Chapter 623: Making a Name (Two-in-One)

"Pitter-patter."

Rain fell in sheets from the overcast sky, as if the clouds themselves were weeping.

Standing in the downpour, Sea Saint stared at the scene before him in disbelief.

He couldn't fathom what method his opponent had used to instantly dissolve his attack.

He hadn't even had time to react.

It was already over.

"My turn again."

Yan Jing's expression remained calm as he picked up the dice cup from the ground.

Sea Saint's pupils contracted. Without a second's hesitation, weird energy surged around his body like a tidal wave.

He didn't bring the weird energy crashing down immediately.

The result of the first dice roll was already set.

No matter what number came up, he would be the one under attack.

Three.

The inconsequential number was quickly glossed over.

The instant Yan Jing began to shake the dice cup again, the tidal wave of weird energy behind Sea Saint surged forward.

Ears, nostrils, eyes—

The dense, viscous weird energy forced its way into Yan Jing's body, wrapping him in layer upon layer.

Yan Jing felt a hand close over the dice cup in his grasp. A powerful force descended, trying to forcibly dictate the outcome of the roll.

His expression remained tranquil as a terrifying strength erupted within him.

The thick, dark blue weird energy was instantly repelled, bouncing off him like two identical magnetic poles crashing together.

Sea Saint's pupils shrank violently. He immediately mobilized his weird energy, attempting to strike again.

But it was too late.

A hair-raising power rose from within Yan Jing, its immense force shattering the surrounding space once more. In a daze, it looked as if a blood-red heroic spirit had risen behind him, grabbed the dice cup, and slammed it ruthlessly onto the ground.

Bang!

The outer shell of the dice cup shattered instantly.

The number on the dice settled.

Six.

Whoosh.

Everything returned to tranquility. All the weird energy retracted back into Yan Jing's body.

It was as if everything that had just happened was merely a dream.

Yan Jing's face was calm. "I can attack six times."

He looked at Sea Saint, his eyes devoid of joy or sorrow, merely stating a fact.

"If you block all of them, I concede."

Upon hearing Yan Jing's words, Sea Saint's eyes instantly turned red.

He had heard the underlying message.

Concede.

There was another way to play this game.

The rules never restricted attacking oneself.

Yan Jing's words seemed arrogant, but in reality—

They were infinitely more arrogant.

If he didn't want to die.

Then he should do it himself right now.

It was that simple.

"Come!"

Veins bulged on Sea Saint's forehead, right beneath his slicked-back hair. The faintly discernible ocean around him transformed; waves rose from flat ground, reaching tens of thousands of feet high. In an instant, the wind surged and clouds gathered as a violent storm descended.

Whirlpools and gales completely encircled him.

His body began a mutation entirely its own.

His size expanded exponentially in an instant.

In just a few seconds, he towered over the nearby buildings. His original arms transformed into giant webbed palms, and his hind legs merged into a massive fleshy lump resembling both a tentacle and a fish tail. Scales surfaced on his skin, each gleaming with a rough metallic luster; they were several meters wide and high, like thick, heavy shields.

A pair of fleshy wings grew from his back, though they were somewhat small relative to his massive body. It was only when they gently fluttered that one could clearly see they weren't wings at all, but fins.

As those fins paddled, the surrounding wind seemed to turn into water currents, shifting from formless to tangible.

Splash—

The familiar sound of crashing ocean waves rang in everyone's ears once more.

Glug, glug, glug.

Bubbles rose from the seawater.

The azure sky instantly turned into an ocean.

"Come!"

Like an explosion of violent thunder, the heavy voice cascaded from the sky, crashing down right in front of Yan Jing.

A pair of golden pupils, as large as giant lanterns, flickered amidst the clouds, staring down at Yan Jing.

The look was filled with contempt and derision.

He simply didn't believe Yan Jing could break his defenses in this state.

"Sea Saint is enraged."

Outside Old Sin City, someone tilted their head back, watching the spectacle and muttering to themselves.

"This didn't even happen back in the Life Heavenly Kingdom."

Shock flashed through the person's eyes. "It's the first time the Third Saint has revealed his true form. Who would have thought it would be under these circumstances?"

"Just who is his opponent—"

Before the sentence could be finished, a frenzied wave of weird energy completely unrelated to Sea Saint erupted throughout Old Sin City.

It was equally viscous, equally dense to the point of suffocation.

Yet, it was entirely different.

If the previous weird energy was like materialized water, this one was closer to pitch-black ink that refused to dissolve.

No, it was even thicker than ink.

Every drop of that weird energy radiated the purest darkness, carrying the will of Fear as it endlessly spread.

It still wasn't over.

The next instant, an even deeper layer of Fear exploded.

