I'm not a drama god

The power of the Crimson Star within Chen Ling has now reached an astonishing level, surpassing that of any other creature that has ever existed in this world. If it weren't for An Qingyu helping him seal the power, he would have already been expelled from this world...

Chen Ling was like someone who possessed a treasure trove, but could not easily access it. He could only slightly open the seal to let some of the power of the Crimson Star flow out.

Meanwhile, the outflowing power of the Crimson Star was being poured into the domain of negation by Chen Ling. As the domain expanded wildly, a pair of scarlet eyes, like two red suns in the night, shone with dazzling brilliance.

Chen Ling couldn't possibly break the seal too much, or he would explode and die again, or be expelled from this world once more... He had promised others that he wouldn't disappear again. Right now, he had already pushed his power to its limit within what he could bear.

Crimson lines extended from between his brows, covering Chen Ling's body. His body seemed unable to withstand the excessive power of the Crimson Star's will, and began to crack little by little... But he had no time to care about the pain at the moment. He was focused on controlling his domain, his whole body tense.

Chen Ling is now like an extremely unstable gas cylinder. Precise and meticulous control of the gas can help him unleash great power, but the slightest carelessness will lead to utter ruin.

A hand covered in scarlet patterns slowly rose from under the sleeve of the opera robe, pressing down to meet the fist of stars falling from the sky.

A terrifying hurricane surged from Chen Ling's feet outwards.

Lee Ryder felt as if he were enveloped by two deadly cyclones, his chest pressing so hard he could hardly breathe. In a battle of this magnitude, he was as insignificant as an ant.

He stared intently at the Starry Fist in the sky, a surge of intense resentment welling up inside him. His body trembled uncontrollably; he couldn't tell if it was fear or rage...

why?

Why is it that all I can do is watch helplessly as I entrust my life and death to others, and there's nothing else I can do?

His freedom, his life and death, even his knees, were not in his own control... He was like a tiny speck of dust, easily vanished with a careless breath from those two. And all of this, in the end, was because he was too weak.

Lee Rider's pride was too strong, so strong that he couldn't be as comfortable as other ordinary people who would bow down and grovel before the strong. At this moment, under two terrifying, world-destroying turbines, he felt no fear of his impending death, only regret for his own weakness.

He didn't want to be a lamb to the slaughter, nor an ant whose life was so cheap it could be blown away by a mere breeze...

Can……

Even if he was unwilling, what could he do?

at this time,

A slight rustling sound came from the side.

Out of the corner of his eye, Li Laide seemed to see something and turned to look at the ruins not far away... He saw that Brand, who had just been unconscious on the ground, was also pressed to the ground by Ying Fu's imperial pressure. His fingertips subconsciously dug into the soil below, and he let out muffled groans, as if he was about to wake up.

A fierce wind howled, and Lee Ryder's deep blue eyes narrowed instantly...

His body remained silent for a moment, the hem of his black vest fluttering in the wind. After a while, he withstood the two earth-shattering pressures and moved his feet with difficulty and stubbornness, as if carrying two mountains on his back, staggering towards Brand.

His resentment and anger seemed to find an outlet at this moment. A ruthlessness and murderous intent, so incongruous with his age, completely filled his eyes!

Om-! !

At the same time, a roaring sound rang out above Chen Ling.

The moment Chen Ling's cracked palm pressed against the sky, a domain that truly reached the level of world destruction suddenly opened up. The power of denial burned fiercely in his pupils, and the extreme pressure instantly caused the earth beneath his feet to crack like spider webs!

"I...deny."

The words of fate are rapidly altered in the void, and the surging power of the red star washes away everything.

The starry fist that crashed down from the sky transformed into countless scarlet petals the moment it touched Chen Ling's palm, and exploded with a bang!

The endless swirling red fragments resembled a storm, instantly engulfing everything within a radius of several kilometers!

This is the strongest negation power that Chen Ling can currently use after unlocking the power of the Crimson Star's will... This strike briefly crossed the chasm between the eighth and ninth ranks, forcibly negating Ying Fu's dual divine path killing move from afar!

"What's this??"

The civilians and officials watching from afar as the Starry Sky Fist descended only saw a blur before their eyes, and the surging crimson fragments engulfed the streets and buildings. They raised their hands to shield themselves, letting their clothes flutter in the wind.

Their eyes were filled with doubt and incomprehension; the methods used to mock disaster seemed to have completely exceeded their understanding.

When the scattered red petals finally landed and everyone looked back at the ruins...

The two figures, one in red and one in black, had already disappeared.

"...Where did it go?"

"Was he instantly killed by His Majesty's punch?"

"If they're going to be wiped out... there has to be some bloodshed, right?"

"Did it simply vanish into thin air?"

"It's possible. His Majesty's punch even distorted the starry sky. I almost fainted from fright just watching from afar..."

"The Calamity has been wiped out by His Majesty!! We are safe!!"

"Long live your Majesty!!"

"Long live His Majesty!!!"

"..."

After confirming that the apocalyptic aura had indeed vanished, cheers erupted from every corner of the Chengtian Realm. The people celebrated the annihilation of the calamity that had invaded their homes, praising the emperor's power, while the nobles and royalty breathed a slight sigh of relief…

Behind the unnoticed palace walls, scattered fragments of red petals drifted down from the sky like snowflakes.

Eunuch Zuo and He Jing stood in front of the palace, their bodies tense as they stared at the petals. Only after confirming that there was nothing special about the petals did they relax a little.

"...What about the disaster?" He Jing asked uncertainly.

"I don't know... his aura vanished in an instant." Eunuch Zuo asked suspiciously, "Could it be that he really died just like that?"

"he's gone."

A weary voice came from inside the palace.

Upon hearing this voice, Eunuch Zuo and He Jing turned around simultaneously, faced the palace, and bowed respectfully.

The figure inside the palace was about to say something when, a sudden explosion rang out!

boom--! !

Both Eunuch Zuo and He Jing's expressions changed drastically. Without hesitation, they rushed into the door, their breathing quickened, their hearts pounding in their throats...

"An assassination attempt?!" Eunuch Zuo exclaimed in alarm.

However, there was no trace of the assassin in the palace at this moment, and everything was intact... The white gauze fluttered slightly, but the bed that Ying Fu had been sitting on had been reduced to pieces.

“This…” He Jing stood there, stunned.

"Don't be nervous... He's gone." The figure behind the veil remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

"This is the 'gift' he gave me before he left."