Chapter 882: I Won

In the snow in the distance, Mo Lian slowly lifted the brim of his bowler hat with his fingertips.

He looked at the bright red opera robes standing up from Jiang Xiaohua's body in the wind and snow, his eyes full of emotion and mockery.

"As expected of the [Borrowing the Moon] path... Bai Ye, oh Bai Ye, why don't you use such a special ability where it should be used..."

"If you wanted to, you could completely play this fusion of world-destroying disasters in the palm of your hand. If the method is appropriate, you could even manipulate the memories of everyone and destroy all human domains one by one."

"This is a super weapon that can surpass the Silver King..."

Mo Lian's hands were glowing with [Heart Python]. The more he muttered, the more excited he became, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop turning up.

Having just stolen the ability to steal memories, seeing the legendary fusion of world-destroying disasters gave Mo Lian the pleasure of a windfall. He knew very well that combining these two things was enough to exert near-invincible power!

As long as he manipulated it properly, he might even be able to use the Mocking Disaster to flatten the Wuji Domain and kill the Silver King!

Once the Silver King died, the demigod position of the Thief God Path would be vacant, and he would also become the most promising candidate for the next demigod... This was his opportunity to become a god!

Before that, let's practice with the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury first...

I wonder how long this ancient treasury, which has been lost for hundreds of years, can withstand the power of the Mocking Disaster?

Just as Mo Lian was looking forward to Chen Ling's death and the birth of the Mocking Disaster, a sudden change occurred!

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[Audience expectation +3]

[Current expectation: 57%]

Two lines of text flashed before Chen Ling's eyes, and he was slightly startled.

Before he could realize anything, the wind and snow in front of him were suddenly torn apart by a pair of palms, and a black-clad figure holding a long sword walked toward him with monstrous murderous intent and resentment.

"Chen——Ling——!!!"

The moment he saw the person's face, Chen Ling's brows gradually furrowed;

"It's actually you." Chen Ling said faintly. "Strange... I clearly killed you with my own hands, why aren't you dead yet?"

"Why should I die... Why do I deserve to die??"

Jian Changsheng's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. He stared at Chen Ling, or perhaps his own bumpy fate, and roared in anger!

"I've been a servant for so many years, and I finally had a chance to get rid of my fate! How can I die here... Whether you are a monster or a demon! I, Jian Changsheng, will never accept my fate!!"

Jian Changsheng rushed toward the bright red opera robes in the wind and snow like a black beast!

So fast!

Chen Ling was shocked. Compared to his memory, Jian Changsheng's speed was much faster, but he was able to react and used the boning knife in his hand to block the sword edge for the first time!

Clang clang clang—!

The boning knife and the long sword collided rapidly, making crisp explosions, and the terrifying power constantly lifted the surrounding ground.

Both Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng were surprised by their skyrocketing combat power, but as white light flashed over their heads constantly, neither of them had time to think about the reason. Endless confusion and emptiness filled their minds.

Both of them had forgotten most of their skills, retaining only the most basic combat instincts. The boning knife and the sword edge constantly wounded each other's bodies, and after a while, they turned into two blood men.

Under these circumstances, both of their [Blood Clothes] were activated subconsciously, and their combat power skyrocketed!

Seeing that the two were fighting inextricably, Chen Ling moved his mind and quickly pulled away from Jian Changsheng, aiming the pitch-black muzzle at the blood-colored Jian's body...

He still had a powerful skill, which was [Judgment Court] he had extracted from Han Meng.

As Chen Ling's murderous intent spread wildly, a domain-level pressure descended suddenly. The judgment aura coldly locked onto the rushing Jian Changsheng, and a suffocating feeling of impending death continued to rise in the latter's heart...

No...

Jian Changsheng had lost to this skill last time, but this time, this skill was even more terrifying, so terrifying that he couldn't even raise a thought of resistance.

The bright red opera robes danced in the wind, and Jian Changsheng even saw his impending death in that pitch-black muzzle.

"For the restart of human civilization..."

"I judge you to die."

Chen Ling pulled the trigger.

The earth-shattering judgment did not happen, and Jian Changsheng was not decomposed into nothingness by this blow... The blood-covered Jian Changsheng opened his eyes blankly, finding that he was still alive, his eyes full of confusion.

"[Judgment Court] did not activate... Why?" Chen Ling looked at his palm and muttered to himself.

The activation of [Judgment Court] requires a "name."

This "name" is formulated by Chen Ling, but it must be consistent with Chen Ling's inner heart. He cannot go against his heart, and he cannot frame others at will... His "restart name," which had always been effective, had failed in front of Jian Changsheng this time...

This meant that deep in his heart, Jian Changsheng was not an enemy of the restart of human civilization, let alone his enemy?

Why?

Chen Ling's [Judgment Court] failure made Jian Changsheng's eyes light up. He didn't hesitate to seize this flaw, stabbed a sword into Chen Ling's abdomen, and slashed horizontally with force!

Splashing blood splattered on the snow, Chen Ling was almost cut in half by this blow, and his whole body fell backward to the ground under Jian Changsheng's impact.

"Hahahaha!! Chen Ling!! This time, I won!!"

Jian Changsheng looked at Chen Ling, who was covered in blood beneath him, and couldn't help laughing. He raised the blood-stained long sword in his hands and was about to stab Chen Ling's throat!

The next moment, the cold sword edge paused in the air.

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Forgetting progress: 70%

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In the vast wind and snow, Sun Bumian followed the footprints beneath him and walked back step by step.

Sun Bumian didn't remember where he was, nor did he remember why he appeared here. He only knew that when he regained his senses, he had already walked a long way in the unknown snow...

After being stunned in the snow for a long time, he chose to trace back according to the footprints he came from. He wanted to know how he, who was performing a lion dance a second ago, ended up here in the blink of an eye.

As he gradually deepened into the wind and snow, large areas of scarlet blood came into his sight.

A figure in bright red opera robes, almost cut in half, lay in the center of the blood... And beside him, a figure retreated staggeringly, the sword in his hand dropping to the ground with a clang.

"I... I... I killed someone?"

Jian Changsheng's face turned pale. He stared blankly at the blood-stained long sword he had just dropped, and the dying blood shadow in front of him, his body trembling with fear.

"I killed someone... No... How could I kill someone..."

"What have I done..."

"If Young Master Yan finds out, I will definitely be held accountable by the Chamber of Commerce, and my father will probably be implicated... He was clearly about to get rid of his indenture... It's over... Everything is over..."