Medicine Saint Xuan didn’t move forward. He stood his ground, wary and cautious of Ye Fan, who held a silver needle in his hand.

"Ye Fan, don’t be reckless! Don’t offend Divine Doctor Yao!" Ye Qingshan exclaimed.

But Ye Fan replied, "He’s not a Divine Doctor, he’s an assassin! There’s definitely something wrong with this silver needle, and it’s not a simple problem!"

"This...!" The two Family Heads stared at Ye Fan, completely baffled.

At that moment, Ye Fan struck again, lunging at the false Medicine Saint Xuan. The imposter unleashed his full strength, trying to fight back against Ye Fan. Unfortunately for him, he was no match for Ye Fan. He was sent flying in less than five moves.

Ye Fan declared, "Let me tear off your mask!"

He then charged forward with maximum power, throwing a punch at the man’s chest. The imposter hurriedly raised his hands to block. But at that instant, Ye Fan’s fist suddenly opened. He clawed at the man’s face, and when he pulled his hand back, he was holding a mask of synthetic skin.

Ye Qingshan and the Qin Family Head were instantly shocked. They couldn’t believe this Medicine Saint Xuan was an imposter. They were overcome with shame. That the heads of two great families had failed to realize Medicine Saint Xuan had been replaced was an undeniable humiliation. After the shame came fear. If Ye Fan hadn’t been so vigilant, the situation could have ended in tragedy.

Ye Fan asked, "Who are you?"

"King of Heaven, you really have lost your memory," the man sneered at Ye Fan. "But even if you hadn’t, you would never know who I am!" As he spoke, he prepared to use a movement technique to escape.

"Insolent fiend! Where do you think you’re going?" Ye Qingshan roared, immediately charging forward.

"You think you can stop me?" The assassin met Ye Qingshan and the Qin Family Head with a palm strike, knocking them both backward. Neither of the family heads was a top-tier fighter, and this man clearly possessed the strength of an Innate Expert. Naturally, they were no match for him.

Just then, Ye Fan charged forward again, unleashing his true power. As the King of Heaven, he could defeat an Innate Expert with even the simplest of moves. The man was shocked; he hadn’t expected an amnesiac Ye Fan to still possess such formidable power.

BANG!

The blow struck the assassin’s abdomen. He was instantly sent flying backward and crashed to the ground, staring at Ye Fan in desperation.

As Ye Fan slowly walked toward him, the assassin suddenly lashed out with a kick aimed straight at Ye Fan’s head. Ye Fan dodged swiftly. The man’s kick missed its mark, and his momentum carried him straight into the rockery. The decorative structure, made of piled stones, shattered on impact. Stones from the shattered rockery flew out, and one struck Ye Fan on the head.

Ye Fan collapsed to the ground, completely dazed.

In that moment, his lost memories seemed to come rushing back. Everything became crystal clear. He remembered everything up to the point where he collapsed after slaying three King-level masters. After that, he knew nothing. For his memories to return by such a fluke was an incredible stroke of luck—or perhaps a cruel joke played by the heavens.

"Ye Fan!" Ye Qingshan cried out in concern. He and the Qin Family Head rushed forward to help.

But how could the assassin pass up such an opportunity? He intended to strike while the iron was hot and finish Ye Fan off. He scrambled to his feet and charged, the life-taking silver needle he had prepared held tightly in his hand as he plunged it toward Ye Fan’s head.

But Ye Fan’s reactions were faster. He shot out his right hand and caught the needle, his voice cold. "I’ll give you one last chance. Who sent you?"

"Hmph! You’ll never find out!"

The assassin was about to counterattack when Ye Fan’s fingers clamped around his throat. A crisp snap echoed, and the man collapsed, his eyes wide with disbelief. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. Why had the King of Heaven regained his memory in that instant? Was this all some elaborate plot against him? But who did he think he was? He certainly wasn’t important enough for the King of Heaven to go to such painstaking lengths.

Then, he died in agony.

Ye Fan’s ruthless side had returned. In his view, if someone couldn’t provide the information he wanted, then death was their only escape—and the best release.

"Ye Fan! You’ve recovered," Ye Qingshan said, overjoyed.

Ye Fan nodded. The Qin Family Head was also overjoyed. After all, Ye Fan was now the backbone of both the Ye and Qin Families. Without him, they wouldn’t be able to take a single step forward.

