Chapter 1669: Enemies of the Whole World

The light flashed so quickly that not a single one of the Knight Commanders present could react...

Only a dull thud was heard as they hit the ground. Everyone looked down to see Raven Cyan, still in the posture of an angry interrogation, decapitated. Gurgling blood flowed from the severed neck, and his gradually hollow eyes still held confusion and anger.

A dignified Knight Commander, an Eighth-Order Game God-Path user, didn't even have the chance to react before Lord Lingxu... he was wiped out like a chick. This was a massive psychological blow to the other knights.

"Who else... participated?"

A voice like a demon's whisper sounded from the front. Lord Lingxu scrutinized everyone present, his pressure like a vast tsunami surging across the summit of Mount Lingxu!

"Damn it, attack!!"

Seeing this, the Ash Gray knight cursed and charged at Lord Lingxu without hesitation!

At the same time, the Moon White knight, who could no longer restrain herself, conjured a snow-white bow and arrow out of thin air. With a light flick of her fingertip, an arrow that seemed to melt into light shot straight at Lord Lingxu's face!

As the arrow was fired, in the Ash Gray knight's perspective, that arrow seemed to become an athlete competing on the same track as him. As two void tracks extended in his field of vision, his speed surged instantly, even a fraction faster than the arrow melting into light...

[Percent Arrow], [Absolute Competition].

When the abilities of the two Game God-Path users were activated simultaneously, both killing blows reached Lord Lingxu's face almost instantly. But the next second, the formula of speed was tampered with by the Lingxu Number, and the two afterimages, which were too fast for the naked eye to capture, stalled in front of Lord Lingxu like slow motion...

His messy hair danced in the wind pressure of the arrow, revealing Lord Lingxu's tired eyes beneath. He glanced at the two of them indifferently and waved his hand gently, a sonic boom passing before him.

The Ash Gray knight's head was instantly severed, and the arrow beside him turned into dust. Even though the hundreds of arrows shot by the Moon White knight in the next second arrived like a rainstorm, they still couldn't break through that tampered "speed" barrier, hanging in the air like a dense web...

"You were supposed to be the guardian god of the Lingxu Realm... why go to such lengths?!"

The Crimson Knight watched as Raven Cyan and Ash Gray were killed one after another. After a roar, a strange power began to spread through the air.

This power was intangible and formless. Following the Crimson Knight's interrogation, a sense of oppression enveloped Lord Lingxu's figure. He spoke again, his successive questions echoing in the air:

"Can you not see the suffering of the world?!"

"Do you truly have no heart?!"

"If the other Nine Lords were still alive, what would they think if they saw what you are doing now?!"

"Answer me!!"

With every word the Crimson Knight spoke, a thorn of spirit pierced into Lord Lingxu's mind. The latter groaned, and struggle and pain appeared once again on his already pale face...

"Why don't you respond to my [Debate]? Why let my attacks land in your mind?"

"Is it because you know that what you are doing is wrong... right?"

"If so, why not stop now??"

Lord Lingxu was injured.

It wasn't a physical injury; the injury from the Crimson Knight's [Debate] could strike directly at the heart. If the enemy refuted with reason and evidence, the damage would be greatly reduced, but if the enemy remained silent, the damage would stack to a terrifying degree... Simply put, this was a battle of the heart.

And now, Lord Lingxu would rather endure the Crimson Knight's spiritual injury than say a word.

"You clearly heard the cries of all living beings, but you..."

"Enough!!"

Lord Lingxu opened his eyes in anger. As he waved his hand, the air density around the Crimson Knight dropped rapidly, and the transmission of sound seemed to encounter a barrier, unable to enter his mind at all...

And as he clenched his hand in the air, the Crimson Knight also spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, no longer breathing.

Having killed three knights in a row, Lord Lingxu's angry and cold gaze finally fell on the Moon White knight, who was still drawing her bow...

He took a light step and walked toward her.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!

The Moon White knight did not give up, but continuously fired arrows. Yet, not a single one of the arrows in the overwhelming rain could get close to Lord Lingxu. He was like a walking black hole, swallowing all matter and even light.

In the end, he walked calmly to the front of the Moon White knight.

"You will not have a good death," the Moon White knight said hoarsely.

"...Hmm."

Swish—!

As Lord Lingxu raised his hand again, the Moon White knight's head was also separated from her neck. The scarlet blood of the people he had killed stained the gray monk's robes, looking exceptionally ferocious and eerie.

With all four Knight Commanders dead, Lord Lingxu's gaze slowly fell on Spade J, who had never made a move.

"You, why didn't you attack?"

"Why should I attack?"

"Weren't you all together?"

"...I don't know," Spade J shook his head truthfully. "I was just following orders to patrol the streets, and when I heard you call, I came... I could vaguely guess what they were doing, but I didn't know the specifics."

Lord Lingxu frowned slightly. He stared at Spade J carefully for a long time and found that the other party's heartbeat and pulse hadn't changed in the slightest...

Was he really unrelated to these matters?

Regardless, Lord Lingxu didn't want to kill anyone else. Since Spade J hadn't openly opposed him, he still had value.

"...You may go," Lord Lingxu waved his hand. "Hang their heads on the clock tower next to the Akashic Tower, so everyone can see... what the consequences of defying me are."

"Yes."

Spade J's actions were quite crisp; he grabbed the four heads and turned to walk down the mountain.

Not long after he descended the mountain, unprecedented noise and clamor erupted from within the Lingxu Realm, as if the residents had seen those four heads hung high with their own eyes. For a time, fear and anger spread wildly among the crowd.

A breeze carrying the scent of blood rolled from the realm into the Lingxu Ancient Temple. In a trance, Lord Lingxu could hear their curses. Those words, filled with malice, were like sharp thorns constantly stabbing into his heart...

Everyone was lamenting for the commanders.

Everyone was cursing him to die.

Even without these commanders, surely others would soon rise up to revolt and crusade against him in accordance with the people's wishes... Lord Lingxu had no reaction to this, just standing quietly on the summit, letting his blood-stained monk's robes flutter and snap in the wind.

From this moment on,

Lord Lingxu, Wu Tongyuan...

was an enemy of the whole world.