Chapter 7, I Am the Executioner (Part 1)

"You are merely a knife; I am the executioner!" Yang Chen finally shouted loudly, rising to his feet once again

To speak frankly, even in his previous life, Yang Chen had no opportunity to witness the appearance of the Immortal Execution Platform. As the name suggests, the Immortal Execution Platform is the place where the heavenly court executes immortals. The only type of immortal that can enter here is one who is a prisoner awaiting judgment. In his previous life, Yang Chen was neither an executioner nor a prisoner awaiting judgment, and thus he had no chance to experience it.

Moreover, once one enters the Execution Platform, aside from water and food, there is also the Execution Blade. As long as one does not come into contact with any celestial blood or flesh, one can walk out. The Execution Officer fixed his gaze on the four gatekeeping soldiers beside him: "Do you think that a mere mortal, having slain so many celestial beings, will still be given a chance to leave? If his hands and feet are not clean, isn't he just cutting off his own opportunity to escape?"

In front of him stood a golden knife rack, designed in the style of two dragons entwined with each other, their heads raised and mouths wide open. Between the two gaping dragon mouths lay a long, blood-red, unparalleled fierce blade. After Yang Chen entered, he merely glanced around the entire venue and was immediately captivated by this long knife

As Yang Chen extended his hand, the mark of the ring on his finger became visible. Strangely, upon arriving here, the ring itself suddenly revealed its true form, making it clear to the several guards at the gate. After they had seen it, the four of them stepped aside, allowing Yang Chen to enter.

"Halt! Who dares to trespass upon the Slaying Immortals Platform?" As Yang Chen approached, someone immediately shouted loudly.

As the ring was placed on the finger, it emitted a gentle glow that enveloped Yang Chen's entire body, before vanishing on his finger, leaving behind a mark resembling a tattoo, still present on Yang Chen's finger

It is undeniable that this deadly blade has slain countless formidable immortals, and in the presence of an immortal, there is an inherent murderous intent that suppresses. Yang Chen felt a chill throughout his body, and he experienced an involuntary shiver. This was a normal reaction for a deity when faced with the Immortal Slayer's blade

Upon entering the gatehouse, a hazy white light enveloped everything, rendering visibility impossible. Yang Chen reached out his hand but found nothing. After a moment's thought, he boldly stepped into the expanse of white light. The white radiance offered no resistance, allowing him to pass through freely.

The fierce blade seemed somewhat surprised, and another wave of frenzied intent was conveyed: "Obey me, and I will lead you to slay countless celestial beings of the highest order! Even if a Great Luo Golden Immortal stands before you, your killing intent will still intimidate them!"

This is the token of the Immortal Slaying Platform. With this token, you may enter the Immortal Slaying Platform to slay immortals!" The execution officer, with a blank expression, finished his instructions and then pointed behind Yang Chen: "Within the Immortal Slaying Platform, everyone except you is to be slain. Off you go!

The malevolent blade has surprisingly developed its own will. Ordinary mortals who enter do not need to ask; there is only one outcome, which is to submit to the malevolent blade. Under the control of the blade's will, they become slaves on the Immortal Slaying Platform

"I am not afraid of being alive; should I then fear the dead?" Yang Chen scoffed, completely unconcerned. As the overwhelming killing intent surged into Yang Chen's mind, it was as if he had suddenly encountered a firewall dam, instantly silencing all commotion and failing to stir even the slightest ripple.

Obey me! The fierce will was imposed once again, and Yang Chen's body could no longer withstand this pressure, causing him to kneel on the ground. Faced with the overwhelming killing intent that surged like a mountain, Yang Chen exerted nearly all his strength to ensure that his mind was not suppressed

Taking a step forward, Yang Chen grasped the black knife handle. In an instant, an overwhelming and frenzied killing intent surged into Yang Chen's heart like a tidal wave. Intermingled with this were countless wails and howls, as if the vengeful souls of the millions who had died by this knife were expressing their fury in a chaotic uproar

The delicate visage of the master reappeared at the moment of death, directed towards Yang Chen with a sorrowful smile, instantly transforming into the scene of Yang Chen's happiness when he had just obtained the Mingguang Sword

The unresolved grievances, injustices, and humiliating scenes from his past reappeared before Yang Chen, prompting him to let out a heartfelt cry: "I will never yield!"

But at the behest of the adult! Yang Chen bowed slightly and took the ring. At the signal of the execution officer, he slowly slipped it onto his finger

A few gatekeeping soldiers suddenly realized that after a series of trials, it was merely to select a suitable candidate. Not only must one possess outstanding courage and demeanor, but one must also have weaknesses. Individuals who meet such numerous criteria are indeed rare, akin to a phoenix's feather or a unicorn's horn. It is truly remarkable that there exists such a suitable candidate.

The execution officer, however, did not know when he had appeared beside the four individuals. After observing the seemingly unremarkable light sphere for a while, he finally spoke: "This time, you all know who is to be executed at the Immortal Execution Platform. Only he and another person can execute criminals without favoritism, and they are willing to sever the head of the demoness with a single strike. He even dares to kick the Supreme Emperor down and behead him, while the other one kneels first before executing. The others either let criminals go free, are reluctant to execute the demoness, or simply lack the courage. At this Immortal Execution Platform, there are no more suitable individuals than them. Taking things from the dead is always better than taking from the living"

This blade, unlike the ghost-headed saber that Yang Chen usually wields, features a long blade with a faint flicker of lightning seemingly spreading across its surface. The broad blade, however, shares a similar purpose with the ghost-headed saber, primarily designed for beheading. The black hilt resembles sharp teeth, exuding a menacing aura, as if merely grasping it would lead to being devoured by a ferocious beast

However, Yang Chen, after all, was once a great immortal. With just a moment of daze in his heart, he awakened alongside the *illustration* and *book*, and his boundless strong will began to contend with the will of the fierce blade.

As Yang Chen stepped into the white light, it was as if he had suddenly crossed into another world. Before him, a vast execution ground appeared, shining brightly.

Yang Chen turned his head, only to discover that a path had appeared behind him at some unknown time, leading to a magnificent gatehouse. The gatehouse was more luxurious than any in the mortal realm, with thick columns entwined by two golden dragons, their heads raised and roaring towards the sky. At the center above, three blood-red characters, written in a dragon-and-phoenix style, read "Slaying Immortals Platform." Upon closer inspection, it became evident that these characters were formed from living flesh, still writhing incessantly. Beneath the gatehouse stood four fully armored soldiers, guarding the entrance.

No one knows what kind of scene lies within the Immortal Slaying Platform, and Yang Chen did not anticipate that entering the platform as a mortal would lead to such a significant trouble.

Only when they witnessed this scene did the four soldiers outside finally feel at ease. One soldier suddenly turned his head and asked in confusion: "My lord, he is unclean, having taken things from a corpse; how could he be chosen?"