I'm not a drama god

The light flashed so fast that none of the knight commanders present could react in time...

A dull thud echoed as everyone looked down and saw Ya Qing, still in an angry, questioning posture, being beheaded. Blood flowed from the severed wound, and his increasingly empty eyes still held a trace of confusion and anger.

The dignified commander of the Knights Order, a seventh-rank Yi Shen Dao, didn't even have a chance to react in front of Ling Xu Jun... and was directly wiped out like a chick. This was also a strong psychological shock to the other knights.

"Who else...was involved?"

A voice like a demon's whisper echoed from ahead. Lingxu Jun's eyes scrutinized everyone before him, his oppressive aura surging like a tsunami across the entire summit of Lingxu Mountain!

"Damn it, let's go!!"

Upon seeing this, the Gray Knight cursed angrily and charged towards Lingxu Jun without hesitation!

At the same time, the Moon White Knight, who could no longer contain himself, conjured a snow-white bow and arrow out of thin air. With a flick of his finger, an arrow that seemed to melt into light shot straight at Lingxu Jun's face!

As the arrow was released, from the Gray Knight's perspective, it seemed to transform into an athlete competing against him. As two illusory tracks stretched out in his vision, his speed instantly surged, even surpassing the arrow that had melted into light...

【Percentage Arrow】, 【Absolute Competition】.

When the abilities of the two Yi Shen Dao were activated simultaneously, the two killing moves arrived at Ling Xu Jun's face almost instantly. But the next second, the formula for speed was altered by Ling Xu Shu. The two afterimages, too fast for the naked eye to catch, stopped in front of Ling Xu Jun as if in slow motion...

His disheveled hair danced in the wind pressure from the arrows, revealing the tired eyes of Lingxu Jun below. He glanced at the two of them indifferently, waved his hand lightly, and a sonic boom swept past him.

The Gray Knight's head was severed instantly, and the arrows beside him turned to ashes. Even though the Moonlight Knight fired hundreds of arrows in the next second, raining down on Lingxu Lord, they still couldn't break through the altered "speed" barrier, like a dense net suspended in the air...

"You were supposed to be the guardian deity of the Spirit Void Realm... Why did you have to go to this extent?!"

As the Crimson Knight watched helplessly as Raven and Gray fell one after another, he roared, and a strange power began to spread through the air.

This power was formless and intangible. As the Crimson Knight questioned him, a sense of oppression enveloped Lingxujun's figure. He spoke again, and his series of questions echoed in the air:

"Can't you see the suffering in the world?!"

"Don't you really have a heart?!"

"If the other nine rulers were still alive, what would they think of what you're doing now?!"

“Answer me!!”

With each word the Crimson Knight uttered, a mental thorn pierced Lingxujun's mind, causing the latter to groan, his already pale face contorted with struggle and pain...

Why don't you respond to my "debate"? Why do you let my attacks take root in your mind?

"Because you know that what you're doing is wrong... right?"

"If that's the case, why not stop now?"

Lord Lingxu is injured.

It's not physical damage; the Crimson Knight's "Debate" wound can reach the heart. If the enemy's rebuttal is reasonable and well-founded, the damage will be greatly reduced. But if the enemy remains silent, the damage will accumulate to an extremely terrifying level... To put it bluntly, it's a battle of wits.

Lingxu Jun, on the other hand, would rather endure the mental wounds inflicted by the Crimson Knight than speak out.

“You clearly heard the cries of all living beings, but you…”

"enough!!"

Lingxujun opened his eyes wide in anger. With a wave of his hand, the air density around the Crimson Knight dropped rapidly, and sound seemed to encounter a barrier, unable to enter his mind at all...

As he made a grasping motion from a distance, the Crimson Knight coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Having slain three knights in succession, Lingxujun's furious and icy gaze finally settled on the Moon White Knight, who still held his bow drawn...

He took a few steps and walked towards her.

Whoosh whoosh!

The Moon Knight did not give up, but continued to fire arrows. The rain of arrows was overwhelming, but not a single one could get close to Lingxu Jun. He was like a walking black hole, swallowing all matter and even light.

Finally, he calmly walked up to the Moon Knight.

"You will die a horrible death," the Moon Knight said hoarsely.

"……Um."

Swish-!

As Lingxujun raised his hand again, the Moon White Knight's head was severed from his neck. The crimson blood from killing several people stained the gray monk's robe, making it look particularly ferocious and eerie.

With all four knight commanders dead, Lingxujun's gaze slowly fell on the Jack of Spades, who had not yet made a move.

Why don't you do it?

Why should I take action?

"Aren't you all together?"

“…I don’t know.” The Jack of Spades shook his head honestly. “I was just following orders to patrol the streets. I came when you told me to…I can vaguely guess what they did, but I don’t know the specifics.”

Lingxu Jun frowned slightly. He stared at the Jack of Spades for a long time and found that even the other's heartbeat and pulse had not changed at all...

Is he really not involved in these matters?

In any case, Lingxu Jun no longer wanted to kill anyone. Since the Jack of Spades was not openly his enemy, he still had some value to him.

"...You may leave." Lingxujun waved his hand. "Hang their heads on the clock tower next to the Tower of Akash, so that everyone can see...what happens to those who disobey me."

"Yes."

The Jack of Spades acted decisively, grabbing the heads of all four men and turning to walk down the mountain.

As he descended the mountain, not long after, an unprecedented commotion and uproar erupted from within the Spirit Void Realm, as if the residents had witnessed the four heads being hung high. In an instant, fear and anger spread wildly among the crowd.

A breeze carrying the stench of blood swept from the boundary into the Lingxu Ancient Temple. Lingxu Jun could vaguely hear their curses; each malicious word was like a sharp thorn, constantly piercing his heart...

Everyone felt sorry for the team leaders.

Everyone is cursing him to die.

Even without these leaders, others would surely rise up soon and follow the will of the people to overthrow him... Lord Lingxu did not react to this, but simply stood quietly on the mountaintop, letting his blood-stained monk's robe flutter in the wind.

From this moment on...

Lingxu Jun Wu Tongyuan...

The whole world is an enemy.