Chapter 1747: Crushing and Ending

No one knew where these fingers had appeared from.

And no one knew how these seemingly fragile, slender fingers had lightly caught the full-force strike of a sixth-rank soldier of the Path of the God of Soldiers...

The bearded man only knew that the moment these fingers appeared, an extreme coldness and killing intent, like the gaze of a fierce beast, locked onto him!

He lifted his stiff neck bit by bit, only to see a figure draped in a theatrical robe with a red base and black patterns standing before him like a ghost. Under the dim stars, a pair of scarlet eyes emitting an eerie glow were narrowed like a crescent moon, looking at him as if he were an ant.

In an instant, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

"You..."

"Who are you?!"

The bearded man used all his strength, only then managing to squeeze out a single sentence under that extreme sense of oppression.

A breeze swept across the empty land, causing the hem of the opera robe to flutter. Chen Ling just watched him quietly. After a long moment, a cold voice drifted into his ears:

"You... are not worthy of knowing my name."

Faced with such an arrogant and contemptuous reply, the bearded man couldn't even summon a shred of anger. The veins on his hand gripping the hunting knife bulged, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't advance even a fraction of an inch between those two fingers...

Under the absolute disparity in strength, an indescribable fear rose from the depths of his heart!

"What are you still waiting for?!"

The Puppet God Path user, who was overlooking the entire situation from the rooftop, was unaware of the bearded man's mental state. He only saw an inexplicable opera performer appear out of thin air, and then his companion stood there as if stunned, holding the knife but unable to swing it down.

He cursed under his breath, and a multitude of invisible threads flew toward Chen Ling like a torrential downpour.

Chen Ling didn't even glance at him, letting those threads wrap around his body. The Puppet God Path user's aura tried to invade Chen Ling's body through the threads, but the moment they touched the aura of world-destruction, they suddenly stiffened!

The figure on the roof froze. He had never felt such a terrifying aura before and instinctively wanted to retract the threads. But to his surprise, dense red paper suddenly wound around the threads from within Chen Ling's body, actually seizing control of them in return!

"What is this thing?!" the figure on the roof exclaimed.

Clang—!!

At the same time, Chen Ling pinched his two fingers together and actually snapped the bearded man's hunting knife clean in two!

The moment they saw this, both the bearded man and the figure on the roof were stunned... Snapping a full-force strike from a Tier 6 Soldier God Path user with bare hands? Even a Tier 8 would find that difficult, right?!

And during this process, neither of them felt the slightest trace of God Path aura, which meant he had used pure physical strength...

Is this guy really human?

"You..."

Before the figure on the roof could say anything more, Chen Ling grabbed the threads through the red paper and gave a sharp tug, pulling him toward himself like a small fish biting a hook!

Immediately after, he pressed his hands onto the heads of both the bearded man and the rooftop figure, and then...

Slammed them hard into the ground!!

Thud—!!!

The opera robe danced wildly in the swirling gale, and a pair of narrowed, scarlet eyes looked like the fierce gaze of the dark night. As Chen Ling slammed their heads down, the earth shook violently, and dense cracks spread crazily in all directions!

Dust swirled, and his back was clearly reflected in those deep blue eyes. Li Laide, lying in a pool of blood, remained frozen in place.

It's him...

Why...

At this moment, many questions seemed to surface in Li Laide's mind, but he had no time to think... He watched with his own eyes as the two figures who had almost destroyed him and his mother were trampled and ravaged by Chen Ling like ants, his mind going completely blank.

As Chen Ling lifted his hands unhurriedly, two bloodied heads were hoisted from the deep pit. Under the absolute crushing power, both Tier 6s had already lost consciousness, with only a lingering breath barely keeping them alive.

He turned around and, as if carrying two dead dogs, walked over to Li Laide...

Plop—

He tossed the two of them onto the ground casually.

"You... how are you here..." Li Laide said hoarsely, lying in the pool of blood.

Chen Ling did not answer, instead looking down at him as if he were an ant, his words laced with a cold sense of oppression. "I should have told you... don't play tricks."

Li Laide, like a child who had done something wrong, pressed his lips together and remained silent.

Chen Ling spoke slowly:

"I am a person who has always been reasonable."

"I appreciate you, and clearing away these two pieces of trash for you and your mother was just a small favor..."

"But I also said that my patience is limited."

"You have challenged my patience time and time again. Now, my patience is almost exhausted... For the sake of our acquaintance, you can finish off these two pieces of trash yourself."

"And then..."

"It will be time for you and me to settle things."

Li Laide was stunned. He looked at Chen Ling's reflection in the pool of blood, a complex expression appearing on his face...

Actually, until now, he didn't know what Chen Ling really wanted to do. He was just a wanted criminal of the Thief God Path; to a powerhouse like Chen Ling, he clearly had no value at all... He had made many guesses about Chen Ling's motives, but now it seemed that Chen Ling really held no malice toward him.

How could someone who truly harbored malice toward him reach out a helping hand at a time like this, risking trouble with the Soldier God Path and the Secret Sect for his sake and his mother's?

But things had reached this point, and saying anything was meaningless. Chen Ling had completely lost interest in him, and he had to pay the price for his actions...

But that was fine. The moment he was first caught by Chen Ling, he had already prepared himself to be killed.

At the time, what he feared most was that Chen Ling would find out about his mother and use her to threaten him... But now it seemed Chen Ling was not that kind of person; even if he died, Chen Ling would not harm his mother.

Then, he had nothing to fear.

"...Thank you."

After a long silence, Li Laide finally said these two words.

"Crawl up yourself and kill them." Chen Ling glanced at him and said flatly, "Don't tell me you can't get up anymore... That would make me very disappointed in my judgment."

Li Laide didn't say a word. He just silently gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain in his body as he crawled up from the pool of blood bit by bit. Rivulets of blood spilled onto the ground, and his face was as pale as paper.

His consciousness was fading, his life was slipping away, but he ignored it all... At this moment, in his eyes, there was only hatred for the two unconscious figures on the ground!

A madness, in extreme contrast to his appearance, climbed into his eyes driven by anger. He stood in the pool of blood with a ferocious expression, laughing grimly while pulling out the broken half of the hunting knife stuck in the ground!

And then...

He stabbed it fiercely into the palm of the rooftop figure!!