I Won
In the distant accumulated snow, Mo Lian slowly lifted the brim of his Bowler Hat with his fingertips.
He looked at the vermilion Theatrical Robe that stood up from Jiang Xiaohua's body in the distance, standing tall in the wind and snow. Emotion and mockery surfaced in his eyes,
"As expected of the [Borrowing the Moon] path... Bai Ye oh Bai Ye, you clearly possess such a special ability, why didn't you use it where it should be used..."
"As long as you want to, you could completely toy with this Fusionist of a World-Ending Calamity in the palm of your hand. If your methods are appropriate, you could even manipulate his memories alone to destroy all the Human Domains one by one."
"This is a super weapon capable of overriding the Silver King..."
Mo Lian's hands glowed with the faint light of the [Heart Python]. The more he murmured, the more excited he became, and the corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably.
Having just stolen the ability to steal memories, and then seeing the rumored World-Ending Calamity Fusionist, gave Mo Lian the thrill of an unexpected windfall falling from the sky. He was very clear in his heart that these two things combined were enough to unleash a nearly invincible power!
As long as he manipulated him properly, it was even possible to use the Calamity of Mockery to flatten the Wuji Domain and kill the Silver King!
Before that, he would first use the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path for practice...
He just didn't know how long this Ancient Vault, which had been lost for hundreds of years, could hold up under the power of the Calamity of Mockery?
Just as Mo Lian was looking forward to Chen Ling's death and the Calamity of Mockery's birth, an abnormal change suddenly occurred!
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[Audience Expectation Value +3]
[Current Expectation Value: 57%]
Two lines of text swiped across Chen Ling's eyes, and he slightly froze.
Before he could realize anything, the wind and snow in front of him seemed to be abruptly torn apart by a pair of palms. A black-clad figure holding a Long Sword walked over head-on, bringing with him monstrous killing intent and resentment.
"Chen——Ling——!!!"
The moment he saw that person's face clearly, Chen Ling's brow gradually furrowed;
"It's actually you." Chen Ling spoke indifferently, "Strange... I clearly killed you with my own hands, why aren't you dead yet?"
"Why should I die... why do I deserve to die??"
Jian Changsheng's eyes were full of bloodshot veins. He glared at Chen Ling, or perhaps at his own bumpy fate, and roared in anger!
"I served as a servant for others for so many years, and finally got a chance to shake off fate! How can I die here... Whether you are a monster or an evil creature! I, Jian Changsheng, will absolutely not accept fate!!"
Jian Changsheng was like a black beast, whistling as he charged towards the vermilion Theatrical Robe in the wind and snow!
So fast!
Chen Ling was shocked in his heart. Compared to his memory, Jian Changsheng's speed was already much faster, but surprisingly he was also able to react in time, using the Bone-Stripping Knife in his hand to block the sword blade at the first moment!
Clang clang clang——!
The Bone-Stripping Knife and Long Sword collided rapidly, letting out crisp and violent ringing sounds. Terrifying power continuously lifted off the surrounding ground.
Both Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng were surprised by their skyrocketing Combat Power, but as white light continuously flashed above their heads, the two simply had no time to think about the reason. Endless bewilderment and emptiness filled their minds.
Both of them had forgotten the vast majority of their skills, only retaining the most basic combat instincts. The Bone-Stripping Knife and the sword blade continuously slashed and wounded each other's bodies, and in a short moment, they turned into two blood-covered people.
Under this situation, both sides' [Blood Robe] were subconsciously activated, and their Combat Power continuously skyrocketed!
Seeing that the two were locked in an inextricable fight, with a thought, Chen Ling quickly distanced himself from Jian Changsheng, pointing the pitch-black muzzle at Little Jian's bloody body...
He still had a powerful skill, which was the [Judgment Court] drawn from Han Meng.
As Chen Ling's killing intent wildly spread, an Oppressive Aura at the Domain level suddenly descended. The aura of Judgment coldly locked onto the charging Jian Changsheng, and a suffocating feeling of imminent death continuously climbed in the latter's heart...
No...
Jian Changsheng had been defeated by this skill last time, but this time, this skill was even more terrifying, so terrifying that he couldn't even muster a trace of thought to resist.
The vermilion Theatrical Robe danced wildly in the wind. Jian Changsheng even saw his own impending death in that pitch-black muzzle.
"For the restart of human civilization..."
"I sentence you to death."
Chen Ling pulled the trigger.
The world-destroying Judgment did not occur, and Jian Changsheng was not decomposed into nothingness under this strike... The blood-covered Jian Changsheng blankly opened his eyes, discovering that he was surprisingly still alive, his eyes full of incomprehension.
"[Judgment Court] didn't activate... why?" Chen Ling looked at his palm and muttered to himself.
The activation of [Judgment Court] required a "pretext".
This "pretext" was established by Chen Ling, but it had to be consistent with Chen Ling's inner heart. He couldn't act against his conscience, nor could he casually frame someone... His usually infallible "restart pretext" had surprisingly failed in front of Jian Changsheng this time...
This showed that deep in his inner heart, Jian Changsheng was not an enemy of the restart of human civilization, and even less his enemy?
Why?
The failure of Chen Ling's [Judgment Court] made Jian Changsheng's eyes light up. He grabbed this flaw without hesitation, thrust his sword into Chen Ling's abdomen, and slashed horizontally with force!
Dripping fresh blood splashed onto the accumulated snow. Chen Ling was nearly cut in half by this strike, and under Jian Changsheng's collision, his whole person stumbled backwards and fell to the ground.
"Hahahahaha!! Chen Ling!! This time, I won!!"
Looking at Chen Ling covered in blood beneath him, Jian Changsheng couldn't help but laugh loudly. He lifted the blood-stained Long Sword in his hands and was about to stab it towards Chen Ling's throat!
In the next moment, the sword blade flashing with cold light stopped in mid-air.
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Forgetting Progress: 70%
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In the vast wind and snow, Sun Bumian followed the footprints beneath him, stumbling step by step back the way he came.
Sun Bumian didn't remember where he was, nor did he remember why he appeared here. He only knew that once he recovered his senses, he had already walked very far in the unknown snowy ground...
After being blankly stunned in the snowy ground for a long time, he still chose to follow the footprints from when he came, tracing back in reverse. He wanted to know how he, who had been performing a lion dance just a second ago, had arrived here in the blink of an eye.
As he gradually went deeper into the wind and snow, a large patch of scarlet bloody ground entered his line of sight.
A figure draped in a vermilion Theatrical Robe had almost been cut in half, lying in the center of the blood color... And beside him, a figure staggered backwards, the sword in his hand falling to the ground with a clang.
"I... I... Did I kill someone?"
Jian Changsheng's face was deathly pale. He blankly looked at the blood-stained Long Sword he had just dropped, and the dying bloody figure in front of him, his body trembling from fear.
"I killed someone... no... how could I kill someone..."
"What have I done..."
"If Young Master Yan finds out, I will definitely be held accountable by the chamber of commerce, and my dad will probably be implicated too... He was clearly just about to shake off the slave contract... It's over... everything's over..."