Chapter 64: The Performance Begins

This move of stealing weapons directly left most of the law enforcers bewildered.

Most of them were newcomers who hadn't come into contact with the divine path, and they knew nothing about the Path of the Thief, which came from outside the Aurora Domain. The moment their weapons were stolen, they were all stunned on the spot.

Bang bang bang bang—

Successive gunshots rang out, and the law enforcers standing at the very front fell to the ground like straw in the wind.

In the first round of fire, the law enforcers lost more than ten people. Yan Xicai was shocked and pulled a law enforcer in front of him to use as a shield. At the same time, a silver needle popped out from the side of the ring on his right hand, which he stabbed into the body of the law enforcer who had been turned into a beehive.

As the flesh and blood of that law enforcer were frantically devoured, the red jewel on the surface of the ring lit up, and a mysterious power rippled from Yan Xicai's palm.

"Knead!"

Yan Xicai casually threw the drained law enforcer aside and grabbed the air toward the hail of bullets with his right hand.

The next moment, the guns stolen by the seven Fire-Tamperers were frantically mangled as if by an invisible giant hand. The straight gun barrels curled into balls, and the bullets exploded in the chambers, injuring their palms in return!

"A ritual artifact?" Seeing this, a glimmer of light flashed in No. 8's eyes, and he raised his right hand to grab Yan Xicai.

Just as he was about to steal Yan Xicai's ritual artifact, Pu Wen stepped forward, took a piece of rice paper from his sleeve, and pointed it into the air toward the seven people.

On the surface of the rice paper, a black character was written with vigorous force—

【Fix】.

As this "Fix" character faded on the paper, the figures of the seven Fire-Tamperers stalled simultaneously, as if their bodies had been turned into stone statues, briefly frozen in place.

Path of the Book, First Stage—【Seal Character】.

Seeing this, No. 8's heart sank. He didn't expect that this Pu Wen had actually mastered the Path of the Book... Then how did he get this quota to enter the Ancient Vault of the War Path? Wasn't Yan Xicai bringing him along a blatant act of cheating?

In a flash of lightning, a blade of light slashed out from the gloom, sweeping across the neck of a frozen Fire-Tamperer like a crescent moon!

Lu Xuanming, dressed in black, stopped his movement. The straight blade was already soaked in blood. At the same time, a large head rolled off the body of the Fire-Tamperer behind him...

The seven Fire-Tamperers were reduced by one more.

"Run!" Lu Xuanming killed one person but didn't continue to attack. Instead, he rushed into the depths of the Ancient Vault decisively. "We are no match for them! Run separately!!"

This sentence also woke up the other law enforcers, and they turned around without hesitation and scattered in all directions.

Although there were more than seventy of them, they had lost more than ten people to the few Fire-Tamperers in just one encounter. Although they had managed to trade for one Fire-Tamperer thanks to Yan Xicai's ritual artifact, Pu Wen's Path of the Book, and Lu Xuanming's sudden attack, once the other Fire-Tamperers broke free from the "Fix" character, they could still easily kill them all!

A second later, No. 8 was the first to break free from the "Fix" character. He looked at the people fleeing in different directions into the Ancient Vault with a cold gaze, and after hesitating for a long time, he chose not to pursue.

"Damn it! No. 14 was beheaded!" The other Fire-Tamperers regained their mobility and looked at the headless corpse of their companion on the side, their expressions extremely ugly.

"We were too careless." No. 8 spoke slowly. "Yan Xicai, Lu Xuanming, Pu Wen—these three are all powerful young generations in Aurora City... How could they not have self-defense measures when entering the Ancient Vault of the War Path?"

"It's mainly that Pu Wen." Zhong Yaoguang gritted his teeth and said, "If it weren't for his Path of the Book, we could have stolen Yan Xicai's ritual artifact and Lu Xuanming's blade in an instant... Next time we meet, we must kill them!"

"No. 8, are we not pursuing?"

"Don't forget our goal. Everything is secondary to stealing the foundation of the Path of the War God." No. 8 looked at the direction in which everyone had fled and sneered.

"As for them... even if they manage to drag it out for 24 hours and the Ancient Vault reopens, so what? Waiting for them outside won't be those three law officers from Aurora City... but a Saint of Thieves."

The other Fire-Tamperers imagined the scene, and the corners of their mouths curled up, their hearts suddenly settling... With a Saint of Thieves outside to back them up, what were they afraid of?

"That's true, let them jump around for a while longer."

"It's just this No. 13, it's really confusing... who exactly is he?"

"Why bother about him? A dead man, what kind of waves can he make?"

"I just feel that everything is weird..."

"Alright, don't think too much. Now everything is secondary to stealing the foundation of the Path of the War God."

The six Fire-Tamperers turned and left the cliff, heading straight into the depths of the Ancient Vault of the War Path, and soon disappeared at the end of the horizon.

I don't know how much time passed.

A blood-colored palm slowly crawled onto the edge of the cliff.

The sobbing cold wind at the bottom of the cliff sounded like ghosts crying. A figure wearing a bright red opera robe climbed up from the abyss...

Chen Ling spat a shell casing from his mouth. His pierced skull was repairing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye. His gaze swept over the blood-colored corpses all over the ground, as if he were counting something.

"One, two, three... twelve, thirteen."

"Thirteen dead, sixty-four left... The slaughter isn't intense enough yet."

【Complete a performance involving at least fifty people, and ensure that no one survives after the performance ends】.

This was the goal of the performance left for Chen Ling by the Twisted Divine Path.

In other words, he had to ensure that everyone died here within 24 hours... If he relied on himself alone, it would be incredibly difficult to kill the remaining seventy-seven people. Because this included the seven Fire-Tamperers who were huddled together, Yan Xicai who held a ritual artifact and was surrounded by many law enforcers, Pu Wen who possessed the Path of the Book, and Lu Xuanming whose combat power was unknown.

The good news was that the divine path only required "no survivors," and did not require Chen Ling to kill everyone himself... So Chen Ling personally directed this "script."

Using his own death as bait, he drew fire to the other Fire-Tamperers. While the two sides slaughtered each other, he could not only cause casualties without blood, but also use this to slip out of everyone's field of vision and control everything from the shadows...

【Audience Expectation +8】

【Current Expectation: 35%】

On the edge of the dim cliff, blood dyed the earth scarlet.

Chen Ling, wearing the bright red opera robe, slowly squatted down, tapped his fingertip on his lips, and then pressed it onto the blood-colored earth... Like an actor about to start a performance, kissing the stage.

The corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, as if completing some ritual, and he muttered to himself:

"The performance... begins."