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Wang Sijin was supported by Wu Boyi, his hand pressed against his chest. Although he was in pain, he did not cry out. He took several heavy breaths and looked seriously at Ye Mingshang.
Ye Mingshang also looked at him calmly, and after a while, he actually smiled.
"I never expected that after so many years of wandering the world, today might be the day I meet my end here."
Ye Mingshang looked at him calmly and slowly spoke, "Everyone will die eventually."
"Hey! Yes, everyone will die. Ever since I entered this line of work, I knew this day would come. I didn't expect it to arrive so soon; it's quite hard to adapt," Wang Sijin scoffed and said sadly.
"If you weren't trying to save him, perhaps you would still have the strength to fight," Ye Mingshang said calmly.
"That's true. However, he has served me for many years. While we may not be as close as brothers, there are feelings involved. I can't just abandon him. Besides, the situation isn't too dire; at least he isn't dead yet, and neither am I."
Wang Sijin's face showed no regret or fear; instead, there was a calmness akin to standing firm in the face of an impending avalanche. This demeanor was something Ye Mingshang admired greatly.
But admiration aside, an enemy is still an enemy. Ye Mingshang shook his gun, producing a sharp ringing sound.
"Do you think you will die afterward?"
Wang Sijin's smile froze as he met Ye Mingshang's gaze for a moment before suddenly laughing.
Ye Mingshang found it strange because it was not a sorrowful laugh but one filled with confidence. He couldn't understand where that confidence came from when he was already in such a dire situation. If he weren't injured, perhaps he could still survive on his own, but his current injuries were serious.
Although the wound struck a vital point, it also affected his internal organs; without months of careful recuperation, recovery would be impossible.
With such injuries, even Ye Mingshang would consider himself to have lost seventy percent of his strength. This is taking into account his astonishing physique; he does not believe that Wang Sijin has a recovery ability or vitality stronger than his own.
A grown man can lift a hundred pounds with both arms raised. But if he is sick or injured, he might not even be able to lift ten pounds.
No matter how powerful Wang Sijin is, he is currently severely injured. Not to mention fighting, even just standing there and taking a few breaths would likely cause him immense pain.
Given this situation, where does his confidence come from?
"I don't know how long I can live, but today, I should not die," Wang Sijin said with a smile.
Ye Mingshang squinted, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.
"I want to know where you get this confidence from."
Wang Sijin's Face still wore a confident smile, one that suggested he had everything under control.
At this moment, despite being gravely injured and needing Wu Boyi's support to stand, the Aura he exuded was indeed that of someone in power. It was the demeanor of someone who wouldn't flinch even with a knife at their throat or close their eyes as the building collapsed beneath them.
This is the poise that only those who achieve great things possess.
"I know your true identity, Ye Mingshang, or should I say, Killer Prince."
Time seemed to freeze as a sharp light flashed in Ye Mingshang's eyes, and Killing Intent surged forth, causing Wu Boyi to squint.
Yet Wang Sijin showed no signs of change, still wearing that confident smile.
"What else do you know?!" Ye Mingshang said coldly.
His identity could still be uncovered by those top-tier forces if they chose to investigate. As for his past life, it had already been buried in the annals of history; even he had not found any information about it. He did not understand how Wang Sijin knew about his past life and how it related to him.
In fact, he did not know how famous the Killer Prince was in his previous life. While he could not find any information, it did not prevent those ancient prestigious sects from being aware of it.
The Black Witch Cult originated from Miao Witchcraft, which has a long history that can be traced back to before Christ, and the teachings retain many secret documents.
Even if the court could hide his deeds and erase him from history, it could not stop these major sects from preserving such information. After all, in the distant past, these extraordinary individuals were like deities, and even emperors dared not offend them easily.
The hostility from Face made Lu Zang clench his fists, already prepared for battle. Wang Sijin waved his hand to signal him to step back.
His Face showed no fear; he was not intimidated by this killing intent.
"I know a lot, for example, Divine Immortal Abode."
Wang Sijin spoke each word slowly at the end.
However, this did not surprise Ye Mingshang, as there were quite a few people aware of Celestial Abode. Historical records describe that the appearance of the professors drew attention from those major powers.
Moreover, Ye Mingshang's last visit to Celestial Abode was not a secret; anyone with intent could connect the dots. After all, history recorded that Tang Xuanzong and Li Longji once sent a team to Celestial Abode, but it ultimately came to nothing.
As for the Killer Prince, he suddenly became active a few years later; prior to that, he was just a young general with some skills. More importantly, there were two to three years of blank periods in his growth journey—where he went and what he did during that time is completely untraceable.
Celestial Abode, Killer Prince, Ye Mingshang...
If someone with intent connected these pieces of information together, it would be easy to deduce certain matters. As a meticulous thinker, Wang Sijin naturally considered an exciting possibility.
Ye Mingshang remained calm and slowly spoke, "Knowing only this won't save your life or theirs."
"Hey!" Wang Sijin chuckled.
"Of course, that's not enough, but what if I know the clues you have been searching for?"
"I have been searching for this... Could it be that he knows..." Ye Mingshang whispered to himself.
Wang Sijin squinted his eyes, wearing a confident smile.
"I have a lead on the souls of the immortals from the Celestial Abode."
Those words struck like thunder, causing Ye Mingshang's eyes to widen in an instant.
He had always been concerned about that memory related to the Celestial Abode, especially regarding his beloved, Mengyu.
In his previous life, he had fought his way to the Underworld in pursuit of that memory, and in this life, he had also battled through the Underworld for it.
However, no matter where he searched, across both lives and spanning hundreds of years, he had found no clues. He thought he would be disappointed once again in this life, but today, at this very moment, someone was telling him that they knew the leads?!
How could he not be shocked?!
He had never been so astonished by anything before.
(To be continued.)
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