Chapter 527: The Way of Drama Shall Rise

Saw the “resonance”?

Chen Ling couldn’t understand it, but he could guess that this was likely a method specifically used by the Imperial God Path to subjugate subjects... Aside from that, learning that the Imperial God Path exerted a gravitational pull on other God Paths was also an important gain.

However, this was probably all the information he could squeeze out of Nie Yu.

“Is it worth it, throwing your life away so loyally for Ying Fu?” Chen Ling asked in a deep voice.

“You wouldn’t understand the grand ambition in His Majesty’s heart... He is not just an ‘Emperor,’ but a hero capable of leading humanity toward glory.” Nie Yu sneered. “Even if you kill me today, there will be more people willing to follow in his footsteps. One day, His Majesty will overturn the world and forge a brand-new era for humanity.”

“By hunting down the Nine Sovereigns to overturn the world? Are you sure he can lead humanity toward glory?”

“The transformation of an era is always accompanied by sacrifice and blood... Anyone, regardless of strength or status, is merely a chess piece at His Majesty’s fingertips.”

Chen Ling shook his head. He pressed the muzzle of his gun against Nie Yu’s forehead, pinning his head heavily against the wall.

“I do not approve of the path he wants to take.”

“It doesn’t matter... Time will prove everything.” Nie Yu’s remaining eye stared at Chen Ling, his voice calm and unruffled.

Chen Ling stopped entangling himself with Nie Yu. His own body had reached its limit; if he dragged this out any longer, variables might arise... He poured his remaining spiritual energy into the muzzle, his bright red theatrical robes fluttering without wind.

Chen Ling’s apricot-red eyes gradually lit up in the darkness:

“For the reboot of human civilization...”

“I sentence you to death.”

Bang—!

As Chen Ling pulled the trigger, the [Judgment Court] was activated once again. The power of deconstruction surged from the muzzle, instantly obliterating Nie Yu’s head and neck into nothingness!

A mangled corpse collapsed into a pool of blood, and the factory fell silent, save for the pattering of rain.

Outside the flickering screen, lines of information popped up frantically!

“The ‘Hunter’ is dead?!”

“He actually counter-killed the ‘Hunter’... Who exactly is this man in red?”

“Did you guys see that just now?! He summoned lightning with his bare hands! God, am I crazy or is this world crazy?!”

“The ‘Hunter’ was a legendary figure in the Golden Triangle. I never expected him to die in a dilapidated factory...”

“Does anyone know who this man in red is?”

“Never heard of him... But looking at his clothes and the makeup on his face, he feels like an actor from the ancient East...”

“What’s an ‘actor’?”

“It’s similar to a performer, just much older.”

“Can someone tell me how to contact this performer? I want to hire him to kill someone, I’ll pay any price.”

“……”

Just as the entire dark web was shocked by the Hunter’s death, a man in a white suit in a Las Vegas casino fell into deep thought.

He stared at Chen Ling on the screen, his knuckles tapping the table unconsciously as he quickly recalled all the abilities displayed so far.

“Walking on air, self-harm, face-changing, summoning lightning, and bullets with immense power... I’ve never heard of any God Path possessing these traits... Could it be that those sorcerers have reappeared? But they shouldn’t be appearing on the mainland.”

The man frowned in thought. Just then, the figure in red standing in the dim factory suddenly tilted his head slightly and glanced at the surveillance camera...

The next moment, the entire feed went black, leaving only a flood of messages popping up on the side.

“He knew we were watching him?!” The man was startled, as if realizing something.

“No... wait, this livestream, was it orchestrated by him?”

“He was certain he could kill the ‘Hunter’ all along, and he voluntarily publicized the entire process of killing him?!”

The man in the suit’s expression shifted. Before this, everyone had assumed that this was a hunting livestream initiated by the “Hunter,” but now it seemed this red-clad performer had known all along that someone was watching the process through the surveillance... He was the true “Hunter” behind the scenes!

But why would he do this?

To let everyone on the dark web witness him killing the “Hunter” and use that to build his reputation? Or did he have a grudge against the “Hunter” and wanted to take revenge in this way?

Questions flooded the man’s mind, but he was destined never to find the answer in a livestream that had already ended... The figure in the bright red theatrical robes had already become an unsolved mystery.

……

Meanwhile, San Francisco.

“Interesting...”

A young man in a Tang suit locked his phone. After standing silently on the roadside for a long time, the corners of his mouth lifted involuntarily. “It seems the Drama God Path has produced an incredible fellow... I must find a chance to meet him next time.”

“Mr. Sun, are we not leaving yet?” the young boy beside him asked, scratching his head.

“Let’s go, let’s go. The show is over.”

He brushed the dust off his hem, stood up from the roadside, carried the bright red lion dance head in one hand, and skillfully spun his prayer beads with the other, walking unhurriedly toward the other side of Chinatown.

The boy followed beside him. “Which show were you watching just now?”

“A good show, a grand show.”

“Huh? Was it good?”

“Haha, never mind whether the show was good or not, but...”

A breeze brushed against the hem of his Tang suit. The young man paused briefly on the roadside. As if sensing something, he looked back toward the direction of the mainland and murmured:

“The Way of Drama... shall rise.”

……

Clang—clang—clang...

Above the snow-covered plains, a green-skinned train sped along the tracks.

Drifting snowflakes danced outside the window, and vast birch forests receded amidst the roar of steam. In a certain carriage, a figure slowly opened his eyes.

He was draped in a snow-white fur coat, his phoenix-like eyes flashing with a complex emotion. He sat like a statue, silently watching the flying snow outside.

“Your Majesty, what is wrong?”

An old man in the opposite seat noticed the anomaly and asked in confusion.

Ying Fu remained silent for a long time before saying slowly:

“My general has fallen in battle.”

“Could it be the first minister Your Majesty often speaks of... the Heavenly Wolf, Nie Yu?”

“...Yes.”

The air in the carriage fell into silence.

The old man sighed deeply. “Your Majesty has been mentioning General Nie to this old man for the past few days. I had originally intended to meet him in person after heading south. I never expected... truly, the world is unpredictable.”

“General Nie had a tiger in his heart, sniffing the roses. If Chancellor Han were to meet him, he would surely appreciate him greatly.”

“In any case... please accept my condolences, Your Majesty.”

Ying Fu withdrew his gaze from the window. In those cold, majestic eyes, a rare trace of faint sorrow flickered.

He said calmly:

“Have them stop the train... I wish to see General Nie off on his final journey.”