speechless, because he could not see the slightest ripple of emotion on Chen Wen's face.

But when he thought of what he was about to face, a fierce desire to survive surged within him once more.

He could not die.