# Chapter 2632: Assassin Emperor
Zhang Ruochen brought Ling Feiyu into the Qiankun Realm. In the Sword Mountain, she obtained a portion of Sword Dao Essence. Subsequently, Zhang Ruochen also passed down the cultivation method of the Sword Soul to her.
Three days later, Zhang Ruochen left the Golden Tree Sacred Domain and headed toward the Purple Luo Sacred Domain.
This was his greatest purpose in coming to the Heavenly Court.
Leaving with him were Kong Lanyou and Kong Xuan.
However, in the Golden Tree Sacred Domain, Zhang Ruochen had grown too close to Shengshu Cainü and Ling Feiyu. If he were to openly travel with Kong Lanyou as well, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.
Therefore, Zhang Ruochen activated the Sundial within the Qiankun Realm, allowing Kong Lanyou to cultivate inside. Kong Lanyou was currently at the peak of the Ten Thousand Deaths One Life Realm, and the most important thing for her was to accumulate Sacred Dao Rules, which required a great deal of time for comprehension.
Air currents surged, blowing across the mountains.
Wan Canglan pulled along Xian Feizi, using the spiritual power divine relic, the Clear Wind Curtain, to conceal their aura. Like a wisp of gentle breeze, they followed a hundred miles behind Zhang Ruochen.
Like Shengshu Cainü, Xian Feizi was a primary cultivator of spiritual power.
The Clear Wind Curtain was a treasure left behind by an ancient god from the Kunlun Realm. Hiding within it, one could merge with heaven and earth, enough to evade the perception of a sixty-ninth level spiritual power expert.
"Is this really appropriate? After all, he has done much for the Kunlun Realm," Xian Feizi said while activating the Clear Wind Curtain.
Wan Canglan said, "Aren't you curious about his identity? Danqing and Ling Feiyu—both have their sights set high, yet both have grown extremely close to him."
"Does tracking him serve any purpose?" Xian Feizi asked.
Wan Canglan's eyes turned cold and sharp. "Of course it does. As long as we know where he's going next, we can at least determine which realm he belongs to."
"The man is a top-tier expert. If he discovers we're following him, he might not take it lightly," Xian Feizi said, thinking of the mysterious methods of the man ahead, a sense of unease growing within her.
After all, any powerful cultivator had a temper, didn't they?
Even if he wasn't a demigod, just an ordinary Supreme Realm Great Saint, they couldn't afford to provoke him.
Wan Canglan said, "I have great confidence in your spiritual power. We've been following him for so long, and he hasn't noticed us at all, has he? Hey, look, how strange—why does he have four footprints?"
"There really are four footprints." Xian Feizi looked ahead, a look of surprise appearing on her face.
Sunlight shone down.
Blue sky, white clouds.
Between the mountains, sacred qi filled the air. The flowers, grass, and trees were full of spiritual nature, their leaves emerald green like jade. There were even golden ginseng that had become spirits, running across the ground.
Zhang Ruochen walked through this spiritually rich grassland and entered a vast, boundless desert, leaving footprints in the sand.
The strange thing was that he clearly only had two feet, yet he left two rows of footprints.
It was as if an invisible, formless person was walking beside him.
Zhang Ruochen had naturally long since detected Wan Canglan and Xian Feizi following behind him. However, he had also detected two other extremely powerful auras.
These two auras were even better concealed than the two Mystic Maidens with the Clear Wind Curtain.
Even with Zhang Ruochen's powerful spiritual power, if he hadn't integrated the Heart of Truth into his body and soul, he probably wouldn't have noticed them either.
With such terrifying cultivation and such excellent aura-concealing techniques, they were definitely no ordinary individuals. They were most likely figures from the *Red Dust Peerless List*. Given Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation, he had to deal with them carefully, waiting for them to make the first move.
"Stop following. Leave immediately."
Zhang Ruochen used his spiritual power to transmit a message to Xian Feizi and Wan Canglan.
Xian Feizi and Wan Canglan's faces showed embarrassment as they realized that the man had long since discovered them. His spiritual power was terrifyingly high.
"Let's go!"
Xian Feizi had already sensed danger and decisively pulled Wan Canglan, preparing to retreat.
But as they turned around, they found that behind them was no longer the mountains, but a vast ocean. Even stranger, the seawater was as black as ink, exuding a bone-chilling coldness.
Wan Canglan's face changed drastically as she murmured, "Invisible footprints, boundless black ocean."
"Fugu and Moyang—the top five Emperor-level assassins of the Heavenly Assassination Organization." Xian Feizi reacted, her beautiful face instantly losing color.
Assassins of Fugu and Moyang's caliber were said to be able to kill any cultivator below the God Realm. Countless legends about them circulated throughout the various realms of the Heavenly Court.
There were even rumors that Fugu had once wounded a false god. Although the assassination failed, he had successfully escaped from the false god's hands.
Because of this, Fugu ranked second among the Emperor-level assassins of the Heavenly Assassination Organization, only behind Taohua.
Encountering two legendary killing kings, even though they were Great Saints, they were now trembling with fear, a deep terror rising within them.
They were already above the ink-black ocean, but it was too late to retreat.
Wan Canglan quickly calmed herself, her gaze falling on the man in the distant desert. "Assassins—the most terrifying thing about them isn't their cultivation or combat power. It's their concealment methods, allowing them to deliver a fatal blow to cultivators stronger than themselves when they least expect it."