That Fear carried a corrupting influence. A static hiss, like falling snow, echoed in everyone's ears.

Chaos, evil, sorrow, agony—all sorts of negative emotions continuously layered upon one another, ultimately transforming into Fear Intent.

"It's Fear."

Someone murmured, realizing that a level of Fear this profound could only be achieved by that particular Family.

But who exactly was it?

Everyone knew that the Fear Family had been going downhill in recent years, and their heir had never been finalized.

However, the current situation clearly demonstrated one thing.

That was: a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. The Fear Family remained a top-tier domain standing at the apex of the First Level Domain.

Yet, before the crowd could guess the person's identity...

The next second, all the Fear Intent seemed to be pulled together, converging toward the sky.

A Bow, vaster than the sky itself, slowly materialized in midair.

The clouds filling the sky morphed into a bowstring, and finally, a colossal arrow manifested upon it.

Fear Intent continually danced along the arrow.

There was no need to guess anymore.

Everyone just felt their scalps tingle.

It was the Xue Family Heir.

Only that man could possibly accomplish this.

The arrow, seemingly splitting the entire sky, lay horizontally above them, looking as though it could pierce completely through this domain.

Sea Saint's lantern-like golden pupils contracted sharply.

He had only heard of Xue Mo's battle records before; this was his first time directly facing such methods.

The terrifying might instantly made every scale on his body stand on end.

The instinct to protect himself made him subconsciously take a few steps back.

But—

Just when he thought it was over, an indescribable imposing aura rose around Yan Jing.

An extremely tyrannical force surged from Yan Jing's palms, and a Crown slowly descended above his head.

At the top of the Crown, olive branches slowly grew, dripping threads of blood energy.

Yan Jing raised his eyes. Those emotionless pupils carried an unspeakable pressure.

It was as if nothing in the myriad creations of this world was worthy of his gaze.

The arrow resting on the bowstring in the sky was tinted with a layer of blood-colored gold flakes.

Behind Yan Jing, the hem of a blood-red garment fluttered sharply in the wind.

He looked at Sea Saint.

The second their eyes met, Sea Saint didn't hesitate at all. He turned and sprinted frantically into the distance.

He finally understood how those Tenth Tier entities had lost.

This was no longer the power of the Tenth Tier.

The moment that layer of gold flakes attached itself, his opponent's power had shattered the boundaries of the Tenth Tier.

He absolutely could not take this attack.

Otherwise, even if he survived, his path of cultivation would be completely severed.

His massive fleshy tail swept continuously through the center of Old Sin City. Sea Saint's unreadable face revealed a bizarre panic. He moved at breakneck speed, crushing building after building beneath his colossal frame, only for them to be repaired by an invisible screen of light.

Yan Jing didn't move at all.

He simply released the bowstring in his hand.

Thwip—

The sound was as soft as a needle piercing through paper.

The crowd stared at the scene before them in utter shock.

The giant arrow effortlessly pierced through the ocean, directly impaling the chest of the monstrous beast. Dark blue blood dripped from the tip of the arrow.

Sea Saint's expression froze at the final second of impact, his lantern-like eyes filled with indescribable shock.

His massive body hung suspended in midair, still maintaining its fleeing posture.

The next instant.

Terrifying weird energy burst outward. His body was completely torn apart, sending countless huge chunks of flesh raining down in all directions.

Sea Saint reverted to his original body shape and crashed heavily onto the ground.

His arms and legs had all been severed, leaving his body looking completely bare. He had thoroughly passed out.

"I win."

Yan Jing retracted his weird energy, looked at An Ze—who was so shocked his jaw hung wide open—and extended a hand. "Give me the item."

"O-oh, right."

An Ze gulped, nodding frantically as he pulled out a token and placed it into Yan Jing's hand.

Yan Jing pocketed the token, hoisted the nearby Xue Shi onto his shoulder, and turned to walk away.

"S-sir—"

An Ze had wanted to remind Yan Jing that Sea Saint wasn't dead yet, but when Yan Jing glanced back, the clerk was frightened into Silence.

Even after Yan Jing's figure completely disappeared, An Ze still couldn't recover his wits.

In the outside world.

Things had completely exploded into an uproar.

Sea Saint had lost.

And it was a crushing defeat.

Even if his opponent had used a once-a-day ability, and even if they didn't understand why Sea Saint had only defended instead of taking the initiative to attack, Sea Saint's defeat was an indisputable fact.

The trump card of the Life Heavenly Kingdom—the faction that had enjoyed the greatest limelight among the three major Heavenly Kingdoms over the past few years—had been decisively defeated by a single arrow.

"Pure Blood Heavenly Kingdom is going to go completely insane."

Someone murmured in continuous shock.

