I Have Come to Take Back a Person's Soul
Jian Changsheng slightly turned his head, looking at the last participant still alive around him.
That participant violently shivered, staggering backward... Even though he knew dying here wouldn't mean true death, under the oppression of Jian Changsheng's surging Killing Intent, he still began to fear death.
He staggered back step by step away from the Heaven-Reaching Star Position, his face incomparably pale!
"Brother, brother... I know I was wrong, I won't fight with you for this Heaven-Reaching Star Position, alright?"
Jian Changsheng didn't answer. He merely watched this person before him quietly. The blood-colored Long Sword in his hand let out a burst of thunder, shooting out explosively, piercing through his chest at a speed untraceable by the naked eye!
Bang—!
A ball of blood mist exploded on his body. Under that extremely terrified gaze, a corpse devoid of vitality plopped to the ground.
The Killing Intent on Jian Changsheng's body skyrocketed once again. The black divine ring of Killing Intent rotated behind him, as if it had already condensed into substance!
Twelve times amplification!
The starlight of the Heaven-Reaching Star Position circulated silently. Around that throne, there was no longer anyone else existing, leaving only a ground littered with corpses and extremely viscous pools of blood.
The blood-bathed Jian Changsheng, holding the sword in one hand, slowly walked in front of that towering throne.
All the competitors for this Heaven-Reaching Star Position had all been killed by him. As long as he maintained his current state and stayed here until the final moment, he could sit upon it... Looking at this seat capable of Defying Fate, a smear of complexity surfaced in Jian Changsheng's eyes.
His blood-stained fingertips gently rubbed the armrest of the seat, as if feeling its hardness and temperature, somewhat reluctant to part with it, yet also somewhat envious...
The [Privilege] in his hand bloomed with light once again, continuously flickering like a countdown.
"It's about time." Jian Changsheng muttered to himself,
"You do not belong to me... Wait for your fated person."
As his voice fell, Jian Changsheng held his sword and turned around.
A drop of fresh blood shot through the air rapidly from his side into the distance, and his figure instantly vanished from its spot!
...
Under the pitch-black night sky,
Kongwang formed hand seals with both hands, soul humming crazily radiating towards the surroundings. Beneath his lowered eyelids, a pair of pupils locked onto the participants rushing over miserably in the distance.
These participants came from all directions. Aside from a very few with powerful souls, almost everyone else was affected, and hardly anyone still had spare energy to guard the Heaven-Reaching Star Positions... Whether it was the surviving referees or the few participants, everyone was converging on Kongwang's location!
If they didn't kill Kongwang, everyone would die!
Mr. Han on the Clock Tower, while maintaining the [Kingdom of the Dying], frowned at the melee in the distance, sighing heavily in his heart.
He moved his gaze towards the several starlight divine pillars in the distance scattered across various parts of the Old District, piercing straight into the clouds.
"Relying on these young people, wanting to defeat Kongwang is almost an impossible task. I wonder how long the Tower to Heaven side will need... I hope they can make it in time."
Just then, Mr. Han finally discovered something, muttering to himself in bewilderment,
"Why are there still six Heaven-Reaching Star Positions... Has the seventh star position still not been activated by anyone up until now?"
As a loud bang rang out, a few participants who charged into the clouds attempting to stop Kongwang were knocked down from a distance by a giant force that shattered the sky, smashing into the earth like meteorites, with continuous smoke and dust surging up.
Kongwang, controlling the army of souls, coldly overlooked those participants rushing out one after another under the soul screech. A cold gleam flashed through his Yin-Yang pupils, his lips parting lightly...
"[Quake]!"
The souls of the three participants closest to him instantly left their bodies, and in the next moment, their heads were cut open by sharp Ink and Brush. Following the spurting fresh blood, the three souls were extracted from their bodies, becoming one of Kongwang's continuous sources of power!
Three souls were drained dry by the chains, and [Fudi]'s soul became increasingly solid. Kongwang took a step into the void, and the ultimate Path of Force directly blasted the air, letting out sharp explosive screeching. Several participants were shaken until they spat blood and flew backward!
In front of the current Kongwang, the young Divine Pathway prodigies from various realms were as fragile as paper mache. For a time, actually no one could take even a single move of his... This was fundamentally a one-sided slaughter.
"Should we make a move?" 7 of Clubs walked beside a certain inconspicuous participant, speaking in a deep voice.
"No, unless it's the final moment, we absolutely cannot make a move." That person swept a glance around. "Don't forget, this is the Tianshu Domain, and right now outside are the realm representatives, as well as all the top Combat Power of the Tower to Heaven. It's a true inescapable net...
Once we expose our true strength, our identities will mostly likely be exposed as well. Even if we kill this Kongwang, those people from the Tianshu Domain couldn't possibly allow the Dusk Society to leave."
"But if we don't make a move now, in a moment when the Path of Ghosts kills everyone else, he'll still come for us... We can't just hand our souls over to the Path of Ghosts, right?"
"Wait a bit longer... I believe the Five Great Realms won't just sit and wait for death like this. They must be taking measures, perhaps there will still be a turning point."
"... Damn it, if I knew I wouldn't have come to join this excitement." 7 of Clubs cursed.
"Right, where is Seven of Hearts?"
"Oh, he died long ago, didn't you see? The most embarrassing and tattered one in that Path of Ghosts' army of souls is him."
"Hiss..."
While they were whispering to each other, Kongwang took the opportunity to kill two more participants.
As fresh blood dyed the earth red, the number of participants and the previously fleeing referees was frantically decreasing. At a rough estimate, the number of people still alive within the entire Old District right now already didn't exceed fifteen.
At this speed, Kongwang slaughtering the Old District within five minutes might not be impossible.
New souls floated up from behind Kongwang. He floated in mid-air like an unstoppable demon god. The ultimate Path of Force gathered in his palm, and at the same time, those boulders scattered all over the battlefield all began to gather towards mid-air, outlining a giant rake in an instant!
Kongwang's peripheral vision glanced at the only remaining 7 of Clubs and others to the side...
He casually raised his hand and waved.
The sky-covering Path of Force rake whistled as it broke through the air, as if it was going to directly blast the entire block into fragments. Just as it was about to smash down, a blood shadow rapidly swept across the horizon!
Boom—!!
Accompanied by five overlapping thunderclaps in the sky, the blood-colored sword shadow directly chiseled through the rake in mid-air. Shattered boulders spilled onto the earth like raindrops, and the rake began to disintegrate in the air!
Kongwang's brows slightly furrowed, lightly dodging sideways. That Long Sword that had chiseled through the boulders almost brushed past his cheek as it flew through mid-air, and after crashing through a building, half of it submerged into the ruins of the earth.
Kongwang's Yin-Yang pupils narrowed slightly.
A figure with a mullet haircut in black clothes, carrying a divine ring of Killing Intent on his back, appeared out of thin air. His palm calmly held the bloodstain on the hilt of the Long Sword, which was precisely the medium for his instant teleportation...
Jian Changsheng slowly pulled the blood-colored Long Sword out from the ruins, his cold gaze looking up at Kongwang floating in the air.
"This Killing Intent... Interesting." Kongwang sized up Jian Changsheng, seemingly sensing something from that divine ring of Killing Intent, his brows slightly furrowing. "Who are you?"
"My name is Jian Changsheng."
Jian Changsheng held the sword in one hand, speaking calmly, "I have come to take back a person's soul."