Sorry, I Don't Remember Extras' Names

Jing Hongchen's eyes nearly split with rage in the distance.

With his strength, defeating the four people before him was not impossible, but it would take time. And for a Titled Douluo, even being held back for a few brief breaths was enough for his grandson and granddaughter—the future hope of the empire—to become cold corpses.

Seeing the man in black charge straight for his weak point, Jing Hongchen flew into a fury. With a sharp wave of his hand, at least a dozen Soul Guidance Devices of Rank Seven or above rose beside him at once. Every one of them charged madly without regard for the cost, their blinding soul power illuminating the entire forest clearing as brightly as day.

"Run—!"

Jing Hongchen's furious roar and the simultaneous barrage of Soul Guidance Cannons erupted almost at the same moment. Seeing the overwhelming destructive firepower descending upon him, the black-clad pursuer's expression changed drastically. He had no choice but to forcibly halt his pursuit, retreating along with Dark Cloud Douluo and the other three. Even Titled Douluo would not dare confront a crazed Rank Nine Soul Engineer's all-out salvo head-on.

Taking advantage of that opening, Ye Chenxing and the other two had already fled far away.

Meng Hongchen ran desperately, gasping for breath. Her usually radiant face was now drained of all color, her eyes red-rimmed. She had never experienced anything like this.

They were being hunted by several experts at the Soul Douluo rank and above, and even her seemingly omnipotent grandfather had been forced into such a sorry state.

"Chenxing... Grandpa... what do we do...?"

Her voice trembled.

Xiao Hongchen clenched his teeth. He was panicking too. No matter how precocious he was, he was still only an eleven-year-old boy, and this was the first time in his life he had come so close to danger.

Only Ye Chenxing remained calm.

His spiritual power had already reached the level of a Soul Saint, and his senses were far sharper than those of the siblings. The black-clad man pursuing them had shaken off Jing Hongchen and was now racing after them along their trail. His speed far surpassed that of the three of them; being caught was only a matter of time.

"They're most likely after me."

Ye Chenxing spoke with difficulty, his words like a bucket of cold water poured over the siblings' hearts.

"What... they're after you?" Xiao Hongchen's pupils contracted.

"They aren't from the Noumenon Sect. They hid it well, but I know they're Evil Soul Masters," Ye Chenxing explained. "They won't allow someone with the Ultimate Light attribute to grow up. If we keep running together, it'll be too dangerous."

"We split up."

"No!" Meng Hongchen grabbed his sleeve. "You'll be even more dangerous alone! I'll go with you—"

"Listen to me."

Ye Chenxing took a deep breath, his tone softening somewhat.

"There are Sun Moon Empire garrisons in these mountains. I'll lure him away, and you two go find the garrison and bring reinforcements. Only then can all three of us survive."

"But!"

Suddenly, Xiao Hongchen grabbed his sister, who was about to say more.

"Brother...!"

"He's right." Xiao Hongchen's voice was dry. "If we stay, we won't be able to help. We'll only hold him back. Finding the garrison is the most efficient option."

Meng Hongchen bit her lower lip hard, and the tears in her eyes finally spilled over.

"Promise me... you have to survive!"

Ye Chenxing looked at the girl before him, her face streaked with tears, and suddenly gave a confident smile.

"Don't worry. I'm confident."

With that, he turned and accelerated, darting away in another direction.

Behind him, Meng Hongchen stood where she was, watching the white figure grow farther and farther away as tears blurred her vision. Xiao Hongchen silently took her hand and raced off in the opposite direction.

Ye Chenxing had already run alone for quite some distance.

He could feel that powerful, icy soul power rapidly closing in, like a venomous snake that had caught the scent of blood and was biting down hard on his trail. The other party's cultivation far exceeded his own; there had never been any suspense in this chase from the beginning.

He silently looked at the Command Spells on the back of his hand. Without a doubt, using one of them would allow Qian Renxue to unleash her ultimate combat power. Forget Dark Cloud Douluo and the Zhongli Brothers—even if the two ultimate powerhouses of the Holy Spirit Cult came in person, he was confident he could retreat unharmed.

And now, he faced an important choice.

Three Command Spells. On the Douluo Continent, each one could be considered one of his lives.

If he alone had encountered such a desperate situation today, he would have used one without the slightest hesitation.

But now, as he sensed the black-clad man behind him drawing ever closer, an almost insane idea blazed fiercely within his heart.

Then, Ye Chenxing stopped.

The howling wind abruptly ceased, and a black figure stepped out from the dense forest.

The man in black still wore that mask concealing his true face, revealing only a pair of gloomy eyes as he looked down at the boy before him.

"What's wrong? Not running anymore?"

Ye Chenxing sighed. There was not the slightest panic on his face, nor any trace of fear in his eyes.

"I'm tired of running." He spread his hands, his tone as casual as if he were chatting. "I'll be caught sooner or later anyway. Might as well save some energy."

"Save your strength? For your screams later? Hehehehe..."

The man in black sneered, but when he saw that Ye Chenxing remained unmoved, his gaze gradually darkened.

The boy's composure exceeded his expectations. To remain expressionless in such a desperate situation, he was either a complete idiot or had something to rely on.

Naturally, he believed it was the former.

In his eyes, Ye Chenxing was already a turtle in a jar. A Great Spirit Master in his twenties was no different from fish on a chopping block before him, a Soul Douluo. Precisely because of that, he was in no hurry to act.

Ultimate Light? Before a gap of nearly sixty levels, a chasm-like difference, it meant nothing at all.

"Still, I am rather curious." The black-clad man's voice came from behind the mask, hoarse and cold. "I chose not to pursue the more valuable biological grandson and granddaughter of the master of Illustrious Virtue Hall, yet came after an unknown nobody like you. You don't seem surprised at all?"

Ye Chenxing's face showed disdain at his words.

"I'm rather curious too." The hoarse, icy voice came from behind the mask. "Instead of hunting down the master of Illustrious Virtue Hall's direct bloodline, you came all this way to trouble an unknown nobody like me. You seem... not surprised in the slightest?"

At those words, Ye Chenxing's lips curled slightly into a cold smile dripping with mockery.

"An unknown nobody? The words 'Ultimate Light' must have long kept the entire Holy Spirit Cult awake at night. Your natural enemy is growing stronger by the day. If you people can still sleep soundly, now that would be surprising."

"Am I right, Zhongli... Sorry, I usually don't remember extras' names."

The black-clad man's aura abruptly stalled, clearly frozen in shock after Ye Chenxing exposed his identity in a single breath.

Yet Ye Chenxing paid no attention to his reaction. He dusted off his sleeve and continued unhurriedly:

"It's just..."

"The one sent to capture me wasn't Old Zhongli, nor did Long Xiaoyao come personally—dealing with me, and you couldn't even bear to send a decent Super Douluo. Isn't that treatment looking down on me a little too much?"