Chapter 1836: The Third Name

"Did it succeed..."

Feeling the Stealing God Path's god position being occupied by someone, Chen Ling slowly withdrew his gaze from the train window.

Li Laide was a chess piece Chen Ling had carefully cultivated for many years. The Silver King of the Fifth Generation World could steal the Dao Fruit of the former Gray King; the Li Laide of this world had been cultivated by him to be stronger than before, and with the addition of Red Star Willpower, stealing the Dao Fruit of the Divination Path demigod and retreating from Cheng Tian should not be a difficult task.

This move by Li Laide not only reduced the opponent's demigod combat power but also added a demigod combat power to his own side.

Moreover, whether it was the two-in-one Sun Bumian or Li Laide with the addition of Red Star Willpower, their combat power was absolutely more than a level higher than ordinary demigods... even if they were facing the "mountain peaks" of the ancient God Paths, they could achieve absolute crushing.

"The game of occupying positions is over..."

"Next is the position-swapping battle."

Chen Ling looked at the page in front of him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

So far, except for the Divination God Path that failed to ascend, the demigod positions of the other thirteen God Paths had all been occupied.

On Chen Ling's side, there was Yao Qing of the Green God Path, Sun Bumian of the Theater God Path, and Li Laide of the Stealing God Path. The demigods of the other ten God Paths were all in Ying Fu's hands... It was almost impossible to expand to more demigods.

Unless he killed the opponent's demigod and let his side occupy the corresponding God Path's demigod position.

But...

Chen Ling let out a long sigh.

He was about to get up, but then, as if sensing something, he suddenly looked toward another direction in surprise.

"This aura is..." Chen Ling's brows furrowed slightly.

He hesitated for a long time before returning to the page.

The flickering light, uncertain between brightness and darkness, swayed silently. He picked up his pen and wrote the third name uncertainly:

【Bai Qi?】

……

Red Dust Realm.

BOOM—!!!

The burning seven-colored flames, like a great mountain, slammed into a tiny black shadow, sending it flying for dozens of kilometers before it was heavily embedded into the earth.

A deafening roar echoed through heaven and earth. Amidst the spiderweb-like cracks in the earth, a figure spat out blood, his bloodshot eyes filled with anger and ferocity.

At this moment, Wang Jian's heavy armor was completely shattered, his bones were twisted in many places, and bloody wounds ran through his entire body, making him look incredibly wretched.

"What?"

"Don't you think you're very good at fighting?"

A majestic lion walked slowly to the edge of the deep pit, looking down with disdain.

Two figures, one virtual and one real, wearing Tang suits and small round sunglasses, carried the terrifying demigod aura of the Theater God Path. Seven-colored flames paved the earth, instantly turning everything into a sea of fire.

It was just that these flames did not possess high heat; instead, they diffused an aura of fireworks. In this sea of fire, any existence that was an enemy to auspiciousness would have its own blessings continuously burned, becoming sluggish and unlucky.

Wang Jian gritted his teeth, using his ancient blade to support his body, and slowly stood up from the ruins.

"A mere lion dance..."

BOOM—!!

Sun Bumian delivered a whip kick, landing directly on Wang Jian's chest!

"You dare say 'mere' again??"

Wang Jian flew backward again.

Rolling dust flew up. After a long time, Wang Jian stumbled to his feet again...

"Tsk." The Fifth Generation Sun Bumian couldn't help but complain, "The Soldier Path demigod is really tough... can he still stand up after that?"

"That's a very villainous thing to say," said the Sixth Generation Sun Bumian.

"Doesn't matter, our reputation at the Dusk Society has always been that of villains anyway."

"That's true..."

Sun Bumian was about to continue beating Wang Jian, but then a roar came from the direction of the courtyard, and they both turned to look.

They saw endless embroidery threads dancing wildly in the air, being cut to pieces bit by bit by zither music and mechanisms. The stable Embroidery Kingdom was constantly being breached under the joint efforts of the two God Path mountain peaks, and it seemed to be tottering.

"Yao Qing can't hold on much longer..." the Fifth Generation Sun Bumian said in a deep voice.

The Sixth Generation Sun Bumian looked at the courtyard, then at Wang Jian, who was gritting his teeth and standing up, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Forget it, ignore him for now, go support Yao..."

PUFF—!!

Suddenly,

A grim sword tip pierced through the wreckage of Wang Jian's heavy armor and thrust out from his chest!

Wang Jian's body shook violently. Feeling a familiar, ancient killing intent raging within his body, his face turned as pale as paper instantly... He lowered his head stiffly, looking at the sword tip protruding from his chest, a look of astonishment appearing in his eyes.

At the same time, Sun Bumian saw the figure that had appeared behind Wang Jian like a ghost, and his pupils contracted sharply!

"Black..."

"...Spade?"

Black ribbons danced silently on the ancient armor.

A pair of cold eyes glanced at Sun Bumian, who was frozen in place, and then, expressionlessly, twisted the sword blade that had pierced into Wang Jian's body with force!

Surging killing intent tore through Wang Jian's internal organs wildly. Even though he was a Soldier Path demigod, under such a direct attack, he was in so much pain that his face became ferocious, and a painful roar escaped his throat!

"...BAI QI!!!"

Sun Bumian's expression changed instantly.

Even though Chen Ling had already told him about what happened in the Soldier Path Ancient Treasury, after so many years, seeing that familiar face again, Sun Bumian couldn't help but tremble... But when the words "Bai Qi" were spoken, he immediately regained his reason, his gaze toward Bai Qi filled with vigilance.

The person in front of him, although wearing Jian Changsheng's appearance, was no longer Jian Changsheng.

"Bai Qi... what do you want to do?" Sun Bumian asked in a deep voice.

"Kill God, prove the Dao."

Bai Qi replied indifferently.

Hearing these four words, Sun Bumian understood the reason for Bai Qi's appearance here... Bai Qi had been dormant in the Soldier Path Ancient Treasury for so long; he couldn't be content with stopping at the Eighth Stage. If he wanted to return to the Soldier Path demigod position, he had to kill Wang Jian.

But Sun Bumian didn't quite understand. Even if Bai Qi didn't take action, Wang Jian would sooner or later die at his hands. Why did he have to jump out at this time?

Wasn't he afraid that he would kill both him and Wang Jian together?

"I owe Chen Ling a favor." Bai Qi seemed to see through Sun Bumian's thoughts and said proactively.

"You snatched my brother's body, and now you're telling me you owe us a favor?" Sun Bumian sneered. "Do you think I'll believe you?"

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

After Bai Qi said this, he didn't speak again, seemingly too lazy to communicate with Sun Bumian.

Sun Bumian's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. He was about to take action when a thought rang in his mind... After hesitating for a moment, he stopped his actions.

"Do whatever you want," Sun Bumian said coldly.

"But if you interfere with us doing our business... even if you are wearing Black Spade's face, I won't let you off."

After speaking, his figure transformed back into a roaring lion, seven-colored flames burning fiercely, and he charged straight toward the direction of the courtyard!

Bai Qi watched the lion's departing back. After a moment, his gaze fell back onto Wang Jian...