Chapter 621: If You Won't Eat It, I Will

BOOM!

Bloody flesh shattered in mid-air, and that nightmarish bright red opera robe, mixed in the red rain, fell powerlessly onto the sea of blood.

Seeing this scene, the red-robed bishop, who had withered until he looked like skin wrapped around a skeleton, stayed in place for several seconds before collapsing powerlessly to the ground, staring blankly at the sky, seemingly unable to walk out of the shadow of what had just happened.

The red rain drifted and shattered, and the world fell into deathly silence at this moment.

"...Dead?" Club J saw this scene in the distance, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Not dead." Jian Changsheng shrugged calmly. "Just watch, in less than ten seconds, he'll be back."

"He's been blown to pieces, and he can still live?"

"Do you understand the gold content of Heart 6? Whether dead or alive, it's all just for the sake of the show..."

Club J looked into the distance, half-believing, as if waiting for something.

……

"That monster... finally dead?"

"Who exactly is he?"

"I don't know, but the two bishops of the Jiangtian Sect seemed very afraid of him... If it weren't for him, the ritual might have really attracted the 'World-Ender'."

"So is he an enemy or a friend?"

"The person is dead; does it matter if he's an enemy or a friend?"

“……”

Several Floating Life Painting members who had arrived at the scene rescued their surviving companions in the pool of blood, their peripheral vision still glancing from time to time toward the direction where Chen Ling had exploded, still feeling lingering fear.

"My Lord, that bishop is still alive. Do you want a live captive or should we kill him directly?" A Floating Life Painting member came to Yang Muquan's side and asked, pointing to the red-robed bishop in the distance who was breathing his last. At this moment, two Floating Life Painting members were already approaching him.

"The Scarlet Sovereign of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss... The Faceless King who mocks fate... The Scarlet Sovereign of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss... The Faceless King who mocks fate..."

Even though Chen Ling was already dead, the numerous shadow centipede larvae never stopped chanting. They remained prostrate in the pool of blood in respect, their voices actually louder than before!

Yang Muquan was still frowning at the bright red opera robe, and just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed!

"Wait... tell them to come back!!"

The two Floating Life Painting members who were walking toward that spot stopped simultaneously, turning back in confusion.

*Whoosh*—

A breeze blew by, and ripples spread across the sea of blood.

The bright red opera robe floated up with the wind, and the shattered flesh all over the ground seemed to be guided by something, rolling beneath the robe from all directions. Vaguely, it actually outlined the flesh-and-blood contour of a human body!

"This is..."

A look of horror appeared in everyone's eyes!

[Audience Expectation -50]

[Current Expectation: 34%]

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[Audience Expectation +3]

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The red-robed bishop didn't see this scene.

He supported himself on the ground with both hands, climbing up from the pool of blood tremblingly, using the last of his strength to walk toward the distance step by step...

He certainly knew that in his current state, it was absolutely impossible for him to leave this place alive. With his current level of weakness, any Floating Life Painting member could subdue him without using their Divine Path.

All he could do was find a quick and clean way to die... In any case, as long as he didn't die at the hands of [Mock], it would be fine!

Their Jiangtian Sect lived in the Gray Realm; no one understood Calamities and the "World-Ender" better than them. The red-robed bishop would rather be stepped to death by the [Breath] Calamity than become a soul under the [Mock] Calamity... Only a very small number of people in this world knew that dying at the hands of the [Mock] Calamity would lead to something more desperate than death.

The red-robed bishop knew very well that the [Mock] Calamity could never die so easily, so he had to kill himself as soon as possible...

Before it returned to the stage.

The red-robed bishop stumbled a few steps and finally saw the boning knife lying in the pool of blood. A flash of joy crossed his eyes.

He immediately bent down to pick up the knife, gripped the handle with his withered arms, pointed the blade toward his own throat, and then took a deep breath and stabbed forward fiercely!

The next moment, a dry tree branch touched his Adam's apple, snapping into two pieces with a crisp sound.

The red-robed bishop's pupils contracted sharply!

"The Scarlet Sovereign of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss... The Faceless King who mocks fate... The Scarlet Sovereign of the..."

The rising and falling chanting echoed in the red-robed bishop's ears.

He turned his head with difficulty, his whole body trembling, and saw a young man in a bright red opera robe standing behind him like a ghost, holding the boning knife.

He was too clean—his hair, fingertips, skin, and the hem of his opera robe were not stained with a single drop of blood. Like a vermilion flower rising from the mud without being stained, he stood quietly in the sighing wind...

"Sorry, my table manners were a bit ugly just now." The handsome young man smiled slightly.

"However, you still have a little bit of fragrance on you... the very last bit."

The boning knife danced at his fingertips, and the next moment, it stabbed into the red-robed bishop's chest.

The red-robed bishop's body shuddered violently!

In his eyes, which were filled with extreme terror, scarlet blood flowed down the blade onto the ground. He watched with his own eyes as the blade cut through his flesh bit by bit, exposing his chest cavity to the air.

A heart, with the last remnants of Red Star aura, was beating silently within.

A clean, slender palm reached into the red-robed bishop's chest cavity and then slowly extended. Deep red nectar dripped down his fingertips, and a fresh, succulent peach was already held in his hand.

Chen Ling held the peach and smiled slightly at the red-robed bishop.

"Do you want to eat it? If you won't eat it, I will..."

The red-robed bishop stared blankly at this scene, his pale lips trembling slightly, unable to say a single word.

Chen Ling brought the tip of his nose to the peach and sniffed it gently. This plump peach must have been perfectly ripe, emitting a faint, strange fragrance that drilled into Chen Ling's nostrils.

He parted his lips and took a gentle suck, and the peach turned into a faint red mist that drilled into the corners of his mouth and was swallowed into his belly.

A look of intoxication appeared in Chen Ling's eyes again. He licked his lips involuntarily. Whether it was because of the peach or not, his lips became increasingly bright red, as if coated with a layer of rouge, possessing a fatal beauty.

The red-robed bishop opened his mouth, but could only make a terrified whimpering sound. After stumbling back two steps, he collapsed stiffly into the pool of blood, having already lost his breath.

"Thanks for the treat," Chen Ling said with a smile.

*Woo-woo-woo*—

The sighing wind blew across the sea of blood. Everyone around who witnessed this scene stood there like statues.

Even Jian Changsheng was shocked by the scene of Chen Ling eating the peach. He trembled, wanting to say something, but turned around and began to retch!

Right in this suffocating silence, a crisp sound rang out from the distance.

"Clap, clap, clap..."

Numerous shadow centipede larvae prostrated on the ground, kneeling toward the direction of the bright red opera robe, as if worshiping their "King"... And among them, a young girl dressed in her finest was smiling and clapping her fair hands, like an audience member who had finished watching a magnificent performance, offering her applause without reservation!

The sighing wind drowned out the audience's horror,

The opera robe smiled in the silent sea of blood,

Calamities were worshiping,

The devotee was cheering.