Chapter 1846: Suppressing the Rebels

At the same time, the massive awakened lion’s body sank.

The seven-colored flames were instantly suppressed by more than half. Under the terrifying pressure, its limbs bent bit by bit, pinning it to the ground in a grotesque posture while it let out low, angry growls.

Both Sun Bumians looked up at the sky simultaneously.

"They really think highly of us..."

"Seven of them came all at once?"

The Sixth Generation Sun Bumian let out a cold snort, his expression bone-chillingly cold.

Duke Xing stumbled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and felt a slight sense of relief as he saw the seven figures descending from the sky...

"By the grace of the Emperor, the decree states: The traitors of the Dusk have stirred the Red Dust, and the world-ending Chen Ling has wreaked havoc upon the human realm. We hereby dispatch the dukes of the Heaven-Bearing nations to quell the rebellion, suppress Chen Ling, and restore peace to the Red Dust."

A figure with a wooden box on his back and a jade pendant hanging from his waist stood above the void, his indifferent voice echoing through the air.

Demigod of the Book God Path, Duke Zhao.

"The traitors are here..."

"Everyone, please make your move."

As Duke Zhao’s voice fell, everyone’s gaze turned simultaneously toward the gate of the courtyard.

A figure draped in a red-based, black-patterned opera robe stood quietly there, his eyes clearly reflecting the silhouettes of the seven dukes... He frowned, about to make a move, when the combined aura of the demigods struck him like a heavy hammer, pinning his body firmly to the earth!

Thud—!!!

The opera robe danced wildly under the tearing force of the terrifying pressure, like a raging fire being suppressed.

Dense cracks instantly split the ground beneath his feet, but if one looked closely, they would see these cracks were not random; they were straight and perpendicular, like an intersecting chessboard, trapping Chen Ling at the "Tianyuan" point!

A figure in a plain brocade robe stood above the void. As he dropped a white chess piece, crystalline as jade, from between his fingertips, a profound and mysterious power poured directly into Chen Ling’s body from the void...

Demigod of the Chess God Path, Duke Han!

In Chen Ling’s mind, white chess pieces rose like mountains, weaving into a complex formation that trapped both his spirit and his will!

In an instant, Chen Ling’s spiritual power felt as if it had been poured into a cage; he couldn't activate a single bit of his abilities!

A howling gale emerged before Chen Ling.

Trapped at the "Tianyuan," Chen Ling looked up abruptly to see a figure several times taller than him standing before him like an iron tower!

The aura of the Strength God Path surged from the figure. Countless twisted, broken phantom corpses were outlined from his shadow, eventually weaving into a massive monster holding a giant axe, its blood-red eyes emitting a soul-capturing light.

Demigod of the Strength God Path, Duke Dian.

As the giant axe was slowly raised, the scene before Chen Ling’s eyes began to split, as if the sky and earth had cracked open with hideous fissures, a deep chasm running for a thousand miles... This was not an illusion, but the predetermined future after this axe fell.

This power, capable of shattering the heavens and earth, had pierced the barrier between the future and the present, appearing before Chen Ling in advance!

Hum!

The giant axe magnified rapidly in Chen Ling’s pupils.

Just as it was about to split Chen Ling’s skull, a flash of sword light flew in from the side!!

Clang————!!!!!

The sky of the Red Dust realm was split in two by the power of the giant axe. The canvas of the sky, maintained by the Floating Life Painting for hundreds of years, was torn open in an instant, with a jagged rift running from north to south.

At the same time, a deafening roar exploded in everyone’s ears, and the entire village, along with the ground beneath their feet, was split by endless cracks.

Countless fragments of stone rolled from the edges of the fissures, falling into the abyss without making a sound, as if dropping into a bottomless pit.

At the end of the earth’s rift.

A long sword, carrying ancient killing intent, held that axe firmly in mid-air.

"Bai... Qi..." Duke Dian stared fixedly at the figure with black silk fluttering. "Why... are you siding with a world-ender?"

"What I do is none of your business."

Bai Qi said indifferently.

Bai Qi swept Duke Dian’s axe away with his sword. Strands of blood seeped from his arm, dripping onto the ground along the patterns of his armor...

In terms of pure strength, Bai Qi was still slightly lacking, but as he flicked his sword-wielding hand with a strange motion, the broken bones instantly snapped back into place, and the blood continuously seeping from the torn muscle tissue and vessels slowly ceased.

Seeing this, Duke Dian’s expression shifted slightly, but he still spoke slowly:

"I know you are powerful, and I alone may not be your match... but this is no longer the era you once knew."

Mulberry leaves sprouted silently from beneath Bai Qi’s feet. He frowned and looked down, only to see the shattered earth that had just been split by Duke Dian’s axe now growing into a vibrant mulberry field at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Rustle—

A breeze blew through, and amidst the mulberry field, a figure wearing a hemp shirt, holding a wisp of wheat in his fingertips, was watching them quietly...

The wheat swayed gently in the wind, a sharp, cold light flickering silently, like a sword of life grown from the ridge of the field.

"I am of the Yellow God Path, Duke Qi..." The man held the wheat and bowed respectfully to Bai Qi.

"Lord Wu'an, please enlighten me."

Bai Qi felt these two demigod auras pressing down and narrowed his eyes slightly.

……

On the other side.

A massive awakened lion carried Chen Ling, sprinting wildly across the earth!

Chen Ling’s body had been imprisoned by the Chess God Path demigod’s pieces and could not move for the moment. The instant Duke Dian swung his axe, Sun Bumian had been even faster than Bai Qi, taking Chen Ling away first.

Sun Bumian knew very well that no matter how strong he was, he was only of the Opera God Path. Taking a hit from the Strength God Path head-on would leave him crippled if not dead, so his first reaction was to take Chen Ling out of the range of that strike. He hadn't expected that guy Bai Qi to intervene as well...

"Heart 9, are you alright??" The voice of the Fifth Generation Sun Bumian rang in Chen Ling’s ear.

Before Chen Ling could respond, the awakened lion beneath him slowed down abruptly, the momentum nearly throwing Chen Ling off its back.

"Hey! What are you doing?" the Fifth Generation Sun Bumian exclaimed.

The Sixth Generation Sun Bumian did not answer.

Seven-colored flames burned silently around the awakened lion, and low, vigilant growls resonated from within its body... In those lion eyes, nested with rings, two figures had already surrounded it from front and back.

The person in front wore a black shaman’s robe, embroidered with patterns of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and ghosts, as if to encompass all phenomena in the world... Two nether crows stood on the person’s shoulders, and a gloomy, mysterious aura spread silently in the deathly stillness.

Before Sun Bumian could say anything, the crow on the person’s left shoulder suddenly spoke:

"Caw—caw—caw..."

As the crow spoke, an endless night instantly enveloped the awakened lion and Chen Ling on its back.

The two Sun Bumians felt their vision blur, and the surrounding environment vanished. In this eerie, dark world, the sun, moon, and stars existed in the sky simultaneously, and mountains, rivers, and ghosts emerged bit by bit from the surrounding void...

At this moment, it was as if they had broken into that shaman’s robe!