Dragon King, Fire Emperor!

Ye Chen's Soul Force covered a far smaller range than Bronze Sword Emperor's. He asked, "Senior, who is it?"

"It is a Spiritual Thought-form, with a mask on its face." Bronze Sword Emperor smiled bitterly. A Spiritual Thought-form alone possessed the strength of a mid-level king; its true body was most likely a high-level king. He himself could only dominate among mid-level kings and barely contend with ordinary high-level kings. He was no match for one.

Masked Man!

An image flashed through Ye Chen's mind.

"Could he be here to see whether I am dead?" The Masked Man had neither grievance nor enmity with him, yet wanted him dead. Clearly, he had specifically targeted him. Ye Chen could sense an invisible net gradually closing in around him, filled with unfathomable peril.

"Kid, you have offended quite a few people, haven't you?" Bronze Sword Emperor turned his head, his face full of gloom.

He could be certain that the Masked Man had not come for him. Since he had not come for him, then he had obviously come for Ye Chen. To think that he had offended a high-level king for no reason at all—how could he not be depressed?

"To be honest, I do not know who he is either."

How could Ye Chen have known that he had been targeted by an expert from another world? Even less did he know that Battle King had died at these people's hands, and that Empress Xuan had also suffered an assassination attempt.

"Forget it. Perhaps I should not have come in the first place."

Bronze Sword Emperor shook his head, clearing away his stray thoughts. Then he said, "I said that if you could receive three of my swords, I would not make things difficult for you. The three swords have