752: Chapter 752 Kunlun Ruins Key Fragment Map!

The golden hand of Mental Power slammed shut, clutching the mass of greyish-white soul in its palm.

Then, with a sharp "Pop!!!" sound, it was as if an egg had been crushed.

The greyish-white soul exploded in Ye Chen's palm, turning into countless tiny specks of light that scattered in all directions.

Those specks of light struggled in the air for a few moments before gradually dimming, eventually disappearing completely.

Nothing remained.

It was clean, as if it had never existed at all.

The hall was deathly silent.

The Black-robed man stood where he was, his eyes wide open.

The lover he had waited three years for, the soul he had painstakingly preserved for three years, was just like that... completely gone.

"No..."

"No!!!"

His voice was shrill and piercing. His body began to tremble violently, and the blood-red color in his eyes surged crazily as his pupils twisted into spirals, resembling two bottomless blood-red vortexes.

A tyrannical aura erupted from within his body, more than twice as strong as before.

That was despair.

That was anger.

That was the madness born from burning his own life after being pushed to the brink.

"Ye Chen!!!"

"I want you to die! I want you to die without a burial place!!!"

He lunged at Ye Chen.

His fists were clenched tightly, wrapped in a layer of dark red blood-light—the power he had unleashed by burning his essence blood.

Every punch carried an earth-shattering momentum, and wherever the fist wind passed, the air was torn apart.

Ye Chen looked at the figure lunging at him and shook his head.

"Why bother?"

He did not even move his feet.

His left hand was still in his pocket, while his right hand was raised casually, catching the Black-robed man's first punch with ease.

"Bang!!!"

Fist met palm, and a shockwave exploded.

Ye Chen stood where he was, not moving an inch.

The Black-robed man's fist was firmly gripped in his palm, unable to move.

The Black-robed man gritted his teeth and swung his left fist over.

Ye Chen still did not dodge; he simply swiped with his right hand, batting the left fist back.

"Is this all you've got?"

Ye Chen looked at him with disappointment in his eyes. "I thought burning your life would bring some surprises."

The Black-robed man's face turned liver-colored. He abruptly pulled back his hands, retreated two steps, and then charged forward again.

This time, he didn't use his fists; instead, he threw his entire body at Ye Chen like a mad bull.

Ye Chen sighed.

He lifted his right foot and kicked the Black-robed man in the chest.

"Bang!!!"

The Black-robed man's body bent into the shape of a shrimp, and he flew backward, slamming heavily into the hall's wall.

The wall caved in, cracks spreading in all directions, and the Black-robed man was embedded in the wall, spitting blood.

But as if he couldn't feel pain, he struggled to crawl out of the wall and charged at Ye Chen again.

One punch.

Two punches.

Three punches.

Every punch was easily blocked by Ye Chen.

Then he was kicked away.

He would crawl up again.

Charge again.

And be kicked away again.

It was a repetitive cycle.

Qian Duofu crouched in the corner, watching this scene, completely dumbfounded: "Is... is this guy an unkillable cockroach?"

Night Owl stood to the side, protecting Jessica, and frowned as she watched the Black-robed man crawl up time and time again.

She could feel that this Black-robed man was no longer fighting.

He was committing suicide.

Venting his despair and anger in the most tragic way.

Every time he was kicked away, his aura weakened by a fraction.

Every time he crawled up, his face grew a shade paler.

His essence blood was burning, his life force was ebbing away; he couldn't last much longer.

But he didn't care.

He only wanted to hit Ye Chen.

Even if he could only touch Ye Chen once, he was willing to trade his life for it.

Ye Chen obviously saw this too.

Watching the figure charging at him once more, he simply slapped the Black-robed man across the face.

"Slap!!!"

The Black-robed man's head snapped to the side, and a few teeth flew out of his mouth mixed with blood.

Then, his entire body spun in the air like a top twice before crashing heavily to the ground and sliding several meters away.

He lay on the ground, half his face swollen high, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. The madness in his eyes had been mostly dissipated by that slap, leaving only confusion and dullness.

Ye Chen looked at him, shook his hand, and spoke calmly.

"Alright, stop playing crazy."

"You controlled my people and tried to seize my body; you won't leave this place today."

"Since you love him so much, go down and reunite with him."

The Black-robed man lay on the ground, his whole body trembling violently.

He slowly raised his head, and tears welled up in the eye that wasn't swollen shut.

"Reunite..."

"Yes, it's time for me to accompany him."

He struggled to climb up from the ground and continued to charge at Ye Chen.

