Chapter 387: On Stage and Off Stage

Thump—!

As the white-clad figure retracted his spear, another blood-stained corpse appeared out of thin air and fell heavily onto the stage.

The second one.

This corpse, accompanied by the splashing fragments of the first iron sliding cart, also perfectly integrated into the performance, making it impossible to see any sense of disharmony. And after Gao Chong flipped the first cart, his figure didn't stop, and he chased forward without hesitation!

The gold-chiseled tiger-head spear pierced out again!

He sang loudly: "Where are you going, barbarian slave!"

……

"Where are you going, barbarian slave!"

An opera singing voice exploded like a thunderclap in Elder He’s ear!

An unprecedented sense of life-and-death crisis surged into his heart. He instinctively raised the cane in his hand, and a huge crane pupil opened under his feet. As that pupil rolled, his figure instantly vanished from the spot!

The next moment, a huge spear shadow like a pillar supporting the sky pierced down, swept past Elder He’s original position, and smashed into a wasteland with a boom. The entire Willow Town shook violently!

Thump—!!

Thick dust and smoke flew up, and countless gravels splashed into the sky!

The earth trembled, and even the more than ten rivers running through the town surged. Amidst the exclamations coming from all directions of Willow Town, the violent river water rushed onto both banks, bringing up countless large fish, their bodies jumping on the wet soil.

Elder He’s figure flashed out from more than a hundred meters away. He leaned on his cane and looked back, only to see a bottomless giant pit slowly emerging in the drifting dust and smoke...

Elder He looked at the giant pit with a diameter of nearly a hundred meters, his face looking incredibly ugly!

"Where exactly did he shoot the spear from?!"

So far, [Floating Life Painting] had suffered two losses, but Elder He hadn't even seen where the enemy came from. He didn't have time to search and turned around to continue fleeing!

Because he heard that the opera singing voice was still echoing in his ears!

Before his figure could flee very far, another spear shadow pierced out from the void, falling from the sky like a god’s judgment!

Boom—!!

At this moment, the residents living in Willow Town only saw one huge spear shadow after another erupting from the void, like beams of light lighting up most of the sky one after another, and even the thick rain clouds covering the sky over Willow Town were pierced full of holes!

Three spears were thrown in succession, and the wasteland on the southwest side of Willow Town had completely turned into an abyss. Pale golden sunlight shone down from between the broken dark clouds, outlining giant deep pits that were bottomless.

If Elder He riding thousands of white cranes to the east before was regarded as a miracle by everyone, then this earth-shattering spear shadow in the sky was simply no different from a god’s personal arrival!

And at the edge of this devastated land, an aged figure was still fleeing in a sorry state!

Elder He was a Seventh-Order powerhouse after all, unlike the two juniors who were killed in seconds by a single spear. Even in the face of such a terrifying offensive, he wasn't without the power to resist...

But even so, his face was already as pale as paper, and the sweat on his palms flowed onto the cane bit by bit.

"Seventh-Order... no, Eighth-Order? This is at least an Eighth-Order attack!"

Elder He looked at the giant pits of spear shadows all over the ground with lingering fear and muttered to himself, "How could this be... There are only three Eighth-Order powerhouses in the entire Red Dust Realm, and the person who made the move is definitely not them... Then where did this Eighth-Order powerhouse pop out from?? Where did I offend him? Or is it [Floating Life Painting] that offended him?"

Elder He racked his brains at this moment, not knowing who he had offended, but a mysterious Eighth-Order powerhouse hiding in their Red Dust Realm was definitely a huge threat to [Floating Life Painting]. If it reached the Main City, it would definitely cause a sensation!

Elder He immediately took out his walkie-talkie from his bosom, pressed the button, and was about to say something, when another spear shadow fell from the sky!

Boom—!!

……

Da-da-da-da-da—

On the opera stage, the gold-chiseled tiger-head spear in Gao Chong’s hand pierced into the opera stage one after another. Because the force was too great, it poked small dents into the floor.

And as he lifted the long spear lightly, several heavy iron sliding carts were also flipped away, smashing heavily to the side.

Even though Willow Town was now shaking due to the mysterious spear shadows, Chen Ling, sitting in the audience, didn't notice it at all. It was as if this place was completely isolated from the outside world—stable, quiet, with only unreachable raindrops and opera singing lingering.

"What a powerful spear technique." Chen Ling muttered to himself.

Chen Ling watched the white-clad figure on the stage, who looked like a god of war. Every strike of his spear—its power, its speed—seemed unremarkable, yet there was an indescribable sense of oppression in his every movement...

In his hands, those menacing iron carts were like mere toys.

After knocking away six iron carts in succession, the white-clad figure narrowed his eyes and let out a cold snort:

"You're quite good at scurrying! How long do you think you can run?"

As the words fell, the white-clad figure took a forceful step forward. As his sole landed heavily on the stage, the space around him began to visibly twist and stretch...

It was as if they had been placed inside an infinitely large convex mirror; the originally cramped stage began to extend in all directions, and the white-clad figure, gripping his gold-chiseled tiger-head spear, seemed to grow taller and taller!

Chen Ling, sitting in the audience, felt a jolt in his heart!

In his field of vision, his own existence was shrinking frantically, as if he were an ant sitting in a crack in the floor. A wave of dizziness from the spatial distortion followed; at this moment, it seemed as if the entire Liu Town had been absorbed into the scope of the stage!

This was the first time since the performance began that Chen Ling had intuitively felt the intervention of supernatural power, and this simple step taken by the white-clad figure completely overturned Chen Ling's understanding of the "Path of the Drama God."

"The stage beneath the Eldest Senior Brother's feet... is actually Liu Town itself?!"

No wonder the Eldest Senior Brother could casually wave his spear and bring back corpses from thin air... From the very beginning, the performance on the stage could influence the reality of the outside world!

Only now did Chen Ling catch a glimpse of one of the mysteries of this performance, and he was struck with immense shock.

As the space of the stage twisted and stretched, the seventh iron cart charging toward them suddenly began to change in a bizarre way... Chen Ling remembered this illusion-like transformation; there seemed to be signs of it when the iron carts were first knocked away, but after the white-clad figure took that step, the signs became even more pronounced.

When he saw the transformation of that iron cart clearly, Chen Ling's eyes widened involuntarily...

"This is..."

……

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Old Man He, having dodged six spear shadows in a row, stood on the ruins leaning on his cane, coughing violently.

He looked back at the town in the distance and couldn't help but speak:

"I've already come this far, yet I still haven't escaped the range of the domain?"

With no other choice, Old Man He had to bite the bullet and continue his escape. He had already dodged six spears; surely, he could dodge the seventh or even more...

He seemed to be gradually getting used to the rhythm of that person's attacks.