"But that guy clearly sensed the danger long ago. Perhaps he has a way to deal with it."
Although the Clear Wind Curtain could hide their aura, encountering two Emperor-level assassins skilled in concealment, they had probably already been exposed.
Even if Fugu and Moyang hadn't targeted them.
But trapped in the black ocean, how could they possibly survive?
Now, they could only hope that the man with the blurry figure was strong enough to withstand the two Emperor-level assassins, giving them a chance to live. Even if that hope was extremely slim.
The footprint following behind Zhang Ruochen suddenly accelerated.
Silently, a palm-sized circular light appeared behind Zhang Ruochen.
The light spun rapidly, and from within flew a streak of extremely bright light needles, hundreds of them.
"Swish, swish."
The light needles were incredibly fast, aiming for a one-hit kill.
But Zhang Ruochen was already on guard. How could he let them succeed?
The dense light needles only tore through Zhang Ruochen's shadow. His true body instantly teleported away, vanishing without a trace.
"So fast! He actually dodged the Light-Chasing Divine Needles... No, it's not speed. It's spatial displacement."
Having missed his strike, Fugu immediately fled.
Although the assassination had failed, he had at least confirmed that the other party cultivated the Way of Space and had extremely high attainments in it. He was very likely a Space Controller.
With that, it wouldn't be difficult to find out his identity.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Zhang Ruochen held the Abyssal Ancient Sword, dense patterns emerging on the sword's body.
He swung the sword horizontally through the void, leaving behind a single-stroke mark.
The sword technique merged with the third-rank Sword Dao Sacred Intent "One," combined with the Way of Truth's amplification, unleashing thirty times the attack power, directly tearing space apart.
"Boom!"
Fugu was exposed from his concealment. The crystal-like shield in his hand collided with the Abyssal Ancient Sword, and his body flew out like a cannonball, creating layers of airwaves in space.
He fell to the ground but still retreated uncontrollably, plowing a ditch hundreds of meters long.
Terror filled his heart—not because of Zhang Ruochen's power, but because Zhang Ruochen had actually managed to find him from his hidden state.
"Swish!"
In that moment of shock, Zhang Ruochen had already appeared before him, swinging his sword straight down.
With the sword, he vertically wrote the character "One."
Fugu raised his shield to block.
With a thunderous explosion, his body was sent flying once more.
Zhang Ruochen had now integrated all his various powers. When executing sword techniques, he could instantly combine them with Sword Dao Sacred Intent and the Way of Truth, forming an unparalleled killing might.
The only pity was that, limited by his realm, the number of Sacred Dao Rules within his body was too few—only a little over a hundred billion. Even with thirty times the attack power, the force was still not strong enough.
If he could cultivate ten trillion Sacred Dao Rules and unleash thirty times the attack, he could probably kill Fugu with a single sword strike.
Currently, Zhang Ruochen's greatest reliance remained his physical strength and spiritual power. Even without using his cultivation power, it wouldn't affect his combat ability.
His current physical strength was even stronger than his previous demigod body, and he could use it freely.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
...
In an instant, Zhang Ruochen struck out dozens of times, shattering the shield treasure in Fugu's hand. The sword edge even tore open his abdomen, spilling Great Saint blood all over the ground.
Fugu burst into extreme speed, retreating as he asked, "Who exactly are you?"
His speed was astonishingly fast. Even though Zhang Ruochen had seen many top-tier experts below the God Realm, those who could match his speed were still few and far between.
But Zhang Ruochen was faster.
With a single step, he crossed the spatial veins and caught up to him.
"Clatter."
Just as Zhang Ruochen was about to swing his sword, a deafening roar of waves came from above.
Looking up, he saw that the entire sky was covered by a black ocean. The waves rolled backward, pressing down entirely. Space was squeezed layer by layer, and the distant mountain peaks collapsed one after another.
"Using illusions in front of me—how utterly foolish."
Zhang Ruochen's expression remained unchanged as he shot up into the sky, flying into the pitch-black ocean.
Moyang's spiritual power was not weak, reaching the sixty-ninth level.
Within the black ocean, countless illusionary dao inscriptions were carved, forming his greatest reliance.
Seeing Zhang Ruochen defeat Fugu, Moyang had already lost confidence in killing him.
But Zhang Ruochen had taken the initiative to charge into his Illusion Sea, which filled him with joy. He laughed, "You're too arrogant, sir. Trapped in my Black Sea Domain, even if you're a peak demigod, you won't escape death today."
Zhang Ruochen took out the Ten-Thousand-Curse Heavenly Bead, channeling his spiritual power into it as he chanted, "Heart-Death Curse."
The Heart-Death Curse was specifically designed to deal with spiritual power cultivators.
"Boom!"
The black ocean in the sky shattered, turning into wisps of smoke and clouds.
Moyang let out a miserable cry, appearing from within the smoke, and fell toward the ground.
By the time he landed, he had already lost all signs of life. His sacred heart had died, and his spiritual power had been extinguished.
Zhang Ruochen's spiritual power was already superior to Moyang's. With the help of a Supreme Sacred Artifact, as long as the distance was close enough, killing him was not difficult.
Of course, the most important thing was that Zhang Ruochen could use the power of Truth to see through illusions and accurately locate his position.
"An elite Emperor-level assassin... just died like that?"
Wan Canglan and Xian Feizi were both stunned. For a moment, they couldn't recognize that the blurry figure in the distance was holding the Abyssal Ancient Sword, forged from Creation Divine Iron.