No techniques.

No structure.

Ye Chen was expressionless. He raised his right hand, pressed his index and middle fingers together, and a golden beam of True Qi shot from his fingertips, piercing through the Black-robed man's chest like a sharp sword.

The Black-robed man's steps came to a sudden halt.

He looked down at the smoking blood hole in his chest; there was no pain on his face, but rather a sense of relief.

The next second, his body fell straight backward.

The Black-robed man lay on the ground, his eyes still open, but he no longer had any signs of life.

However, something rolled out from his embrace.

Ye Chen looked closely and discovered it was a palm-sized wooden box.

Ye Chen bent down to pick up the wooden box and opened it directly.

Inside lay a yellowed fragment.

The fragment was of an unknown material, appearing neither like silk nor like leather.

The fragment was cut into an irregular quadrilateral with obvious tearing marks along the edges; it was clearly one-quarter of a complete object.

Ye Chen took the fragment out of the box and unfolded it.

The fragment was covered in dense lines, tracing the paths of mountains and rivers; it was a section of a map.

In the very center of the fragment, a few words were written in seal script: [Kunlun Ruins Key]!

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

Good heavens!

Could this be a treasure map revealing the location of one of the bronze keys?

Ye Chen took a deep breath.

If it was... then this trip hadn't been in vain.

After all, he already possessed eight keys, with only the last one having no leads.

And now, the appearance of this thing was nothing less than a timely gift in a moment of need!

Ye Chen put the map fragment away, stuffed it into his pocket, and then turned to walk toward Jessica.

Night Owl was supporting Jessica, who was sitting against the wall.

Ye Chen crouched down, reached out to place his hand on Jessica's wrist, and probed her body with his divine sense to examine her carefully.

Her internal organs had suffered varying degrees of damage, and several meridians were ruptured, but fortunately, none of it was fatal.

The most troublesome part was her sea of consciousness; it had been eroded by the Black-robed man's Mental Power for too long, leaving behind some hidden injuries. If not treated in time, her future cultivation would be greatly affected.

But for Ye Chen, those hidden injuries were not a major problem.

"Are you alright?" Ye Chen let go of her hand and asked.

Jessica struggled to stand up to salute: "Mr. Ye, I..."

"Alright, alright." Ye Chen pressed down on her shoulder and pushed her back down. "You rest for now; leave the rest to Night Owl."

Jessica was stunned for a moment and instinctively looked at Night Owl.

Night Owl was also stunned, looking at Ye Chen with a bewildered face: "I don't need to go back?"

Ye Chen stood up and nodded as if it were a matter of course.

"You stay here for now and help your master handle the affairs of Black Prison."

"Black Prison is currently a mess, and Jessica can't clean it up alone. You stay here and help her."

Night Owl nodded.

She truly couldn't set her mind at ease regarding her master, nor could she let go of Black Prison.

This was the place she had stayed for many years. Now that they had all been controlled by Mental Power—although the control had been lifted—both their bodies and spirits had suffered varying degrees of damage and needed time to recover.

With her here, her master could have it much easier.

"Then... what about you?" Night Owl looked at Ye Chen.

"Yueyue and I will go back from Eagle Country." Ye Chen shrugged.

It was closer to Eagle Country from here, so it was better to go directly to Eagle Country, spend another day on a flight, and return straight to Xiamen.

This way, time wouldn't be wasted.

"Mr. Ye." Jessica suddenly spoke up.

Ye Chen turned his head to look at her.

Jessica took a deep breath and said word by word: "Black Prison will always be your sharpest blade."

Ye Chen looked at her and smiled: "Alright, stop the melodrama; now I feel bad about scolding you."

Jessica was stunned: "Scold... scold us?"

"That's right." Ye Chen shook his head helplessly. "When I first took in Black Prison, I thought it was quite impressive. Now it seems... not impressive, and actually quite trashy."

Jessica: "..."

Night Owl's face darkened: "Ye Chen, what do you mean by that?"

"It means you're too weak." Ye Chen sighed. "I'll write a prescription for Jessica in a moment, and by the way, I'll write a cultivation technique for Black Prison. Improve quickly, so you don't embarrass me."

Embarrass me?

Good heavens... The overall strength of Black Prison was actually not weak overseas.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to become a powerful assassin and intelligence organization.

But in Ye Chen's eyes, the entire Black Prison was trash?

Hmm... there was one thing the master and disciple had to admit.

Compared to this guy's strength, they did indeed seem a bit useless.