Chapter 1848: The Imperial Seal Reappears

Chen Ling’s figure was like a scarlet bolt of lightning, rising rapidly between the cracks in the sky.

The strong wind whipped his cinnabar-like earrings. He narrowed his eyes, looking at the end of the sky, where the massive edges of petals swayed silently... That was the boundary of Su Zhiwei’s ability, and also the boundary of the Red Dust realm.

Now that this boundary had been split open by Duke Dian’s axe, Chen Ling could vaguely see the Red Dust Prison amidst the chaos through the petal edges above.

At the same time,

Chen Ling could also feel a terrifying Book God Path demigod aura approaching rapidly.

"Where do you think you’re going?" Duke Zhao’s cold voice sounded from below.

Above the sky, two sharp brushstrokes, like ink-stained blades, suddenly crossed. The ancient literary energy surged between the strokes, like two cascading waterfalls of literary power, intending to slam Chen Ling back to the earth!

It was a character "乂" that covered the sky and sun.

This character collapsed from the sky, magnifying in Chen Ling’s pupils, but Chen Ling had no intention of dodging.

The scarlet vertical mark on his forehead suddenly split open, and surging Red Star wish power began to pour into his body, stretching spiderweb-like cracks across his skin. His aura began to climb at an astonishing speed!

"Cut."

The moment the surging literary ink was about to touch Chen Ling, a calm voice sounded in the air.

In the next second, the massive character paused in mid-air and then vanished without a trace, as if it had never appeared. The surging red clouds shot into the sky, moving several times faster than before!

Seeing this, Duke Zhao frowned slightly:

"So, this is the power of negation the Emperor spoke of... truly tricky."

"However..."

After Chen Ling wiped away Duke Zhao’s attack, a strange aura suddenly enveloped his body from the void. Invisible threads, seemingly carrying some kind of fate, drilled frantically into his body.

Immediately after, the space around Chen Ling began to churn!

Chen Ling had experienced this feeling not long ago; it was the method of the Puppet God Path’s Duke Jun. At that time, he had been entangled by these inexplicable fate threads and instantly swapped positions with a puppet...

Chen Ling knew very well that once locked on by these threads, he would truly be swapped from fake to real and forcibly returned to Duke Jun’s side.

The world-ending aura on Chen Ling surged again!

"You think you can keep me with just some threads?"

Chen Ling snorted coldly, and the power of negation erupted with the support of Red Star wish power. Those invisible threads that had just touched his skin were burned to nothing in an instant, like silk meeting fire...

Chen Ling, forcibly bearing a large amount of Red Star wish power, could already reach the Ninth Stage with his Disaster Domain. Nine years ago, he could forcibly negate Ying Fu’s long-range strike. Duke Jun’s strength was a hundred thousand miles away from Ying Fu’s; he wasn't qualified to keep him here from a distance.

Duke Jun, still standing in the ruins of the village, felt his hands tremble slightly. The lifelike "Chen Ling" puppet before his eyes turned into fine sand and gravel on the spot, scattering all over the ground.

"Damn it..." His expression was incredibly ugly.

He could vaguely guess that Chen Ling had likely used that method to negate Duke Han’s imprisonment earlier, pretending to be controlled all along to find an opportunity to break free. As expected of the King of Disaster, this ability was simply too perverted.

But Duke Jun didn't seem to intend to give up. He looked at Chen Ling, who had flown high into the sky and become a small black dot, rushing out of the Red Dust boundary, and flicked his fingertips gently.

Invisible threads connected his own body to something outside the void.

Swish—

Duke Jun, standing on the ruins of the village, instantly turned into a lifelike "Duke Jun" puppet.

……

Boom—

Heart 9 fired a shot into the dense ranks of the garrison, the bursting heat waves surging continuously, and the surging firelight shot straight into the sky.

He didn't care if the shot hit the enemy or caused any substantial damage. After firing, he grabbed the left hand that had turned into a cannon barrel and ran away, like a splashing rabbit.

"Club 8! Are you okay?" Heart 9 shouted while flying in the air, looking at a young man surrounded by four or five garrison soldiers not far away.

"I can't hold on much longer."

Elegant scrolls emerged continuously from beside Club 8, forcibly blocking the garrison soldiers. His face was somewhat pale.

Although the members of the Dusk Society were all geniuses, geniuses also had ability limits. Even Club 8 found it difficult to hold out for long against a wheel-war siege by multiple people... Heart 9 knew this very well and clenched his fists silently.

Two rows of micro-bombs suddenly popped up from his shoulders, swarming toward the ground around Club 8. The roaring explosions temporarily created a no-man’s-land around Club 8, reducing some of the pressure on him.

He intended to do more, but a dozen figures chased after him like mad dogs, their eyes looking at Heart 9 as if they wanted to swallow him alive:

"It’s that damn Trick God Path!"

"Every time he throws a bomb, he runs away. It’s disgusting... Finish him off first!"

“……”

Heart 9 felt a chill down his spine. The flames beneath his feet surged wildly, and he whistled away into the distance.

"Everyone can't hold on for long... When will Lord Red King be able to return?" Heart 9’s gaze swept over the chaotic battlefield below, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter. Finally, looking toward the direction of the Red Dust realm, he muttered to himself.

Rip—!!

The surging red clouds tore through the void, pouring from behind the broken inner wall toward the sky.

A figure exuding a terrifying world-ending aura, wrapped in red clouds, had already broken through the boundary of the Red Dust realm and returned to the Red Dust Prison... The moment they felt this aura, all the Dusk Society members showed joy.

It’s the Red King!!

But before they could be happy for too long, two demigod auras surrounded the red-cloud figure from front and back!

"Chen Ling, do you really think you can escape the Red Dust?"

Duke Jun’s voice was like thunder, echoing over the entire Red Dust Prison. He seemed to have used the truth-falsehood swap one step ahead to teleport himself to the Red Dust Prison... And as he rose into the air, hundreds of puppets of various shapes and sizes, like black clouds, completely sealed off all of Chen Ling’s paths.

The aura of the Puppet God Path demigod surged in the air, making everyone below the demigod level in the Red Dust Prison feel oppressed and stifled. The millions of people living in the city looked up at the sky simultaneously, discussing something amidst the chaos.

"It’s the demigod dukes! The dukes have come to suppress that world-ending disaster!"

"Great! Let that Chen Ling know that our Red Dust Prison isn't a place he can come and go as he pleases!"

"Kill Chen Ling! And slay another world-ending disaster!!"

"Keep that damn Dusk Society here too, don't let a single one escape!"

“……”

Public indignation rose, and monstrous malice surged from every corner of the city, like invisible blades pointing at the opera-robed figure in the red clouds...

At the same time, Duke Zhao walked out of the Red Dust realm, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Chen Ling.

He hesitated for a moment, then took something out from his bosom...

It was a golden Imperial Seal.