Chapter 1517: Unexpected Backstab

Bai Qi’s pupils constricted slightly.

Buried in the ruins of the Ghost City, he saw with his own eyes the figure in opera robes blocking above him without hesitation, hard-carrying the third lightning bolt, and finally dissolving in mid-air...

Bai Qi was stunned.

As if realizing something, a flash of complexity crossed the depths of his eyes.

He certainly wouldn't think that Chen Ling’s stepping forward was to save him... Chen Ling only wanted to save the original owner of this body.

"HEART!!!!!" Jian Changsheng’s eyes were splitting.

He had already prepared himself to be a wandering ghost, but Chen Ling had appeared out of nowhere and forcibly carried the third lightning bolt for him... One had to know that he had already been seriously injured by the Selfless Sword, and with the addition of a Ghost Path lightning strike, even Chen Ling, who possessed an 8th-order Calamity body, couldn't possibly withstand it.

Facts proved that Chen Ling had indeed vanished into thin air under this lightning bolt.

"He... he died??"

Chu Muyun said in disbelief.

This sudden change shocked almost everyone, except for one person who answered without hesitation:

"No."

"Heart isn't that easy to kill."

Jiang Xiaohua’s gaze was full of determination.

Dark blue lightning drifted in the void...

Between the leaping arcs of electricity, a body of flesh and blood was actually beginning to regenerate out of thin air!

[Audience Expectation -50]

[Current Expectation: 22%]

As two lines of characters floated on the stage screen.

In the Ghost Path Ancient Treasury, Chen Ling, who had just regenerated a head, opened his eyes sharply!!

His flesh and blood were repairing bit by bit. He looked like a blood corpse just fished out of the ground. His eyes stared fixedly at the void above...

There, the fourth lightning bolt was rapidly brewing.

This lightning bolt hadn't killed Bai Qi, which was somewhat unexpected for the Ghost Path, but it didn't seem to care... With the Karma of the hundreds of thousands of people Bai Qi had killed, the lightning he should bear had not been exhausted.

Just then, a hoarse roar from vocal cords that hadn't yet recovered sounded from the mouth of the half-bloody figure in opera robes:

"You made me forcibly bear Karma that didn't belong to me!"

"You... made a mistake!"

The fourth lightning bolt, which was about to finish brewing, suddenly froze in mid-air...

Chen Ling was right. That lightning bolt just now was originally Bai Qi’s Karma, but it had ultimately fallen on Chen Ling, striking Chen Ling’s body and soul.

It had used the wrong Karma to hurt someone who shouldn't have been hurt. It had indeed violated the original rules.

Chen Ling, in the process of regeneration, hovered above Bai Qi, while the fourth lightning bolt in the air did not fall for a long time... The Ghost Path had been dragged into a contradictory trap of rules by Chen Ling.

No one had expected that Chen Ling would use this method to temporarily save Jian Changsheng’s body. Jian Changsheng himself hadn't reacted; his mood had just been like a roller coaster, going up and down wildly.

Bai Qi staggered to his feet from the ruins, looking at the figure above who had intercepted the Ghost Path lightning for him, and sighed slightly...

He was about to say something.

The next second, a change that no one expected occurred suddenly!

A phantom, also wreathed in killing intent, appeared out of thin air behind Bai Qi like a ghost. Bai Qi’s pupils constricted slightly. He subconsciously wanted to do something, but his broken body was no longer that agile...

He had just turned his head halfway when a primitive blade pierced directly into his back and protruded from his chest!!

Pfft—

Bai Qi spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ancient killing intent, not far removed from his own era, poured into Bai Qi’s body along the blade, frantically churning Jian Changsheng’s body and directly destroying all his internal organs... including his high-frequency beating heart.

"You... are..."

A figure shrouded in black mist of killing intent, with a remnant soul almost the same size as himself wrapped behind him, stood silently behind Bai Qi. The primitive blade in his hand, like a blood-colored weapon that had killed countless enemies on ancient battlefields, exuded a suffocating, terrifying aura.

"General Wang Jian," a calm voice came from behind Bai Qi.

"I have heard of Lord Wu'an’s great name since I was a child... Seeing you today can be considered fulfilling a wish."

Bai Qi hadn't heard this name, but he was somewhat familiar with the killing intent in that primitive blade. It should be like him, a later famous general who had crawled out of some mass grave in the Soldier Path Ancient Treasury.

"Why... do you want to... kill me?"

"Lord Wu'an’s name as the God of Killing makes us tremble with fear... If I leave the possibility of resurrection to Lord Wu'an, then I will never have the chance to step into the Demigod position," Wang Jian’s voice was extremely calm.

"I... can no longer Soul Return!"

"Lord Wu'an’s God of Killing aura is also a great tonic for me... Since Lord Wu'an doesn't intend to compete for the Demigod position, why not, for the sake of us both being Qin generals, gift this generous gift to me... In this way..."

The primitive blade in Wang Jian’s hand rotated slightly.

The blade frantically cut Bai Qi’s flesh, and a strange devouring power erupted, actually beginning to absorb the God of Killing aura that belonged to Bai Qi, flowing back into Wang Jian’s own body.

The killing intent around Wang Jian became more and more intense, and his body gradually solidified, gathering into an aged, armored figure.

"His Majesty... will also be grateful for your kindness."

Wang Jian said the last half of the sentence leisurely.

"You seek death?!!"

A roar sounded from the sky, and a bone-carving knife whistled down, rushing directly to chop off Wang Jian’s arm!

Chen Ling had gambled his life to finally snatch Jian Changsheng’s life back from the Ghost Path, and as a result, some other Soldier Path remnant soul had popped out of nowhere and backstabbed him?!

Under Chen Ling’s pressure, a flash of hesitation crossed Wang Jian’s eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he didn't choose to fight Chen Ling head-on, but pulled the primitive blade out of Bai Qi’s body and quickly dodged backward.

But the bone-carving knife seemed to have eyes, turning a corner in the air and chasing after Wang Jian.

Chen Ling chose to check Bai Qi’s condition immediately... No, what he really wanted to see was this body of Jian Changsheng. Wang Jian’s strike was too ruthless, directly smashing Jian Changsheng’s internal organs to pieces, and even injecting killing intent into his flesh.

It could be said that Jian Changsheng was now, except for the skin on the outside that was still intact, almost completely shattered on the inside.

His heart stopped beating, his blood vessels turned to mud, and even the Bai Qi soul residing on it was almost sucked dry by that primitive blade, with only a tiny trace remaining.

After experiencing two Ghost Path lightning strikes, this level of injury could not be easily healed even by [Blood Robe].

Chen Ling turned his head sharply to the side.

I saw that Jian Changsheng’s soul, which had been with Jiang Xiaohua and the others in the distance, suddenly lost its anchor to the physical body. It began to transform, bit by bit, from a soul into a ghost... Then, it drifted upward, uncontrollably flying toward the Temple of the Dead.