Chapter 1076: Scarlet Slaughter

When those scarlet pupils looked here, everyone's heartbeat seemed to stop...

They had all seen the Silver King's miserable state just now. That legendary "End-Time Stealing God," a Ninth-Rank existence nearly invincible in the world, had no power to fight back in front of [Mock], let alone them, who weren't even Ninth-Rank?

A suffocating silence filled the dark world. Under the terrifying pressure, for a time, no one dared to move, seemingly afraid that even a slight shift would attract the monster's attention.

The next moment, the "human figure" on the pale ruins vanished into thin air.

Red Sleeve was startled and blinked subconsciously. Immediately after, a warmth came from beside her. She raised her hand to touch her cheek, her hand full of scarlet blood, thick and scalding.

That was not her blood.

Red Sleeve's pupils contracted slightly. She turned her head stiffly to look beside her, only to see the Scholar, who had been standing not far away, already turned into a bloody mess. A broken scroll had pierced through his chest from behind, and large amounts of blood sprayed onto the ground and walls, staining the dark world with black, like a murder scene in a nightmare...

The Scholar's eyes were wide open in madness, his pale face full of confusion and astonishment, as if he hadn't reacted at all to what had happened.

He lowered his head stiffly and slowly, seeing the scroll fragments piercing through his chest. Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth uncontrollably. Those eyeballs, almost popping out of their sockets, subconsciously looked at Red Sleeve, who was closest to him, his gaze full of pleading and sorrow.

"Save... me..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his whole body exploded like fireworks!

Fragmented flesh and sharp bone shards splashed onto everyone nearby. A Judgment Deputy standing at the pinnacle of human combat power had just collapsed into a blood mist in front of everyone...

Without even a chance to resist.

In the hazy blood mist, the blurry "human figure" stood there holding half a scroll, ghost-like, a pair of mocking pupils emitting a scarlet light that made one's scalp crawl.

It wasn't until the Scholar's flesh and blood splashed onto them that they reacted. Unprecedented horror and fear appeared in their eyes. Ning Ruyu's shout pierced the silence, echoing in the ears of every Twilight Society member:

"Run!! Run in different directions!!"

Chu Muyun, Jin Fugui, Plum Blossom 8, Red Heart 9... All the Twilight Society members present, whether they were number cards or "J" or "Q," were suddenly awakened at this moment and, without hesitation, used all their strength to run for their lives in different directions!

If they had been able to be leisurely while being hunted by the Judgment Deputies before, they were truly panicked now... No one was joking around; even Jin Fugui and Red Heart 9 didn't have time to make a single sarcastic remark. Everyone held their breath, afraid that if they were half a beat slow, they would become toys for the [Mock] calamity.

After killing the Scholar in seconds, the "human figure" had no intention of stopping. Those scarlet pupils swept toward Red Sleeve, who was closest, and her heart skipped a beat!

Red Sleeve reacted extremely quickly. Her Shura killing intent erupted, and the black aura, nearly solidified, poured into the long spear in her hand. Using all her strength, while retreating wildly, she threw the long spear at the "human figure" with all her might!

But the moment the spear left her hand, it turned into red butterflies flying all over the sky like a magic trick, dreamily fluttering in front of the investigator's trench coat. The full-force strike of the [Shura] leader had just lightly turned into an ornamental rain of red paper...

The scattered red papers didn't disappear but suddenly came alive like pythons, wrapping around Red Sleeve's limbs at an astonishing speed!

Where these red papers brushed, Red Sleeve's body disappeared directly, leaving only some patterns and colors on the surface of the red paper, as if her hands and feet had been directly dimensionally reduced, turning from three-dimensional flesh into flat patterns on the red paper... Red Sleeve could feel her body gradually losing sensation.

"No..."

A ruthless look flashed in Red Sleeve's eyes. She twisted her body in mid-air, and her black killing intent directly severed her own limbs. Abandoning the broken arms wrapped in red paper, only her torso escaped, crashing heavily onto the ground not far away, and scarlet blood instantly flowed into a pool.

But the next moment, a "human figure" appeared silently in front of her.

Having lost her limbs, Red Sleeve entered a state of severe injury. Under the blessing of the blood clothes, her killing intent erupted again, and the killing intent, nearly Ninth-Rank, surged toward the "human figure" like countless fine knives, enough to cut any creature into pieces.

The "human figure" didn't care about this killing intent at all. It just raised its hand casually, and the mysterious power of "negation" directly tore a hideous gap in the killing intent. A pitch-black palm magnified rapidly in Red Sleeve's pupils...

This palm was aimed directly at Red Sleeve's soul.

No matter how hard it was to kill Red Sleeve as the [Shura] leader, her soul could not regenerate like her body. If the Calamity of Mockery directly obliterated her soul, even Red Sleeve would have no way out.

Just as the "human figure's" palm was about to touch Red Sleeve's forehead, the earth beneath her suddenly cracked, and she fell directly into it. Then the earth healed at an astonishing speed, as if the cracks had never appeared.

The "human figure's" hand froze in mid-air, and its scarlet gaze slowly looked not far away...

A farmer carrying a hoe was looking here with a pale face, a touch of determination appearing in those wary eyes.

But the next moment, he widened his eyes in astonishment, because the crack that had healed beneath the "human figure" actually opened again in reverse, and Red Sleeve's figure rose rapidly from the ground, seemingly about to return to the "human figure's" hand...

[Mock] just watched the farmer, its scarlet pupils full of mockery.

At the same time, it also raised its hand and slowly reached toward the farmer...

"Stop."

A voice interrupted the "human figure's" action.

Four figures landed from different directions simultaneously, surrounding the "human figure"...

Ning Ruyu, Luan Mei, Wen Renyou, and Mo Jiao looked at the "human figure" with complex expressions. After taking a deep breath, they simultaneously wiped their faces, and the four face masks of "Sheng, Dan, Jing, Mo" were exposed to the air!

"Don't use Little Junior Brother's identity to kill people wantonly anymore..." Ning Ruyu, in white, gripped the long spear in his hand, his tone incredibly cold, "Otherwise, Little Junior Brother will be sad when he returns."

No emotion could be seen on [Mock]'s face; it remained the same eternal mockery and playfulness.

It released its palm, letting Red Sleeve's figure fall back into the ground crack, and letting the farmer sit weakly on the ground, then slowly swept its gaze over the four people in front of it...

Perhaps it was the natural enemy of the Play God Path, the disgust and hatred for the Play God Path, or perhaps it was because the four of them carried the aura of that person—cold light flickered in the "human figure's" scarlet pupils...

A terrifying killing intent that made the hearts of Ning Ruyu and the others tremble spread through the air.

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"I Am Not the Play God" had its first offline signing event in Beijing today~ I'm very happy to meet everyone. There wasn't enough time, so there's only one chapter (doge).

I'll kill the Silver King tomorrow to liven things up for you all.