The monster of the Chen Family had sent the Ninth Emperor of the Mechanical Heavenly Kingdom flying with a single punch.

The Xue Family Heir had pierced the heart of the Third Saint of the Life Heavenly Kingdom with a single arrow.

The Pure Blood Heavenly Kingdom had thoroughly solidified its dominant position.

No matter how one looked at it, this day was simply too surreal.

"Is there anyone else?" someone couldn't help but ask.

Among the people who had entered this time, was there anyone left who could stop the advance of those two?

These words set the gears turning in the minds of everyone present.

The next one—

Who would be the next one?

However, right at that moment, another piece of news detonated the crowd.

The Son of Chaos had been defeated.

And rumor had it, he had lost to a human!

Someone had seen him retreat from Old Sin City. Though he didn't appear to be seriously injured, pulling out at a time like this absolutely meant something was fishy.

After gathering information and verifying it across multiple sources, they had finally reached this conclusion.

There were still hidden experts!

Some were shocked; others sighed in awe.

This world really was going to undergo a massive upheaval. Only the strongest could remain undefeated.

"Heh, just a bunch of flashy good-for-nothings."

Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind the crowd.

They turned around in surprise, only to see a sage-like Old Man sitting cross-legged on a boulder. He offered a cold sneer. "From what I can tell, aside from the Xue Family Heir and the Chen Family monster, the rest are subpar. I imagine that lord is going to be disappointed again this time."

The crowd's expressions shifted. The domain this Old Man hailed from was also a First Level Complete Domain—the Immortal Anomaly.

Obviously, the lord the Old Man spoke of was the Exiled Immortal dispatched by the Immortal Anomaly this time.

It was said that when that entity was at the Ninth Tier, he could directly strike down those at the Tenth Tier. And once he reached the Tenth Tier, he had no equal within that tier.

Even so, someone muttered softly, "He doesn't even have any public battle records yet. Anyone can brag."

Unexpectedly, the Old Man had overheard these words.

The next second, a crisp slap rang out, and the speaker was sent flying laterally through the air.

The Old Man pulled back his hand, sneering coldly. "No public battle records?"

"Do you think that lord hasn't visited other domains?"

"I recall that when he visited the Life Heavenly Kingdom, he fought against your Sea Saint, didn't he?"

"As for the outcome, are you really not aware?"

As he spoke, the Old Man looked toward the group from the Life Heavenly Kingdom in the distance.

Those who knew the inside story instantly turned ashen upon hearing this.

This indirectly confirmed the Old Man's words, causing the surrounding onlookers to break out into fervent discussion once more.

Clearly, the Exiled Immortal wasn't without concrete battle records; he just maintained a low profile normally.

Even someone like Sea Saint had once been defeated by his hands.

"Hello."

Luo Sheng walked into a tavern with Boss Rat.

The tavern's boss was wiping down the countertop.

Seeing the two enter, she lifted her head with a smile. "Hello! Welcome to the Rose Bar!"

Yan Jing wore a similar smile. "What a gorgeous boss lady. It seems I've come to the right place this time."

At these words, Rose's eyes lit up, and a bashful flush crossed her face. "You certainly know how to talk."

It couldn't be helped. Luo Sheng was simply too handsome.

No matter which angle one looked from, his appearance was flawless.

"Are you two here for a drink, or to participate in the game?"

Rose pulled out chairs for the both of them.

Surprisingly, the tavern actually had a chair suited for Boss Rat's stature.

Rose herself had been slightly surprised when she found it, having forgotten when exactly the bar had acquired such a seat.

"We originally wanted to participate in the game, but upon seeing such a beautiful lady, I think having a drink might be the better choice," Yan Jing chuckled.

Rose's face flushed even redder. She subconsciously lowered her head slightly. "You must have said that to a lot of girls."

"Perhaps." Yan Jing smiled. "But you are the most beautiful of them all."

"Oh, my~"

Rose extended a fist, lightly tapping Yan Jing on the shoulder.

"What will you two be having? It's on me."

"Two glasses of the special blend whiskey, please," Yan Jing said, holding up two fingers.

"Coming right up."

Rose turned around to prepare the drinks.

Boss Rat looked at Yan Jing, a speechless expression on his face. "Stop messing with the poor girl."

"Besides, I never said I wanted the special blend whiskey."

"First of all, I was telling the truth," Yan Jing replied, a smile in his eyes. "Secondly, the special blend whiskey is the signature of this bar. I know this place. Just you wait and see."

Hearing Yan Jing say this, Boss Rat shook his head and said no more.

A while later, as the two waited for their drinks, the wind chimes at the tavern entrance rang out once more.

Boss Rat looked up toward the door.

He saw a barefoot man, dressed entirely in white, "float" in through the entrance.

"Can I play the game here?"