From Douluo to Defying Heaven and Becoming a God Chapter 33

No! This was far more than just innate divine strength; this was an innate monster!

At this moment, he hated the investigator who had provided the intel to his very core. How could such crucial information be so poorly researched? Just the simple phrase "innate divine strength"—wasn't that just setting him up to die?

In terms of raw power, even with all his soul power channeled to bolster himself, he could barely muster a thousand catties of force. Yet, he could feel that this freakish child's strength already exceeded that threshold. How could he possibly resist?

If he didn't possess a secondary assault-type martial soul, he would surely have died a pathetic death at the hands of this child today.

The youth ceased his futile struggling. As his soul power surged within, a sharp sword suddenly manifested in his left hand, which he thrust backward in a reverse grip.

The youth did not turn his head, yet the movement was as precise as if he had practiced it thousands of times, piercing directly into Jiang Chen's heart and sinking deep.

He no longer cared about the consequences of an accidental death; if he didn't act, he would be the one to die.

Seeing the youth stop struggling, Jiang Chen had felt a moment of hesitation, but in the next instant, a sharp, intense pain assaulted his nerves. He looked down to see a sharp sword having pierced his flesh and buried itself in his heart.

The youth floated upward, looking at the stunned Jiang Chen with a hint of ferocity on his face.

"Why?" Jiang Chen stared fixedly at the youth, asking with a voice full of hatred.

He was just a child; why did this youth want to kill him?

The youth's gaze was cold as he spat out, "Because someone wants you dead. It's a pity—such a powerful genius, cut down by my hand."

As he spoke, he retracted the sword, and it vanished into thin air. A massive amount of blood gushed from Jiang Chen's wound.

"The one who should die is you!" Jiang Chen's voice turned abruptly cold, and under the youth's horrified gaze, he transformed into a zombie.

Those pitch-black eyes were like two bottomless abysses, as if they were about to suck the youth's soul right in.

The moment the transformation was complete, the wounds on Jiang Chen's body vanished. His black fingernails, sharp and keen, stabbed directly into the youth's abdomen.

A potent zombie venom erupted within the youth's body. In an instant, the youth lost all ability to resist; while he remained conscious, his body had been completely ravaged by the toxin.

"How is this possible?!" Feeling his life force rapidly fading, the youth cried out in terror.

He had rarely felt such fear in his entire life as he did today. The child before him had repeatedly shattered his perception of reality.

He had originally thought this would be the simplest of missions, that this was just an ordinary child, but damn it—this was a god of death!

Jiang Chen said nothing, coldly dragging the youth onto the shore.

The youth's body had been eroded by the zombie venom, but Jiang Chen had protected his head, for he still needed to extract information from him.

He was only a six-year-old child who had never left Holy Soul Village; who on earth would want to kill him?

If he didn't get to the bottom of this, he would never be able to sleep in peace!

Under the youth's fearful gaze, Jiang Chen calmly put on his clothes, then turned his cold, scrutinizing eyes toward him.

The youth felt a bitter taste in his mouth. Before his death, his resentment toward the investigator reached an insurmountable peak.

Normally, every assassination was accompanied by a professional verifier hiding in the distance to observe and record the situation, but this time, because he felt the mission was too simple, the youth had refused the verifier's accompaniment.

He was going to die here, silently and without a trace.

"Who wants me dead?" Jiang Chen asked in a chilling voice.

The youth shook his head stiffly, feeling his neck begin to go numb.