Chapter 1657: Today in Cangyun… No Mercy

Pu Xiachan watched the giant hand approach and gritted her teeth, taking a mysterious calligraphy scroll from her chest.

This scroll was entirely purple and seemed to contain an extremely strong Book Dao aura, even infinitely close to a demigod. But the moment Pu Xiachan took it out and prepared to tear it…

The scroll suddenly turned into a thin piece of red paper.

Pu Xiachan was stunned.

Everything happened too fast for her to react. She hadn’t even taken half a second since pulling out the scroll; how could it have been swapped instantly?

Did Chen Ling know what this was? Could he have foreknowledge??

The moment this thought crossed Pu Xiachan’s mind, a red shadow holding a calligraphy scroll appeared quietly behind her like a ghost.

Wisps of blood seeped from Pu Xiachan’s chest. Only then did she seem to realize something, looking down in disbelief…

A bone-carving knife had already pierced her body, blood staining the earth. Perhaps due to the neurotoxin, Pu Xiachan couldn’t feel any pain at all; she even felt unprecedentedly relaxed.

Her body swayed weakly, and she struggled to turn her head, wanting to see the red-robed figure behind her…

A moment later,

She used her last bit of strength to speak hoarsely:

“I don’t believe it… you’re that kind of person… Chen Ling……”

“I… don’t believe it……”

A mouthful of blood surged into Pu Xiachan’s throat. Her consciousness gradually faded, and finally, she fell heavily to the ground, losing her breath completely.

*Pitter-patter—*

Red rain poured onto the surface of the paper umbrella.

From beginning to end, Chen Ling had his back to Pu Xiachan, but when he heard those last words, his hand gripping the umbrella handle tightened… veins bulging on the back of his hand.

The bloodstains of Tu Tian and Pu Xiachan dissolved in the rain, like cold, bright flowers.

A restrained and suppressed voice echoed in the air once more:

“‘The earth and crimson are your bed,’”

“‘Frost and setting sun are your heavy makeup;’”

“‘I will weave hope into dancing kapok flowers,’”

“‘Until the rocks remember the fragrance of flowers’……”

……

*Thud—!*

A black coffin landed heavily on the ground, and the Square 10, dressed in a black suit, slowly carried it on his back.

“Hey, didn’t the Red King tell you to wear a mask?”

The voice of Heart 9 came from the side. On the roof nearby, two figures in suits and black masks were looking down at the street with umbrellas.

“I don’t need to.” Square 10 replied calmly, “This level of toxin can’t hurt me.”

“Oh, right……”

Heart 9 seemed to remember something and ripped off his mask as well. “I’m a cyborg, what do I have to fear from poison?”

“Didn’t Lord Red King say there was one more Nine Lords corpse?” Plum 8 asked in confusion.

“At the Cangyun base, Miss Liu has already gone to retrieve it.”

“Oh.”

“It’s been a long time since I heard Lord Red King sing the Requiem himself…” Square 10 carried the coffin and turned to look into the distance. “I actually miss it.”

“……Probably won’t be able to sing it many more times.”

Heart 9 counted on his fingers, “Ling Xu, Red Dust, Wuji… only three of the Nine Lords remain. If we’re unlucky, there are three more times; if we’re lucky… maybe once is enough.”

“Is this era finally coming to an end.”

Plum 8 looked down and slowly took a doodle drawing from his chest. Looking at the children playing innocently on the paper, a complex emotion flashed deep in his eyes.

“Our regrets… finally have a chance to be made up for.”

“Yeah, Lord Red King will help us smooth everything over in the new world.”

Heart 9 stretched unhurriedly, his gaze drifting toward the few panicked Jiao Long warriors fleeing toward here.

Raindrops hit the surfaces of the two black umbrellas, clear beads rolling off. Under the rims, two pairs of deep eyes revealed determination and murderous intent…

“We’ll talk about the new world later.”

“The Red King has ordered: Today in Cangyun… no mercy.”

……

In the pouring red rain, the black and red opera-robed figure turned slowly.

Li Shengmen stood behind the corpses of his companions, looking at Chen Ling with a pale face. Even though his companions were almost all dead, he showed no fear… only a faint helplessness and exhaustion.

He first turned his head to look at Li Qingshan:

“You… know each other?”

“Yes.” Li Qingshan nodded. “If Brother Chen wants to kill me, he doesn’t need to do it himself; I’ll die on my own.”

Li Shengmen: ……

Li Shengmen had never imagined that the six of them, having grown to their current level with Tongtian Star Positions, wouldn’t even last three minutes in front of Chen Ling… There were many factors involved, but if the Ling Xu Domain found out, it would be truly embarrassing.

“I admit that restarting the world now is the best way to save humanity……”

Li Shengmen took a deep breath, slowly crouched down, and gestured toward Chen Ling, “But… I’m still not reconciled to dying at your hands like this.”

“Come on, use your real skills… and kill me.”

Even though only Li Shengmen remained of the original Tongtian Star Position group of five, he was still going to fight to the end.

It had nothing to do with right or wrong, nothing to do with reason.

He just didn’t want to lose.

As Li Shengmen’s hand clenched, Chen Ling seemed to be marked. The surrounding space seemed to be thrown into a “pot,” twisting rapidly toward Chen Ling…

At the same time, the rain, the earth, the buildings, and even the pollution gradually shrouding the domain were like fragmented matter attracted by a black hole, swarming toward the center!

Assassin Cui Ran’s sword could sever time; Pitch-Pot Li Shengmen’s hand could twist space.

Chen Ling believed that if these Tongtian Star Position holders were given more time to grow to the Eighth-Order or higher, they would truly play an incomparable role… Unfortunately, in this era, this scene was destined not to happen.

Under the pressure of the surrounding space, even Chen Ling couldn’t easily break free. As a flash of complexity crossed his eyes, his Calamity Domain opened once again!

[Card]—!

So far, this was the third time Chen Ling had rewritten reality.

The first time was Cui Ran’s time-traveling sword. His appearance was indeed too sudden, so even though Chen Ling had dodged as much as possible, he still had an arm severed.

The second time was Pu Xiachan’s Book Dao secret treasure. The power released after that thing was activated directly erased more than half of Chen Ling’s body. If Chen Ling hadn’t used [Card] to modify reality and swapped the secret treasure in her hand at the first moment, he would likely be severely injured now.

And this time, Chen Ling had also modified the source of the plot in one go.

As everything flowed back like a rewind, Li Shengmen took a deep breath and spoke again:

“I admit that restarting the wor……”

*Swish—!!*

The cold light of the bone-carving knife flashed across the street.

Li Shengmen’s head, filled with shock and anger, fell to the ground with a dull thud.