He wanted to kill!
Never before had Ye Feng craved killing as desperately as he did at that moment.
He burned that elder's face into his memory. Even if the man were reduced to ashes, Ye Feng would recognize him instantly.
Ye Feng silently swore that if he survived today, he would grind that old bastard's bones to dust and scatter his ashes!
He only had one Displacement Swap Talisman.
After all, Ye Feng had never imagined that one day, someone would try to assassinate him on the Primordial God Clan's own territory.
Most terrifying of all, so many elders of the Ye Family-men of status, influence, and authority-had died.
Yet he knew nothing about their attacker: who they were, what they looked like, where they were...
Could it be someone from the Divine Court?
No, the Primordial God Clan and the Divine Court have always stayed out of each other's affairs, like well water never mingling with river water. They have no reason to do this.
His mind raced, but all his efforts were futile.
Left with no choice, Ye Feng spoke humbly. "May I ask which esteemed master has come to my Ye Family? Whatever hatred or grievance you bear, why not step forward, throw open the skylight, and speak plainly?"
"Even if I must die, at least let me know who you are."
Hearing Ye Feng's words, Chen Mu stood up. He did not mind granting that wish.
On second thought, letting Ye Feng die without even knowing who had killed him really would be letting him off too easily.
Taking the Barrett Heavy Sniper Rifle, he stepped into the combined technique of the Heaven-Peering Mirror and the Teleportation Gate.
Ye Feng watched Chen Mu emerge out of thin air, just like those sharp metal objects.
"..."