I'm not a drama god

"Lord Zangyun-kun!!"

The group, rushing through the rain at full speed, felt Cangyun Jun's aura suddenly extinguished like a candle in the wind, and their pupils contracted sharply!

They saw a red and black theatrical robe surging like flames in the rain, exuding a vast aura of world destruction!

"It's the Red King of the Twilight Society!"

"The Red King killed Lord Cangyun?!"

"Oops……"

"..."

The aura of Cangyun Jun had completely vanished along with the turbid calamity in his heart. The moment Chen Ling drew his sword, his figure swayed slightly, and his blood-red body fell forward...

Then he was firmly supported by Chen Ling's shoulder.

"The matter with Chu Changqing has been resolved," Chen Ling said softly. "Don't worry."

Cangyun Jun could no longer answer; his life had come to an end. His chest, covered with hideous veins, turned into pus that flowed downwards. Chen Ling gave him no chance, delivering a single judgment that obliterated the pus without a trace.

Zang Yunjun leaned on Chen Ling's shoulder, a smile on his lips, his body growing colder in the heavy rain.

at the same time,

The crowd surrounding Cangyun Jun, armed with various weapons, seemed to be frightened by Chen Ling's aura. They screamed in terror and retreated, some even slipping and falling to the ground...

"The Red King of the Twilight Society assassinated Lord Cangyun!!"

"Don't let him get away!!"

With the roars of the Dragon Slayers, figures charged straight toward Chen Ling, their earth-shattering attacks like flashing meteors, threatening to pulverize the earth.

Chen Ling didn't move, nor did he even look in that direction. He simply gently laid Cangyun Jun's body flat on the ground...

Before the barrage of attacks could land, three figures—Queen of Diamonds, Jack of Hearts, and Jack of Clubs—rushed out from behind him!

"You think you can hurt the Red King?"

Red Heart J snorted coldly, the gold ornaments all over his body jingling as he moved violently, and a cold light directly shattered the rain curtain, flashing towards the few figures rushing at the forefront.

However, there were still too many Dragon Slayers. Even with the three of them blocking the way, many people still managed to bypass the defenses. But just then, a figure wearing a white baseball cap appeared out of thin air like a ghost!

The silver snake-shaped earrings swayed silently. As Bai gently snapped his fingers, the dragon warriors' minds went blank. Confused and bewildered, they gradually stopped in their tracks in the rain...

"Oh no, the Twilight Society's reinforcements have arrived!" A Dragon Slayer saw this and exclaimed in a deep voice.

"Let's take care of these people before they gather too many members!"

Hearing the chaotic conversation of the dragon slayers through the rain,

Bai chuckled softly...

He pointed behind the dragon slayer:

"Why don't you turn around and take a look?"

The dragon slayers were startled and turned around at the same time, only to see a meteor-like afterimage descending from the sky!

boom--! !

As the afterimage crashed to the ground, the terrifying force sent many Dragon Slayers flying. An incomparably powerful aura of the Divine Power, like a surging wave, frantically assaulted the minds of every Dragon Slayer!

Amidst the swirling dust, an elderly woman with white hair, leaning on a cane, emerged shakily...

"The dragon slayers... they're getting worse with each generation."

The old woman's gaze swept leisurely over her surroundings, and she sighed helplessly.

"Is...is it Elder Bai??"

"There's no mistake, I've seen her picture on the wall at headquarters..."

"Wasn't Old Bai missing a long time ago? How come he's at the Twilight Society?!"

"..."

The appearance of the Queen of Spades was undoubtedly a major blow to the Dragon Slayers. They seemed unable to understand how their Dragon Slayer predecessors, who were once hanging on the wall of headquarters, could suddenly become traitors of the Twilight Society.

This former "senior" showed no mercy at this moment, swinging his snake-shaped cane and creating a sonic boom in the air!

The once quiet streets were now completely engulfed in chaos. People fled in terror in all directions, but they were already terminally ill and could not run far before collapsing to the ground, panting heavily.

At the same time, the faint cloud covering the entire Hidden Cloud Realm began to dissipate, and the biting cold wind from the Gray Realm surged into the city, as if the world itself was being stained with black, white, and gray...

The Lord of Cangyun is dead, and the Nine Lords' Domain that protected the Cangyun Realm has disappeared. Before long, this place will become a dead city in the Gray Realm, just like other realms... And the residents here will either die from disease, or from the pollution of the Gray Realm, or be devoured by calamities.

The fate of this realm has already been sealed; everything is heading towards an irreversible abyss.

In the misty water vapor,

The figure in the opera robe slowly straightened up.

Strands of electricity dissipated from his fingertips. While the others were battling the Dragon Slayer, Chen Ling had already reconstructed a coffin for Cangyun Jun... He rubbed the surface of the coffin with his fingertips, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"Why...why has all the color disappeared?!"

"It hurts so much! The tumor in my body seems to be hurting even more, like something is trying to burrow into my body... What's going on?"

"Lord Cangyun is dead! The Cangyun Realm is finished! We're all going to die! Hahahaha..."

"Die, die... It's better to die sooner than to suffer in life."

"We perished together with Lord Cangyun!"

"Come on! Where are those damn calamities?! Come and kill me!! I've been itching to die for a long time!!"

"Son, Mom has to go first... I hope you can live well in the Spirit Void Realm... I hope you can live a better life than Mom..."

"..."

In this city gradually swallowed by the gray realm, one figure after another huddled in a corner, awaiting death with fear and despair...

The figure in the theatrical robe stood silently in the rain, listening to countless pains through a storm of thoughts...

Then, he gently raised his palm.

Whoosh! !

A boning knife flashed through the air like lightning, piercing directly through a hunched old man who had collapsed to the ground, exhausted, with his eyes closed, awaiting death.

Blood splattered in the rain. Despite the poison from the boning knife, the old man felt no pain; in fact, the pain seemed to lessen considerably. From the moment he was pierced to his final death, it was barely a second. As his neck tilted, his empty eyes stared blankly ahead, and a faint smile appeared on his stiff face…

It was as if the person he cared about most had come to greet him personally.

After instantly killing the old man, Chen Ling's blade did not stop there. It was like a blood-red phantom in the rain, darting through the streets at lightning speed. Countless blood blossoms bloomed in the rain as the blade flashed!