Chapter 891: The Divine Paths Return Because of Them

Chen Ling was stunned.

He felt the three gentle and mysterious ribbons of light descending upon him, and his eyes were filled with deep confusion...

The gaze of the audience just now should have scared all three divine paths away... How could they have suddenly returned after having already left?

Chen Ling's mood was like a roller coaster: anger was followed by hope, hope by despair, and in the depths of despair, heaven gave him another chance to turn things around...

"So familiar..." Chen Ling muttered to himself, feeling the aura of the three divine paths.

……

"The divine paths are back???"

Chu Muyun and another Twilight Society member outside the courtyard widened their eyes in shock.

The three divine path stars favoring Chen Ling and then choosing to leave was already beyond their understanding... but they had never heard of divine paths returning once they had left.

Are divine path stars this capricious??

Even the experienced Twilight Society members felt their worldview collapsing at this moment...

"And... is it just my imagination?" the other Twilight Society member rubbed his eyes and said in disbelief,

"Is there someone inside those three divine paths?"

……

Qian Fan fell into the snow, staring at the magnificent sight of the three divine paths, dumbfounded.

After a long while, he came to his senses, stood up from the snow while cursing,

"One after another... what is going on??"

"I don't care how many divine paths favor you, I don't believe you can pull any more tricks if I blow your head off."

He picked up the pistol from the ground, braved the surging divine path fluctuations, walked up to the skeletal cage, and aimed the black muzzle back at Chen Ling's brow...

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

Qian Fan's movements froze in place...

Immediately after,

a line of blood slowly appeared across his neck.

Qian Fan's eyes became dull and unfocused. His vision spun, and then he saw a headless corpse standing stiffly in the snow, blood gushing from the stump like a fountain...

His head rolled silently to the ground.

Decapitation;

Chen Ling, pinned to the bones, saw this scene with deep confusion in his eyes...

Just then, a voice sounded from behind him:

"Yo~ isn't this our 'Don't Worry' brother."

Chen Ling turned his head as best he could, only to see three figures walking out of the wind and snow, stepping on the divine paths.

One was covered in bandages, white hair dancing in the falling snow; one was wearing a Tang suit, his eyes behind small round sunglasses curved into crescents;

In the middle was a figure covered in blood, his chest sliced open by a gruesome wound, his black clothes fluttering slightly in the wind...

Jian Changsheng was badly injured but smiling brilliantly, saying sarcastically:

"You have times when you're this pathetic too... Red Heart."

Seeing the three of them, a strong sense of familiarity flooded Chen Ling's heart. He felt as if he had forgotten something, and the memories in his mind began to loosen...

"Who... are you?"

"We're your big saviors."

Jian Changsheng and the others stood in front of Chen Ling, facing all the enemies in the courtyard. They protected Chen Ling behind them like three insurmountable barriers, standing tall in the wind and snow...

Jian Changsheng stepped on Qian Fan's head, crushed it, swept his gaze calmly over the others, and said indifferently:

"...Leave none alive."

The air fell into a dead silence.

Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua turned to look at him simultaneously, their expressions somewhat strange.

"..." Jian Changsheng looked at the two with a hint of pleading, as if to say, it's rare for me to get a chance, just let me show off in front of Chen Ling!

Sun Bumian clicked his tongue, and after a long while, he moved, disappearing into the snow in a flash;

Jiang Xiaohua moved reluctantly, walking toward the others, his heavy footsteps leaving deep prints in the snow;

"Who are these three??"

"Do you know where this is? How dare you attack an enforcer?!"

"You're looking for..."

Seeing Qian Fan instantly killed, the others here panicked.

Before the last word "death" could be uttered, a lion dance with colorful flames crashed through the snow, biting them in one go. With a casual shake of its head, it separated their limbs and heads, scarlet blood splashing like paint onto the white canvas of the snow.

BANG BANG BANG—!

Gunshots rang out one after another, but the bullets left not a single mark on the lion.

Seeing this, the crowd's panic grew. They kept firing while subconsciously backing away...

"Curse."

A small voice came from the side.

In the wind and snow, Jiang Xiaohua had somehow picked up the shell casings they had fired. With a casual squeeze, they transformed into the likenesses of those people...

Jiang Xiaohua walked slowly through the snow, holding these shell-casing dolls in his palm, and then...

Squeezed hard!

CRACK—!!

As the shell-casing dolls were crushed into twisted scrap metal by Jiang Xiaohua's bare hands, the corresponding figures were suddenly twisted as well. A series of bone-shattering sounds echoed through the sky. They didn't even have time to scream before they were twisted into grotesque shapes and collapsed into the snow.

Five seconds after Jian Changsheng and the others made their move, the courtyard was littered with corpses...

Jian Changsheng calmly picked up the pistol from the ground and turned to look at Chen Ling, who was pinned to the bones.

Chen Ling was suspended in the air, staring blankly as Jian Changsheng and the others killed everyone. Confusion and bewilderment filled his mind. He subconsciously looked down and met the gaze of the blood-covered Jian Changsheng.

"You..."

"Although it's fun to see you looking so dazed, now... it's time for you to wake up."

Jian Changsheng grabbed into the void with his left hand, and the threads of Chen Ling's memory were held in his grasp. He smiled slightly and pulled them backward!

The next moment, forgotten memories flooded into Chen Ling's mind like a tide!

Twilight Society, Aurora Realm, Red Dust Realm, Heavenly Star Position, Imperial Path Ancient Treasury, Saint of Thieves... Light flowed through Chen Ling's eyes, and his entire demeanor changed visibly!

"So that's how it is..."

Chen Ling was about to say something else when he saw Jian Changsheng give a wicked smile and raise the gun in his hand toward him...

BANG—!!

A bullet blew Chen Ling's head apart.

This scene left Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua completely stunned. Their mouths hung open, their jaws nearly hitting the ground... They watched Jian Changsheng's confident back, not understanding what the hell this kid was doing!

"Don't worry, he can't die... Didn't I say? You have to shoot twice in the head for him to die."

"Instead of letting that small fry shoot, I might as well do it myself..."

Jian Changsheng blew the smoke from the muzzle. In front of him, Chen Ling's head was rapidly regenerating...

Jian Changsheng took a deep breath and slowly exhaled... The corners of his mouth lifted involuntarily, and a look of satisfaction at having avenged his grudge appeared on his face. He laughed:

"I, Jian Changsheng, have finally waited for this day!"