Chapter 1084: Demigod Little Jian

On this stage, Chen Ling could not use any skills; there was only the purest combat and willpower, and the same was true for the audience members.

But the difference between Chen Ling and the "audience" was that he had experienced too much on the stage. He had learned the combat techniques of the Soldier God Path, learned the battle tactics of his Senior Brother, and had been through a hundred battles, surviving death time and again... His combat level was far above the other "audience members."

In a one-on-one situation, Chen Ling had instantly killed the "loudmouth audience member" who climbed onto the stage to replace him last time, but this time he had to face endless opponents.

After Chen Ling instantly killed a few "audience members," a dozen figures swarmed up. They crowded directly around Chen Ling, restricting the space for every move and punch he made. Every action was incredibly strenuous, and at the same time, countless palms rained down on his entire body.

Pain flooded his mind. Chen Ling gritted his teeth and resisted all the attacks, trying to fight his way out of the crowd with punch after punch. But the longer he was trapped, the more "audience members" surrounded him. They stepped on their companions' shoulders like ants, pouncing directly onto Chen Ling’s body from above...

One, two, three... ten, eleven...

Countless black shadows crowded together, directly submerging Chen Ling’s figure. They stacked one on top of another like a black pyramid rising from the ground, pinning Chen Ling firmly at the very bottom, unable to move an inch!

On this stage, Chen Ling had no power advantage. After all, in the end, he was just an "audience member" like the other black shadows. At this moment, he could only rely on his willpower to support his legs and keep himself from falling... He knew very well that once he fell, there would be no possibility of standing up again.

Just then, a loud noise came from the "performance" behind the curtain!

……

Boom—!!!

A monstrous killing intent shot into the sky, shattering the cracked disc into pieces. At this moment, the pressure of a demigod descended upon the world!

"This is..."

Hong Xiu, who was severely injured on the ground, barely recovered the vision in one eye. She saw this pillar of black killing intent tearing through the clouds, and shock and confusion appeared in her eyes.

"Soldier God Path demigod... or the [Asura] path?"

"How is this possible?"

Hong Xiu herself stood on the threshold of Tier 8, closest to the position of a Tier 9 demigod. She knew very well that there was no Soldier God Path demigod in this era; that position was currently empty... But now, the pressure of a genuine Soldier God Path demigod had appeared right before her eyes.

And the moment that killing intent shot into the sky, Hong Xiu could feel a certain power that had been blessing her being drawn away and merging into that person’s body...

She was no longer the leader of the [Asura].

Now, the name of the [Asura] leader... was Jian Changsheng.

"Spade... Spade????"

Sun Bumian opened his mouth in shock. He watched with his own eyes as a figure tore through the void beside him and walked out slowly. The small round sunglasses on his nose were about to fall to the ground... Jiang Xiaohua, beside him, also opened her mouth slightly, showing surprise.

It was a figure in a black leather jacket, the hem of his clothes fluttering silently under the soaring killing intent, and a resolute and sharp face appeared in everyone’s view.

He was the laggard who had hardly had a chance to participate in the war since it began...

The newcomer, Spade 6, who had been ignored by everyone.

But now, demigod-level killing intent surged from his body. Just standing there made it impossible to look directly at him; he represented the peak of slaughter in this era!

Jian Changsheng’s pupils were already dyed black, but he maintained the brilliance of reason. His shoulders drooped slightly, as if carrying unprecedented pressure, and he walked forward slowly and firmly, leaving deep marks on the ground with every step.

"How did you..." Han Meng felt the pressure from the Soldier God Path brought by Jian Changsheng, his eyes full of surprise.

Jian Changsheng did not answer.

He just lowered his head, his right hand gripping the air amidst the killing intent dancing beside him, and a long sword, pitch-black like an abyss, was pulled from the void, carrying black flames of killing intent!!

The moment that sword appeared, the thick clouds in the sky and the hazy starlight further above moved slowly to the sides, as if some power had forcibly cut them apart.

Holding the sword in one hand, the figure with the wolf tail, exuding demigod pressure, finally raised his head slightly...

He walked straight toward Han Meng.

"Move aside, junior."

Jian Changsheng’s voice sounded faintly. "You're blocking the way."

Han Meng: ...?

Han Meng was stunned. He wasn't blocking Jian Changsheng’s way at all; the other party had taken the initiative to walk toward him... But hearing these familiar words, Han Meng’s expression was a bit subtle.

The words Han Meng had said inadvertently had turned into a boomerang, finally giving Jian Changsheng a chance to throw them back. Someone who held a grudge had finally found a chance to get back at him, and even if he was being pressed down by demigod pressure, he had to be a little willful...

After all, it was hard to say if he would have another chance to be willful in the future.

Han Meng looked at Jian Changsheng with a strange expression, but eventually gave him a path. The latter didn't look at him again, but carried his sword and walked straight toward the Calamity of Mockery, step by step.

Red paper fluttered, killing intent soared into the sky;

From this moment on, everyone’s breathing almost stopped from tension...

The moment Jian Changsheng’s killing intent erupted, Mockery noticed his existence. It stood in place, carrying the large red paper umbrella, distracted by suppressing the red and black fire emerging from its body, while looking over here, its scarlet eyes wondering what it was thinking.

"Calamity of Mockery!" Jian Changsheng took a deep breath, his voice sounding like a thunderclap.

"I'm going to blow you up!!!"

He gripped the killing intent sword and dashed out frantically!!

This time, his line was no longer "Heaven and Earth shall punish you together," but changed to "I'm going to blow you up," which precisely showed that the one controlling the body was not Bai Qi, but Jian Changsheng himself... Hearing these five words, in the void nearby, the Red King’s mouth curled up slightly.

He stood in a corner no one noticed, his theatrical robes fluttering without wind. His eyes watched Jian Changsheng, who was wreathed in killing intent, his gaze incredibly complex:

"Good lad, remember this feeling..."

"In the future, the only one in the world who can suppress the Calamity of Mockery for Chen Ling... will be you."

Boom—!!!

As Jian Changsheng raised his sword, a mountain-collapsing and earth-shattering killing intent swept across the sky, and heaven and earth lost their color... And the tip of that killing intent sword pointed directly at the "figure" holding the red umbrella.

This was Jian Changsheng’s first time controlling demigod power, and he didn't know any exquisite techniques. For him now, the only thing he could do was to give his all in every strike, gritting his teeth and risking his life to slash out the strongest blow!

Feeling the Soldier God Path killing intent from this sword, Mockery could no longer ignore it.

It held the umbrella with one hand, and the other hand was forced to stop sealing the flames surging from its body, reaching out to grab the sword that had slashed through the sky...