Chapter 1847: Pursuit by the Dukes

"Sigh..."

A sigh sounded from behind.

The awakened lion looked back to see another white-robed old man, exuding the aura of a Medicine God Path demigod, standing quietly behind them.

Wafting medicinal fragrance curled around the old man like ribbons. He simply stood there, and the surging vitality was like a rushing river, endless and inexhaustible... Even Sun Bumian, blessed with good fortune, felt immense pressure.

"The awakened lion is a symbol of auspiciousness... It would be a pity for it to fall here," Duke Yao said helplessly. "You should just put down the young friend on your back and leave as soon as possible..."

"I will speak to Duke Pu and have him open a path for you."

The expressions of the two Sun Bumians turned incredibly ugly.

Not to mention this Duke Yao, whose background was likely immense, the Shaman God Path technique of creating a world with a robe alone meant that Duke Pu was definitely no ordinary person... Either one of these two, taken individually, was a figure capable of suppressing an entire era.

Even the awakened lion, bolstered by two Sun Bumians, felt immense pressure at this moment.

"A Medicine God demigod, truly compassionate," Sun Bumian snorted coldly. "But asking me to abandon him... that is absolutely impossible."

Duke Yao shook his head, seemingly disappointed. He was about to say something when his brow suddenly twitched...

"It seems it’s no longer a question of whether you want to abandon him or not."

"With so many of us demigods here today..."

"No matter how great your abilities are, you won't be able to protect him."

Sun Bumian suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Both Sun Bumians turned their heads simultaneously to look at the awakened lion’s back. A figure in an opera robe was still lying there quietly... But when they looked closely, that "Chen Ling" had already turned into a lifelike puppet!

Damn it!

When did they swap Heart 9 away?!

Sun Bumian’s heart sank to the bottom. Gritting his teeth, the seven-colored flames, symbolizing auspiciousness, spread wildly into the surroundings!

"Damn it..." Sun Bumian growled, his eyes behind the small round sunglasses fixed on the sun, moon, and stars. "Let me out... let me out!!"

Boom—!!!

The massive body of the awakened lion stepped on the void and charged straight into the sky!!

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Strings of puppet threads floated up and down in the void.

An opera performer "puppet," tightly connected by these threads, opened its eyes bit by bit under control.

"If you still want to call for help from those two, give it up," a figure walked slowly from behind him. "No matter how many times they rescue you, as long as I mold a puppet that resembles you, I can instantly bring you back here... Truth and falsehood, living person and puppet, are all just a single thought away for me."

Chen Ling couldn't even blink or turn his head, as his eyelids were bound by the puppet threads. He could only observe the man’s appearance through his peripheral vision.

This was a gloomy-looking middle-aged man wearing two thin, mysterious gloves that looked like snake scales. As he walked forward casually, he gently slid his hands across the broken walls of the village...

In the next second, the walls opened like a zipper, and puppets identical to Chen Ling walked out silently. It was as if the middle-aged man had just touched the wall and instantly created so many lifelike "Chen Lings," as easily as eating or drinking.

This mind-boggling scene did not surprise Chen Ling too much, because he could clearly sense the terrifying aura of the Puppet God Path demigod on the other party.

"I am Duke Jun," the middle-aged man introduced himself. "I specialize in making some precise little gadgets."

Boom—!!!

At the same time, a violent explosion sounded from not far away.

Chen Ling’s pupils turned in that direction. Besides two demigod auras, there was also a very familiar aura of string theory...

"Don't waste time with him," Duke Zhao walked slowly toward them with the wooden box on his back. "The Red Dust Lord has awakened, and Duke Xing and Duke Han are currently dealing with her... Her power is very tricky; I’m afraid Duke Xing and Duke Han won't be able to suppress her completely. We must suppress Chen Ling as soon as possible, and then put the Red Dust Lord back into a deep sleep."

"Why suppress? Why not just kill him?" Duke Jun narrowed his eyes. "Anyway, he’s only an Eighth Stage."

"The Emperor specifically instructed that Chen Ling cannot be killed by conventional means. Moreover, if he dies, the full-strength Mockery Disaster will throw everything into chaos, so Chen Ling cannot be killed, only suppressed."

"So that’s how it is..."

Duke Jun’s gaze fell back on Chen Ling. "It’s a good thing the Emperor reminded us, otherwise if we had acted rashly, we might have really given you a chance to turn the tables... What a pity."

"Do it quickly," Duke Zhao urged again.

"Don't worry, he has already been turned into a puppet by me. Suppressing him will be easy."

Duke Jun raised his hands and reached directly for Chen Ling’s shoulders, strings quickly winding out.

In the next second,

A pair of hands grabbed Duke Jun’s wrists in return.

Duke Jun was stunned.

"Easy, you say?" Chen Ling’s eyes stared quietly at Duke Jun, who was within arm’s reach, his hands suddenly exerting force like iron pincers. "You think just because you’re a demigod... you can have your way with me?"

Boom—!!!!

The surging red clouds exploded instantly, and the arrogant world-ending aura swept across the earth. Countless red paper tentacles spread in all directions, enveloping the figures of Duke Jun and Duke Zhao as well!

After a brief chaos, a massive character burst forth from the void, tearing a corner of these surging red clouds!

Duke Zhao stood in place, unscathed, but his expression was somewhat gloomy... Beside him, Duke Jun, whose wrists had been snapped, looked on with eyes full of shock and confusion.

"How is this possible..."

"Wasn't his spiritual power sealed by Duke Han? Plus my strings... he shouldn't have had any chance to break free halfway."

"You were too careless," Duke Zhao said coldly. "It seems Duke Han’s ability never completely sealed him from the start... He has been acting the whole time, letting us lower our guard."

Duke Jun looked at the opera-robed figure slowly emerging from the surging red clouds, his expression incredibly ugly.

"So what if you’re demigods?" Chen Ling’s low voice sounded.

"If you want to suppress me... you’ll have to see if you have the ability."

As his voice fell,

His figure instantly turned into a blur, flying toward the sky that had been split by the axe!

"He wants to escape." Duke Zhao did not hesitate; his figure split into countless brushstrokes, also crossing the void to pursue him at high speed!

As for Duke Jun, he did not rush to pursue. Instead, he used his strings to snap his broken wrists back into place, emitting a crisp sound... He stared fixedly at the figure flying out of the Red Dust realm, cold killing intent spreading in the air.

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Writer's block... haven't finished writing yet. I'll try to write at least one chapter before midnight today.