Chapter 609: Jiangtian Nemesis

【Fist of Justice】 was the skill of the ordinary person Wen Shilin and had nothing to do with the God Path, so it was normal that he could use it… And the latter three were skills from Chen Yan’s twisted God Path.

The skills of the twisted God Path were not affected by the aura of the Jiangtian Sect, including the fake appearance Chen Ling now created with 【Faceless】, which still covered his face completely.

Even Chen Ling himself hadn’t expected this. Logically speaking, the twisted God Path should also count as a God Path… Could it be that this God Path was a bit too twisted?

The Jiangtian cultist’s expression was incredibly ugly. He didn’t know where Chen Ling came from, but until now, he had never heard of any God Path that could resist their aura. Even those high-order God Path possessors had to suffer in front of their several Archbishops.

And now was not the time to worry about the reason. The previous Jiangtian cultist sent to perform the suicide ritual in this area had failed, and the two of them came to fill the gap in this area… Now Chen Ling was blocking him, and he had to rush forward even if he had to bite the bullet.

The good news was that the skill Chen Ling used just now didn’t seem to be an attack type, only able to swap items between the two sides. Now he was empty-handed, and Chen Ling was also empty-handed. He might still have a chance of winning!

Watching the naked figure in the red robe flying across the ground at an astonishing speed, Chen Ling’s eyes narrowed slightly;

【Faceless】, 【Scarlet Trick】, and 【Fate Weaving】—these three skills indeed didn’t have strong attack power on the front battlefield. If it really came to a physical clash, he might not be a match for the primitive Jiangtian cultist…

However, besides the twisted God Path, he wasn’t without other means.

When the Jiangtian cultist rushed to his front, Chen Ling’s blood-stained lips parted, and a word exploded from the tip of his tongue like a spring thunder!

“——【FIX】!”

The moment this word sounded, it was like nine thunders rolling and humming in the ears of the rushing Jiangtian cultist. It seemed to contain some kind of magic, and his body, which he had been controlling with ease, suddenly stalled in mid-air!

This brief pause caused his body to completely lose its balance. After knocking over a nearby shelf, he stumbled toward Chen Ling.

Meanwhile, Chen Ling took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes…

……

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the Opera Path Ancient Treasury, back to the tide trial set up for him by his senior brother.

He stepped on the black reef, his blood-stained opera robe fluttering in the splashing waves. At the intersection of the sea and sky in the distance, a monstrous wave carrying the power to destroy the world came surging over!

The words of his second senior sister, Luan Mei, rang in his ears:

“……It’s a pity that the sense of belief in the substitution is still not enough.”

“Although the junior brother can sing, he hasn’t been in contact with opera for long, and he doesn’t know much about Mu Guiying in the script… At this level, it’s impossible to resonate.”

Chen Ling had tried to sing that line, breaking the monstrous waves with a flick of his sleeves, but ended up being swept into the bottom of the sea, ending up in a disheveled state.

At that time, he really couldn’t feel any resonance from that line, but now, Chen Ling felt it was different…

From the moment he stepped out of the theater, a certain emotion welled up spontaneously. Walking all the way, singing opera all the way, this emotion fermented continuously in his chest, intertwining with his soul.

Chen Ling had a premonition that this time, he could do it.

……

In the darkness, Chen Ling opened his eyes abruptly!

His left hand untied the sash of his opera robe, and with a light flick, the sash instantly replaced the “Yang” military flag that had been stuck behind Li Qingshan. After spinning rapidly at his fingertips several times, it was gripped tightly in his palm!

Chen Ling’s waist was as straight as a pine, standing tall in the pool of blood. He held the military flag behind his back, his empty right hand raised slowly, and the loose opera robe moved without wind…

The moment Chen Ling took his stance, Li Qingshan in the corner seemed to sense a certain aura and was stunned in place for a moment.

The Jiangtian cultist in mid-air had already recovered from the fix just now. He stepped on the edge of the shelf to borrow force, changed direction rapidly, and killed toward Chen Ling fiercely!

That touch of red approached in Chen Ling’s pupils, but he didn’t show any intention of dodging, instead speaking calmly:

“My duty must be fulfilled while I live, how can an inch of land belong to others…

What is a barbarian clown worth discussing,

I can withstand a million troops with one sword!!”

The moment the melodious singing voice sounded, a familiar feeling surged out from Chen Ling’s body. He subconsciously raised his empty right hand and, imitating Ning Ruyu’s appearance at the time, waved it casually toward the front.

The loose, empty sleeve brushed lightly before his eyes…

The next moment,

The rushing Jiangtian cultist exploded!

Without any warning, without any buffer, Chen Ling just flicked his sleeves casually, and the person was like a broken wave, falling apart in the air, turning into a sky full of scarlet blood rain, falling all over Chen Ling’s body.

Opera Path Secret Technique—【Flicking the Sky with Sleeves】.

The entire pharmacy fell into a dead silence.

Li Qingshan was stunned…

He didn’t know what had happened. Not only him, but even the Jiangtian cultist who was killed by Chen Ling’s casual flick of his sleeves didn’t have any resistance before he died… Or rather, he didn’t realize he would die at all, in such an unimaginable way.

The aura of the Jiangtian Sect could interfere with the God Path, but it couldn’t interfere with the Opera Path secret technique Chen Ling had learned. Coupled with the twisted God Path that was also not interfered with, the core means of the Jiangtian Sect had almost no effect on him… If the red-robed Jiangtian Sect was the nemesis of all God Paths, then Chen Ling, also in red, was the nemesis of all Jiangtian Sects.

With a flick of his sleeves, the formidable enemy vanished into thin air.

Chen Ling wore that blood-stained opera robe, wore the twisted headpiece, and his makeup was washed away by blood… He stood there quietly, as if he were the most terrifying demon here.

【Audience Expectation +3】

Meanwhile.

On the other side of the pharmacy,

The only remaining Jiangtian cultist used the bone-carving knife in his chest to directly cut open the flesh of his left chest, exposing his grim ribs to the air…

He tremblingly picked up the small hammer in the corner and gritted his teeth to smash it toward his ribs. With every smash, a rib broke in response. The rib gap, which originally couldn’t even be probed by a finger, was gradually broken open, enough to accommodate a palm.

Sweat beads the size of beans rolled down from his forehead, and his body was trembling involuntarily… He was in pain, and he was also nervous.

He had witnessed the process of his companion being killed by Chen Ling’s flick of his sleeves and knew that he couldn’t be the opponent’s match no matter what… He was going to die anyway, but this suicide ritual had to be completed. If this street wasn’t intersected with the “Sighing Wilderness,” the difficulty of summoning “World Destruction” for others would increase linearly.

This was a race against time. He had to sacrifice his lungs before Chen Ling killed him, otherwise, the Supreme Jiangtian Savior would not recognize his dedication and glory.

Fortunately, he had smashed several ribs extremely quickly, leaving a gap through which a palm could pass. The Jiangtian cultist reached out without hesitation and grabbed toward his lung lobe…