I'm not a drama god

Corpses lay scattered in pools of blood.

One, two, three... ten, fifty, one hundred...

Blood flowed down the rainwater, washing the entire street crimson. Thousands of lives ended with this single blow, and countless ghostly phantoms surged towards the figure in the opera robe from all directions like a torrent.

This was the first time Chen Ling had personally killed so many people... and they were all ordinary people.

But Chen Ling's face didn't show much expression. He calmly held up his red paper umbrella and walked in the heavy rain, as if he were not a bloodthirsty calamity that would destroy a city, but a red-clad theatrical god who seemed to drift away from the world.

If someone could see through the boundary between life and death at this moment, they would see that a swirling vortex of ghosts has appeared within the Hidden Cloud Realm, and at the center of that vortex is the large red paper umbrella in Chen Ling's hand.

The figure draped in a red robe with black patterns was slowly moving forward amidst the turbulent torrent of ghosts.

"What is the Red King doing?"

Red Heart 9, who had just arrived in the Hidden Cloud Realm, was somewhat surprised to see this scene and asked, "Has the Hidden Cloud Realm really pushed the Red King to the brink? Is he so eager to kill today?"

"What do you know?" Club 8 scoffed from the side.

"He wasn't killing people... he was saving people."

Redheart 9 was taken aback. He looked at Chen Ling in the distance with suspicion, seemingly not understanding why he was saving someone.

This guy... he's gone completely berserk, acting like he's truly destroying the world!

"Hey."

Just as the 9 of Hearts was deep in thought, the 8 of Clubs suddenly raised his hand and pointed in another direction... His expression was extremely solemn.

"Look over there."

Following the finger of the 8 of Clubs, the 9 of Hearts saw two figures standing atop the distant clock tower, overlooking the entire realm... the farmer and the butcher.

At this moment, the farmer frowned as he looked at the chaotic battlefield below. After hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke:

"Are we really not going down to help?"

"Help? Which side do you want to help?"

The butcher closed his eyes and slowly spoke, "Can Cangyun Jun's methods fool those dragon-spinning warriors, or you and me? He's clearly courting death... He just wants Chen Ling to end all of this with his own hands."

"...Sigh." The farmer sighed deeply, "I never imagined that even after all we've done, we still couldn't save this realm..."

"The fate of this realm was actually predetermined long ago... but neither of us was willing to give up." The Butcher paused for a moment, "Not only this realm, but this era itself... may already be beyond saving."

"Hmm? It sounds like you're interested in the Twilight Society?"

"...You know me, you know what I mean."

“That’s true.” The farmer paused for a moment. “As long as the Spirit Void Realm hasn’t completely collapsed, there is still hope… No matter how slim the chance, we cannot give up that glimmer of hope.”

"But we will not prevent another glimmer of hope from emerging."

The butcher looked at the gradually gathering members of the Dusk Society and the figure in the opera robe who was sweeping the streets in blood, his gaze somewhat complicated.

The farmer nodded, about to say something, when suddenly he looked in a certain direction with a strange expression...

"But some people with a stubborn personality... might not think that way."

……

A figure carrying a battle flag swept across the sky with a whoosh.

Tu Tian looked down at the street below, where bloodied corpses lay scattered in the rain. Old people and children were everywhere, each one pierced through by a single blade, killed instantly…

Looking around the entire street, there wasn't a single survivor left!

Tu Tian's eyes were bloodshot. As one of the owners of the Tongtian Star Position, he could accept the loss of the Dragon Slayers, but he could not accept that someone would torture and kill civilians like this. His chest heaved violently as he was burning with rage!

who is it……

Who could be so heartless and insane?!

As he searched carefully, the afterimage of a boning knife slicing across the sky caught his attention. He paused for a moment, then, as if realizing something, he almost gritted his teeth and shouted out the name:

"...Chen Ling!!!"

……

On the blood-red streets,

Chen Ling gently raised her hand and grasped the boning knife that was spinning back.

After killing so many people in one go, the boning knife was also quite tired. The centipede legs on the hilt trembled slightly, as if they were spasming... Chen Ling narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this.

"too slow……"

At this rate, it would take who knows how long to kill everyone in this city.

Killing with a knife is too inefficient. To quickly eliminate the lives in this city, it's best to use a method that has wider coverage, higher penetration, and is more direct and effective...

As Chen Ling walked, she pondered, while the raindrops pattered against the surface of her bright red paper umbrella.

Just then, as if realizing something, he suddenly looked up at the rain clouds above.

"This method... should work."

Chen Ling had an idea in mind and was about to put it into practice when suddenly, a figure whistled past like a meteor crashed down on the ground in front of him!

Boom-! ! !

Amidst the flying debris, a figure carrying a battle flag crouched in the shattered crater, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the figure in the opera costume…

"Chen Ling!!!"

"You beast...you even killed civilians?!"

Chen Ling was somewhat surprised. So many Dragon Slayers wanted to kill him, but none of them could get around the Twilight Society's defenses. Yet Tu Tian was able to break through the encirclement and stand before him...

This shows that Tu Tian's strength has indeed increased significantly, and the luck boost brought to him by the Tongtian Star Position is even more miraculous.

Chen Ling looked at Tu Tian, ​​who was glaring at her angrily, and couldn't help but recall the scene when she first met this guy in the Tian Shu Realm... Unbeknownst to her, he had grown to this level.

pity……

In this era, his power may not be enough.

Chen Ling's mind raced, and a sly smile, distinctly villainous, curled at the corners of her lips beneath the bright red paper umbrella.

"Yes... I killed him."

"how?"

Tu Tian was stunned, and then an even stronger anger surged into his heart. He already had some old grudges with Chen Ling, and now that Chen Ling had gone so far as to be heartless and crazy, he simply could not tolerate it!

"So what if you're the Red King of the Twilight Society?! Today, we'll settle all our scores!"

Tu Tian drew the battle flag from his back, and the hurricane whipped up by the Power God Path swept away the surrounding rain. Facing Chen Ling, he dared not hold back in the slightest and immediately activated his strongest skill, taking a step forward!

The next second, the sky seemed to be pulled by some force, violently distorting. The power of the celestial phenomena surged wildly into the battle flag in his hand, and as his figure crashed through the rain, a cold light powerful enough to shatter mountains and split seas pierced towards Chen Ling's face!

He was so fast that only a blurry afterimage remained in the air. Just then, a crisp sound of metal clashing against metal rang out and resounded through the sky!

Ding--! !

A slender, pale index finger gently touched the tip of the battle flag that Tu Tian had unleashed with all his might, fixing it firmly in mid-air like a mountain...

"Oh?" Chen Ling spoke calmly under the large red paper umbrella.

"Is it just you?"