The appearance of that red-clad figure almost caused the hearts of the three people to stop abruptly.
They stared blankly at that familiar face, their eyes full of astonishment and incomprehension... Even the normally steady Lu Xuanming lost some color at this moment.
Chen Ling?!
That Fire-Stealer?
Didn't he die a long time ago?!
One doubt after another leaped out of their minds. They instantly felt that their brains were somewhat insufficient... Only Pu Wen reacted first. He stared fixedly at Chen Ling and spoke hoarsely:
"I was just saying why things felt weird... Are you the one manipulating all this from behind the scenes?"
"To be honest, I'm not too willing to explain it to you." Chen Ling paused for a moment. "After all, villains often die from talking too much."
The three people: ...?
The corners of his mouth hooked into a crazy arc.
"The three of you, come at me together."
The three people on the Hill exchanged a glance, their expressions all somewhat ugly. However, Jian Changsheng was still the first to rush out, charging toward Chen Ling like a mad dog. Lu Xuanming pulled his long blade out from the ground backhanded and followed closely behind.
Pu Wen, on the other hand, stood in place. He immediately bit his finger and rapidly began to write and draw on the ground... All of the 【Seal】 characters he had reserved previously had been exhausted. The one that had just immobilized Number 8 was also written on the spot. Now, he had to make a move once again.
Chen Ling stood atop the towering mountain rock, unhurriedly reaching his finger toward his cheek and lightly tearing.
A piece of facial skin floated away with the wind.
At the same time, the Chen Ling standing there seemed to vanish out of thin air. Jian Changsheng and Lu Xuanming froze simultaneously as a black afterimage rapidly flashed past the two of them!
It was a black falcon.
"What kind of skill is this?!"
Lu Xuanming had never seen anyone who could transform into an animal. Even the 'Path of the Actor', famous for its changeability, could only change faces... Could this be a method of that bunch from the Path of the Witch God?
The falcon passed through the two of them and transformed back into Chen Ling's appearance in mid-air. That vermilion color smashed down toward the earth behind them like a meteorite!
Pu Wen, who was only short of the last stroke to finish writing a 'Bind' character, only felt something flash past him. Amidst splattering crushed stones, his wrist was already firmly clamped!
Pu Wen looked in astonishment at the face close at hand. The latter, however, had already pressed the muzzle against Pu Wen's brow, smiling faintly.
"Good skill, unfortunately the wind-up is too slow."
Bang——!
One shot, Pu Wen was killed!
Having observed from behind the scenes for so long, Chen Ling had already seen through everyone's skills. Pu Wen's Path of the Scholar God was indeed strong, strong in all aspects. Unfortunately, every time he used it, he had to pull out paper first. If he didn't have paper, he could only write it on the spot...
If it were right when they entered the Ancient Vault, Chen Ling definitely wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant as to fight one against three. But now, Pu Wen had exhausted all his Xuan Paper, and Lu Xuanming was heavily injured, losing an arm and a leg, his Combat Power already greatly discounted.
Killing Pu Wen first at the start, otherwise, once he released the 'Bind' character later, he would very likely be instantly counter-killed... This was the most important link in Chen Ling's plan.
Watching Pu Wen being precisely instant-killed by Chen Ling, both Lu Xuanming and Jian Changsheng's pupils shrank.
They exchanged a glance and tacitly turned around at the same time, one from the left and one from the right, rapidly closing in on Chen Ling... Jian Changsheng's speed was the fastest, almost a blood-colored afterimage, arriving in front of Chen Ling in the blink of an eye.
Chen Ling, however, pierced the Ruby Ring into Pu Wen's body, then slowly stood up and casually waved at him.
"Knead."
Smack——!
Jian Changsheng's reaction was extremely fast. The moment the space twisted, he dodged to one side. Even so, one of his shoulders was still crushed into a blood mist.
He let out a muffled groan, the ferocious glint in his eyes intensifying. However, losing an arm was extremely detrimental to his balance, especially when moving at high speeds. His figure subconsciously tilted to one side, almost planting face-first onto the ground.
And right in this brief interval, that Great Crimson Theatrical Robe was already fighting together with the black-clad Lu Xuanming!
The Dagger and the long blade rubbed against each other in the air, sending out dazzling sparks. Lu Xuanming saw that ring of Chen Ling's and spoke coldly,
"You killed Yan Xicai?!"
"So what?"
Chen Ling felt a huge force transmit from the tip of the blade, took advantage of the momentum to step back and unload the force, his figure as light as a fluttering butterfly, flashing behind Lu Xuanming in an instant!
Lu Xuanming possessed 【Iron Raiment】, and both his strength and defense were extremely strong. It was naturally impossible for Chen Ling to fight him head-on. He could only rely on the agility of the 【Slaughter Dance】 to fight him!
As long as his speed was fast enough and the angle of his attacks tricky enough, Lu Xuanming wouldn't have time to mobilize the 【Iron Raiment】 to defend.
Lu Xuanming already had one hand crippled by Number 8. Holding the blade with one hand at this moment, he simply couldn't keep up with Chen Ling's offensive. He could only wretchedly block and retreat, waiting for Jian Changsheng to come and relieve the siege.
And Chen Ling, naturally, couldn't give him this chance.
Chen Ling sidestepped like a ghost, evading Lu Xuanming's counterattack blade, and took advantage of the momentum to pierce his right hand wearing the ring into Lu Xuanming's wound. Frantic devouring power transmitted from within, and Lu Xuanming's figure visibly grew thin.
Lu Xuanming reacted very quickly, immediately swinging his blade to hack at Chen Ling's wrist, but was blocked mid-air by the Dagger.
After a brief contest of strength, Chen Ling was shaken back several steps. Before Lu Xuanming could lift his blade to hack at him, he took the lead and lightly waved his finger at him:
"Knead!"
A small-scale spatial distortion accurately landed on Lu Xuanming's hand holding the blade. His bones instantly shattered, and he released the long blade. In a flash of lightning, an afterimage rapidly flashed in front of him, and a cold glint pierced into his chest!
Lu Xuanming let out a muffled groan, his pupils glaring at the Chen Ling close at hand. After a moment, he fell straight to the ground.
At the same time, a sound of breaking air rang out from behind Chen Ling!
He nimbly dodged to the side, the Short Blade brushing past his cheek. The ferocious glint in Jian Changsheng's eyes flickered, the Dagger and Short Blade crossing blows in mid-air over a dozen times at an astonishing speed, evenly matched!
After an explosive exchange of blows, both of them chose to widen the distance at the same time. The two streaks of red clothing stood on opposite sides of the battlefield, gazing at each other.
"Regardless of whether you are man or ghost... today you must die." Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth tightly. He could feel the power of the Chen Ling before him. Even Pu Wen and Lu Xuanming had been successively killed... But he had finally managed to reach this point. No matter what, he couldn't die here.
His will constantly climbed, the aura of slaughter spreading in the surroundings. He let out a low roar, charging toward Chen Ling like a bolt of blood-colored lightning.
Expressionlessly, Chen Ling raised his gun, the muzzle aiming at that rapidly approaching streak of blood color, and slowly spoke:
"For the restart of human civilization..."
"I judge you to death."