Demigod Little Jian
On this Stage, Chen Ling couldn't use any skills, only the purest combat and will, and those Audience mbers were the sa.
But the difference between Chen Ling and the "Audience" was that he had experienced too much on the Stage. He had learned the combat of the Path of the Soldier, learned First Senior Brother's battle tactics, experienced hundreds of battles, and narrowly escaped death... His combat level was far above other "Audience" mbers.
In a one-on-one situation, Chen Ling previously instantly killed the "trash-talking Audience" who climbed onto the Stage to replace him, but this ti he had to face endless opponents.
After Chen Ling instantly killed several "Audience" mbers, over a dozen figures sward up. They directly crowded beside Chen Ling, restricting his space for every movent and punch. Every move he made was incredibly strenuous, and at the sa ti, countless palms rained down all over his body.
Pain filled his mind. Chen Ling gritted his teeth and forcefully endured all the attacks, trying to fight out a path from the crowd punch after punch. But the longer he was trapped, the more "Audience" mbers surrounded him. Like ants stepping on their companions' shoulders, they directly pounced violently on Chen Ling's body from above...
One, two, three... ten, eleven...
Countless black shadows crowded together, directly subrging Chen Ling's figure. They stacked one on top of another, like a black pyramid rising from the ground, pressing Chen Ling tightly at the very bottom, unable to move the slightest bit!
On this Stage, Chen Ling had no power advantage whatsoever. After all, in the final analysis, he was an "Audience" mber just like the other black shadows. At this ti, he could only rely on his will to prop up his legs so he wouldn't fall... He was very clear that once he fell, there would be no possibility of standing back up.
Just at this ti, a loud bang ca from the "Performance" behind the curtain!
...
Boom——!!!
Monstrous Killing Intent shot straight into the sky, completely shattering the cracked Optical Disc into pieces. At this mont, a Demigod Tier Oppressive Aura descended upon the world!
"This is..."
Heavily injured on the ground, Hong Xiu barely recovered the vision of one eye. Seeing this black pillar of Killing Intent tearing through the sky vault, shock and bewildernt surfaced in her eyes,
"A Demigod of the Path of the Soldier... and the [Asura] Path?"
"How is this possible?"
Hong Xiu herself was standing on the steps of Rank 8, closest to the Demigod Position of Rank 9. She was very clear that there was simply no Path of the Soldier Demigod in this era; that position was currently empty... But now, a genuine Demigod's Aura of the Path of the Soldier just appeared before her eyes like this.
And right at the instant that Killing Intent shot into the sky, Hong Xiu could feel so kind of power blessing her being withdrawn and integrating into that person's body...
She was no longer the Pathway Chief of [Asura].
Now, the na of the [Asura] Pathway Chief... was called Jian Changsheng.
"S... Spades????"
Sun Bumian opened his mouth in shock. He personally saw a figure tearing through the nothingness beside him, slowly walking out, and the Round Sunglasses on the bridge of his nose almost fell to the ground... Jiang Xiaohua beside him also slightly opened his mouth, expressing surprise.
That was a figure wearing a black leather jacket, the hem of his clothes silently blowing under the sky-piercing Killing Intent. A determined and fierce face appeared in everyone's line of sight.
He was the dead last who had almost no opportunity to participate in battle since the great war...
He was the rookie Six of Spades ignored by everyone.
But now, Demigod Tier Killing Intent surged wildly from his body. Just standing there made people unable to look directly at him. He represented the pinnacle of slaughter in this era!
Jian Changsheng's pupils had already been dyed black, but still maintained the brilliance of reason. His shoulders drooped slightly, as if carrying unprecedented pressure, walking forward slowly and determinedly, every step leaving deep marks on the earth.
"How did you..." Han ng felt the oppressive feeling coming from the Path of the Soldier brought by Jian Changsheng, his eyes full of surprise.
Jian Changsheng didn't answer.
He just kept his head lowered, his right hand grabbing at the air in the Killing Intent dancing wildly beside him. A Long Sword completely pitch-black like the abyss, wrapped in black flas of Killing Intent, was pulled out from nothingness!!
The instant that sword appeared, the thick clouds in the sky and the hazy starlight further above slowly moved to both sides, as if so power forcefully cut them open.
Holding the sword with one hand, that wolf-tail figure exuding a Demigod's Aura finally raised his head slightly...
He walked straight towards Han ng.
"Step aside, junior."
Jian Changsheng's voice sounded indifferently, "You're blocking the way."
Han ng: ...?
Han ng blanked out. He simply didn't block Jian Changsheng's way; it was the other party who took the initiative to walk towards him first... But hearing these familiar words, Han ng's expression was sowhat subtle.
The words Han ng unintentionally spoke turned into a boorang, finally letting Jian Changsheng find an opportunity to throw them back. A certain soone who held grudges finally had an opportunity to get back at him. Even if he was being pressed by a Demigod's Aura, he still had to be slightly willful...
After all, it was hard to say whether he would have the opportunity to be willful again in the future.
Han ng looked at Jian Changsheng with a weird expression, ultimately still making way for him. The latter didn't look at him again, but carried the sword, step by step, heading straight towards the Calamity of Mockery.
Red Paper fluttered, Killing Intent soared to the sky;
From this mont on, everyone's breathing almost stagnated nervously...
The instant Jian Changsheng's Killing Intent erupted, [Mockery] noticed his existence. Carrying the Great Red Paper Umbrella, he stood in place, simultaneously dividing his attention to suppress the red and black fire surging from his body while looking over here. It was unknown what those scarlet pupils were thinking.
"Calamity of Mockery!" Jian Changsheng took a deep breath, his voice sounding like explosive thunder,
"I'm gonna beat you to a pulp!!!"
Holding the Killing Intent Long Sword, his figure wildly sped out!!
This ti, his line was no longer "Heaven and Earth Execute Together", but changed to "I'm gonna beat you to a pulp". This exactly showed that the one controlling the body was not Bai Qi, but Jian Changsheng himself... Hearing these words, the corners of the Red King's mouth slightly curled up in the nothingness to the side.
Standing in a corner no one noticed, his Theatrical Robe swaying without wind, those eyes gazing at Jian Changsheng surrounded by Killing Intent, his gaze was incomparably complex:
"Good kid, rember this feeling..."
"In the future, the only one in the world who can suppress the Calamity of Mockery for Chen Ling... will only be you."
Boom——!!!
As Jian Changsheng raised his sword, earth-shattering Killing Intent streaked across the sky vault, and heaven and earth lost their color... And the tip of that Killing Intent Long Sword pointed at the "human figure" holding the red umbrella.
This was Jian Changsheng's first ti controlling Demigod power. He didn't understand any exquisite techniques. To the current him, the only thing he could do was go all out with every strike, grit his teeth, risk his life, and slash out the strongest strike!
Feeling the Path of the Soldier Killing Intent transmitted from this sword, [Mockery] could no longer ignore it.
He held the umbrella with one hand, and the other hand was forced to give up sealing the flas surging on his body, grabbing towards that sword slashing across the sky vault...
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