Ke Yaluo was wrapped in a faint Pale blue veil of light. Dongfang Chen's request made him hesitate. Killing an Immortal Emperor was no simple matter. Those two might not know it, but he did. The ruler of any world could ascend to the Saint Realm whenever he wished, and his rank there would not be low. Such rulers merely clung to power and refused to leave their old worlds. If they pushed the Supreme Pure Emperor too far and he ascended, Ke Yaluo would have made himself a formidable enemy in the Saint Realm.
Si Ke Yaluo was no great figure. He might be able to summon wind and rain in the Immortal Realm, but that was only because he was a Saint, with rank on his side. In the Saint Realm, he was merely an Ordinary Mortal Saint of the Second Rank—the sort of fellow anyone could kill in an instant. He had no wish to enrage the Immortal Emperor, drive him to ascend, and spend the rest of his days being hunted across the Saint Realm.
The problem was that unless he killed the Immortal Emperor, he could not do business in this world. He had discovered that many things here were in great demand in the Saint Realm. By carrying goods from this world to the Saint Realm, he had already made a fortune: a full three hundred Superior Saint Stones! Once, such a sum would have been beyond his wildest dreams.
Kill the Immortal Emperor! Si Ke Yaluo made up his mind. Fortune is found amid danger. I have a chance. If I seize the moment and kill him with one strike before he can react, the problem is solved.
Si Ke Yaluo gave a sly smile and stroked the Pale blue film of light