I'm not a drama god

Pu Xiachan watched helplessly as the giant hand approached, gritted her teeth, and took out a mysterious calligraphy scroll from her bosom.

This calligraphy book was entirely purple, seemingly imbued with an extremely strong aura of divine calligraphy, even approaching that of a demigod. But just as Pu Xiachan took it out to tear it apart...

The calligraphy copybook suddenly turned into a thin piece of red paper.

Pu Xiachan was taken aback.

All of this happened so fast that Pu Xiachan didn't even have time to react. She had only been holding the calligraphy copybook for less than half a second, so how could it have been replaced instantly?

Did Chen Ling know what this was? Could he be prophetic?

The moment this thought crossed Pu Xiachan's mind, a red figure, holding a calligraphy scroll, appeared silently behind her like a ghost.

Strands of blood seeped from Pu Xiachan's chest. Only then did she seem to realize something, looking down in disbelief...

A boning knife had pierced through her body, staining the earth with blood. However, perhaps due to the neurotoxin, Pu Xiachan felt no pain whatsoever, and was even more relaxed than ever before.

She swayed weakly, turning her head with difficulty, trying to see the figure in theatrical robes behind her...

After a while,

With her last ounce of strength, she spoke in a hoarse voice:

"I don't believe it...you're that kind of person...Chen Ling..."

"I...don't believe it..."

A mouthful of blood surged into Pu Xiachan's throat, her consciousness gradually faded, and she finally crashed heavily to the ground, completely losing her breath.

slam-la-

Red rain poured down on the paper umbrella.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Chen Ling had his back to Pu Xiachan, but when he heard those last words, his grip on the umbrella handle tightened... and veins bulged across the back of his hand.

The bloodstains of Tu Tian and Pu Xiachan spread in the rain, like cold yet vibrant flowers.

A restrained and suppressed voice echoed in the air once again:

"Earth and rose are your cradle,"

"Frost and snow, and the setting sun, are your heavy makeup."

“I will weave my hopes into fluttering kapok flowers,”

"Until the rocks remember the fragrance of the flowers..."

……

Boom-!

A heavy black coffin landed on the ground, and Cube 10, dressed in a black suit, slowly carried it on his back.

"Hey, didn't Red King tell you to wear a mask?"

The sound of "Red Heart 9" came from the side. On the rooftop next to them, two figures in suits and black masks were holding umbrellas and looking down at the street.

“I don’t need it,” Square 10 replied calmly. “This level of poison can’t hurt me.”

"Yes..."

As if remembering something, Red Heart 9 ripped off her mask as well, saying, "What do I, a cyborg, have to be afraid of poison for?"

"Didn't Lord Red King say there was another corpse of the Ninth Prince?" asked Club 8 in confusion.

"Miss Liu has already gone to retrieve it at the Cangyun Base."

"Oh."

"It's been so long since I've heard the Red King sing a requiem in person..." Square 10, carrying a coffin, turned to look into the distance. "I really miss it."

"...I reckon he won't be able to sing many more times."

Red Heart 9 counted on his fingers, "Lingxu, Hongchen, Wuji... there are only three left among the Nine Lords. If we're unlucky, we'll have three more. If we're lucky... maybe one will be enough."

"Is this era finally coming to an end?"

Plum Blossom 8 lowered his head and slowly took out a piece of drawing paper from his pocket. He looked at the children running and playing innocently on the paper, and a complex look flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Our regrets... finally have a chance to be made up for."

"Yes, Lord Red King, he will help us smooth things over in the New World."

Redheart 9 stretched leisurely, his gaze drifting to the few Dragon Slayers fleeing in panic in the distance.

Raindrops pattered on the surfaces of two black umbrellas, the translucent droplets sliding down, and beneath the eaves, two pairs of deep eyes revealed a resolute determination and murderous intent...

"We'll talk about the new world later."

"The Red King has decreed that if Zang Yun is killed today, there will be no mercy."

……

Amidst the torrential downpour of red rain, a figure in a black and red opera robe slowly turned around.

Li Shengmen stood behind the corpses of his companions, his face pale as he looked at Chen Ling. Even though almost all of his companions were dead, he showed no fear... only a faint sense of helplessness and exhaustion.

He first turned to look at Li Qingshan:

"You... know each other?"

“Hmm.” Li Qingshan nodded. “If Brother Chen wants to kill me, I will die on my own without him having to lift a finger.”

Li Shengmen: ...

Li Shengmen never imagined that after all their growth to the level of six Tongtian Star Rank cultivators, they couldn't even last three minutes against Chen Ling... While there were certainly various factors at play, if the Lingxu Realm found out, they would be utterly humiliated.

"I admit that restarting the world now is the best way to save humanity..."

Li Shengmen took a deep breath, slowly squatted down, and raised his hand to grasp Chen Ling's hand. "But... I'm still not willing to die by your hand like this."

"Come on, use your true skills... to kill me."

Even though only Li Shengmen remained of the original five members of the Tongtian Star Group, he was still determined to fight to the death.

It has nothing to do with right or wrong, and nothing to do with reason or emotion.

He just didn't want to lose.

As Li Shengmen tightened his grip, Chen Ling seemed to be marked with some kind of symbol, and the surrounding space seemed to be thrown into a "pot," rapidly distorting towards Chen Ling...

At the same time, rainwater, earth, buildings, and even the pollution that gradually enveloped the boundary were like fragments of matter attracted by a black hole, swarming towards the center!

The assassin Cui Ran's sword can cleave time; Li Shengmen's hand, like a pitch-pot master, can twist space.

Chen Ling believed that if these high-ranking stars were given more time to grow to the eighth rank or even higher, they would probably play an unparalleled role... Unfortunately, in this era, this scene was destined not to happen.

Under the pressure of the surrounding space, even Chen Ling could not easily escape. As a complex look flashed in his eyes, the Calamity Domain opened once again!

【Card】--!

This marks the third time Chen Ling has rewritten reality.

The first time was with Cui Ran's sword that traveled through time. His appearance was so sudden that even though Chen Ling tried his best to dodge, he still had an arm cut off by the sword.

The second time was with Pu Xiachan's Book God Treasure. The power released after that thing was activated directly obliterated most of Chen Ling's body. If Chen Ling hadn't used the [card] to modify reality and replace the treasure in her hand in time, Chen Ling would probably be seriously injured now.

This time, Chen Ling also completely changed the source of the plot in one go.

As everything seemed to rewind, Li Shengmen took a deep breath and spoke again:

"I admit, it's serious now..."

Swish——! !

The cold glint of a boning knife flashed across the street.

Li Shengmen's head, filled with astonishment and anger, fell to the ground with a dull thud.