Welcoming the Red Dust
Witnessing the attacks they unleashed turn to dust with just a light flick of Chen Ling's sleeve, the nurous Rank 8 Marquis of Thoroughness present were simultaneously stunned.
"I don't have ti to waste with you."
Chen Ling stood at the front of the train, his gaze looking at the shattered Inner Wall continuously approaching ahead, and spoke calmly.
He raised the palm under his sleeve and grabbed at the empty air toward the nurous Rank 8 Marquis of Thoroughness pursuing from behind...
Boom——!!!
In the next second, the earth of the block shook and shattered. Five massive Poisonous Insects poured from rock and concrete frantically danced and drilled out from underground, charging straight toward several Rank 8 Marquis of Thoroughness in midair!
"What are these things?!" Seeing these monsters exuding the aura of Rank 8 Poison Chiefs, the Marquis' hearts jumped.
Before they could recover their wits, these five ferocious Poisonous Insects charged among them, completely disrupting their formation, plunging them into a chaotic lee for a ti.
But even with five Poisonous Insects, they could only block a portion of the Rank 8 Marquis of Thoroughness. Their numbers were truly too many. The other portion directly bypassed the chaotic battlefield and continued pursuing Chen Ling's back!
Watching the front of the train, and the back of the flying Theatrical Robe on the front of the train, getting closer and closer to them, the auras of the Marquis climbed once again. One after another, Divine Pathways extended toward the sky...
Right at this mont,
Four ghost-like figures appeared out of thin air on the eaves where fireworks were resplendent.
The four Opera Masks of Male Lead, Female Lead, Painted Face Role, and Secondary Male Role appeared particularly mysterious under the flickering firelight. The Oppressive Aura of the Theater Dao diffused from the void. They seed like incarnations of characters walking out from the long river of history. Just standing there, countless character residual shadows overlapped with them across different tis and spaces...
Each of them represented tens of thousands of The Role. The profound cultural heritage was like four great mountains suppressing the space between the nurous Marquis and the speeding train, like an insurmountable natural moat.
"What a profound aura..."
"Why are there suddenly so many powerful Theater Dao in this world?"
Feeling the oppressiveness brought by these four people, everyone couldn't help but gasp... They even had an inexplicable feeling that standing before them were not enemies possessing the Theater Dao, but the Theater Dao itself.
The white-clothed Ning Ruyu held a Long Spear in his hand. The whistling fierce wind blew his clothes, making them flap loudly. His eyes calmly watched the crowd flying over, and he spoke in a deep voice:
"I won't let you disturb Little Junior Brother..."
"You people..."
"Don't even think about getting past!"
Clang——
The spear humd like a dragon's roar. The four figures swept out simultaneously, like a wall of the Theater Dao, forcefully intercepting the chaotic Rank 8 Marquis of Thoroughness in midair!
Bursts of explosions sounded in the air behind him.
Chen Ling looked back at those four figures in Theatrical Robes, his lips pursed slightly...
He took a deep breath, his gaze looking forward again. As the domain train advanced rampantly, he had already passed through the Inner Wall of the Bastion shattered by Sun Bumian, and a silently fluttering Small Flower appeared in his field of vision.
That was the Red Dust Domain.
The last ti he ca to the Red Dust Domain, Chen Ling was both disguising and sneaking. But this ti, he returned here in an extrely high-profile, even overbearing manner...
Shattering the Inner Wall, forcefully crashing through the Outer Wall, riding a train, traversing the Bastion, turning everything here upside down.
Nine years of ti had passed. Now Chen Ling's wings had fully grown in this era, he no longer needed to be cautious.
Today,
He was going to openly and aboveboard welco the awakening of the Lord of the Red Dust.
Under the sleeves of the Theatrical Robe, Chen Ling silently clenched his fists, a soul-stirring faint light emitting from his scarlet eyes.
Buzz——!!!
The whistle roared, and the train just crashed headfirst into the edge of the Red Dust Domain and disappeared without a trace.
...
Roar——!!
The Awakened Lion roared, and seven-colored flas burned fiercely in the chanism Domain.
With the spread of the flas, those chanisms traced out from the void seed to be affected by so kind of bad luck and began to experience so unexpected malfunctions and stagnation.
Among the creaking chanisms, a lion shadow exuding the aura of Auspicious On was flashing at an extrely fast speed.
"What a strong Theater Dao..."
The Duke of Stars frowned tightly, "Can such a powerful Theater Dao actually appear in this era too? To the point that even we find it hard to parry?"
"Theater Dao, Awakened Lion... I always feel like I've heard of it before." Duke Su fell into deep thought.
Suddenly, Duke Su seed to have sensed sothing, her gaze looking toward a certain direction in the void...
In that direction, outside the Red Dust Domain, two Faith threads extended toward the sky. If she closed her eyes, she could see in her heart two figures exuding Path of the Courtesan auras fighting with all their might.
Under the blood-rust colored firmant, a man and a woman were fighting to the death.
Duke Su's gaze didn't linger on that man for long, directly landing on the woman in the black dress...
Her beautiful eyes flowing, the red threads on Liu Qingyan fell into Duke Su's eyes, making her space out for a ti... She just looked at Liu Qingyan like this, her gaze going from the initial surprise to appreciation, and then to envy.
Her expression revealed a touch of complexity.
At the sa ti, Liu Qingyan, who was fighting Eunuch Zuo, also seed to have noticed a certain gaze and looked in this direction with confusion.
Above the void, it was completely empty.
"...That Path of the Arts, his condition seems to be getting worse and worse." The voice of the Duke of Stars pulled Duke Su's consciousness back to reality. "Fortunately he doesn't have much lifespan left, and his Combat Power is gradually weakening. Just that Theater Dao alone is enough of a headache for us... With him added in, we really wouldn't be able to parry."
Duke Su was silent for a long ti. Looking in the direction of Yao Qing, she still couldn't help but speak:
"Why can't we let them live? Must we do it this way?"
"This is Your Majesty's intention." The Duke of Stars shook his head, "All of Your Majesty's decisions are for the good of humanity... If we don't suppress them, the world will be in chaos."
"But what if we simply cannot suppress them? It's already in great chaos outside now. I have a premonition... today, everything might not go as smoothly as we think." Duke Su pursed her lips slightly, "If we are destined to be unable to suppress them... why must we persist?"
"In this world, where is there any destiny? You always have to try to know... Duke Su, you are too easily soft-hearted."
The Duke of Stars paused for a mont, "And don't forget, even if we can't hold on, there are still seven Dukes of the State around Red Dust... We will not lose this battle."
Duke Su hesitated to speak.
Buzz——!!!
A roar ca from a certain direction in the Red Dust Domain.
The two Dukes who were dealing with Sun Bumian simultaneously paused and looked in the direction the sound ca from... They saw on the mottled earth, a train like a black beast speeding over amidst billowing steam!
A trace of astonishnt surfaced in the Duke of Stars' eyes:
"How..."
"Another one??"
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