At that moment, Ye Fan said, "His methods are vicious. He was able to disguise himself so completely as the Divine Doctor. And his hidden weapons are terrifying."

He squatted down to inspect the body and found a token. On it were inscribed three words: Flame Valley.

He racked his brain, trying to recall what Flame Valley was, and the answer came to him in a flash. He had found an identical token on someone else. That person was Lie Huo, a man he had killed.

This led him to conclude that both men belonged to the same sect. Instantly, fury surged within Ye Fan. It seemed the death of Lie Huo had already made him an enemy of this organization.

"Flame Valley," Ye Fan muttered. "What kind of sect is that?"

"Perhaps you can ask Senior Zhan Xiong about it," Ye Qingshan suggested. As the Alliance Hierarch of Huaxia Sword, Zhan Xiong knew a thing or two about the reclusive sects hidden deep within Hua Xia.

"It seems I’ll have to make a trip to Shangjing," Ye Fan said.

At that moment, the Qin Family Head said, "Ye Fan, you’ve finally regained your memory. If you hadn’t, I’m afraid word of your amnesia would have gotten out to many people!"

Once news of his amnesia spread, an endless stream of assassins would surely have come after him.

Ye Fan asked, "Lord Father-in-law, how has the underworld been recently?"

The Qin Family Head replied, "The underworld has been very unstable lately. Since you killed several of the major Kings, new contenders have begun to vie for the empty thrones. The entire underworld is in chaos. Everyone wants to claim a King’s title and make a name for themselves."

It was true; the underworld had dissolved into a chaotic free-for-all, with everyone wanting to be crowned a King.

Ye Fan declared, "From this day forward, I am withdrawing from the King’s List."

This was a monumental decision. To withdraw from the list meant he was renouncing all fame and fortune in the underworld. However, his power was legendary; he was, after all, a man who could slaughter Kings. Even if he withdrew from the King’s List, he was not someone to be trifled with.

Ye Qingshan said, "It’s for the best that you’ve made this decision. The King’s List truly isn’t suitable for you. Perhaps you could aim for the Emperor List instead."

"Emperor List?" Ye Fan had never heard of it. After all, he hadn’t paid attention to the dynamics of the underworld for a very long time.

The Emperor Level was a much higher realm. He wasn’t at that level yet; at best, he had only touched the threshold.

Ye Qingshan continued, "Actually, since ancient times, there has not only been a King’s List, but also an Emperor List and a Supreme List! But those two lists haven’t been active for over fifty years. Masters at the Supreme Level, in particular, rarely ever appear. So, it’s perfectly normal that you haven’t heard of them."

"And what kind of rankings are those?" Ye Fan asked.

Ye Qingshan replied, "I’m not entirely sure. It’s more of a legend, and whether it truly exists is still unknown. You could try to look up some information about it. The records are ancient, so it’s likely that even Senior Zhan Xiong doesn’t know about them."

Ye Fan nodded. It was true that Zhan Xiong probably wouldn’t know. If Ye Fan hadn’t told him, Zhan Xiong wouldn’t even have known about Divine Dragon, so how could he possibly know about these lists? Then again, it was hard to say for sure. Zhan Xiong was over a hundred years old, after all. Divine Dragon had always been a mystery, unknown to both the secular world and the underworld forces. But perhaps Zhan Xiong really did know about these lists.

Therefore, Ye Fan decided to first handle his affairs in Jiangning, then head to Shangjing to ask Zhan Xiong about the so-called Emperor List and Supreme List. Of course, he also needed to ask him just who or what the formidable Flame Valley was. This Flame Valley had come after him time and time again. He needed to teach them a lesson, or they’d think the King of Heaven was an easy target.

"Ye Fan, since your memory has returned, we’ll head back to Shangjing. All the underworld forces have plunged into chaos," Ye Qingshan said. "We have many things to take care of."

"Grandfather, Lord Father-in-law, travel safely. It won’t be long before I visit Shangjing again," Ye Fan replied. He didn’t try to make the two elders stay, as he also had much to attend to in Jiangning.

The two men nodded and then departed.

Ye Fan began to sort through his restored memories. They were still somewhat chaotic, but as he sifted through them, he recalled the day he met Su Qingxue. He thought of that beautiful woman.

A sharp pain instantly pierced his heart.

Driven by this feeling, he quickly left the area and headed directly for Su Qingxue’s residence.