Chapter 1084: Half-God Xiao Jian

On this stage, Chen Ling could not use any skills; he relied only on pure combat and willpower. The same was true for the spectators.

However, Chen Ling differed from the "spectators" in that he had experienced too much on stage. He had learned the combat techniques of the Martial God Path, mastered his senior brother's fighting methods, survived countless battles, and escaped death multiple times. His combat ability far surpassed that of the other "spectators."

In a one-on-one situation, Chen Ling had previously instantly killed the "trash-talking spectator" who climbed onto the stage to replace him. But this time, he faced an endless stream of opponents.

After Chen Ling instantly killed several "spectators," more than a dozen figures swarmed him. They crowded around his sides, restricting his every movement and punch, making each action incredibly difficult. At the same time, countless hands rained down on his entire body.

Pain flooded his mind as Chen Ling gritted his teeth and endured all the attacks, trying to punch his way out of the crowd. But the longer he was trapped, the more "spectators" surrounded him. Like ants, they stepped on their companions' shoulders and lunged at Chen Ling's body from above.

One, two, three... ten, eleven...

Countless dark figures piled up, completely engulfing Chen Ling. They stacked one on top of another, forming a black pyramid rising from the ground, pressing Chen Ling firmly at the bottom, preventing him from moving an inch!

On this stage, Chen Ling had no power advantage; after all, he was just another "spectator" like the other dark figures. At this moment, he could only rely on his willpower to keep his legs steady and prevent himself from falling. He knew well that once he fell, there would be no chance of getting back up.

Just then, a loud bang echoed from the "performance" behind the curtain!

Boom—!!!

Overwhelming killing intent surged skyward, shattering the cracked disc into pieces. At this moment, demigod-level pressure descended upon the world!

"This is..."

Hong Xiu, severely injured on the ground, barely regained sight in one eye. She saw the black pillar of killing intent tearing through the clouds, and her eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

"A Martial God Path demigod... or the Asura Path?"

"How is this possible?"

Hong Xiu herself stood at the eighth tier, closest to the ninth-tier demigod position. She knew very well that there was no Martial God Path demigod in this era; that position was currently vacant. Yet now, the genuine pressure of a Martial God Path demigod appeared before her eyes.

The moment the killing intent soared, Hong Xiu felt a certain power that had been bestowed upon her being drawn away and absorbed into that person's body.

She was no longer the Asura leader.

Now, the name of the Asura leader... was Jian Changsheng.

"Spade... Spade????"

Sun Bumian's mouth gaped open in shock. He watched with his own eyes as a figure tore through the void beside him and slowly walked out, his small round sunglasses almost falling from his nose. Jiang Xiaohua, standing nearby, also slightly opened her mouth in surprise.

It was a figure dressed in black leather, its coat tails silently fluttering in the soaring killing intent. A determined and sharp face appeared in everyone's sight.

He was the straggler who had barely had a chance to participate in battles since the great war.

He was the rookie, Spade 6, overlooked by everyone.

But now, demigod-level killing intent surged from within him. Simply standing there made him impossible to look at directly; he represented the pinnacle of combat in this era!

Jian Changsheng's pupils were dyed black, yet they retained a glint of rationality. His shoulders were slightly slumped, as if bearing unprecedented pressure, as he walked forward slowly and steadily, each step leaving a deep imprint on the ground.

"How did you..." Han Meng, feeling the oppressive aura from the Martial God Path emanating from Jian Changsheng, had eyes full of surprise.

Jian Changsheng did not reply.

He simply lowered his head, and his right hand, amidst the swirling killing intent, clenched in mid-air. A long sword, entirely black like an abyss, was then drawn from the void, carrying black flames of killing intent!

The moment the sword appeared, the thick clouds in the sky and the hazy starlight above slowly shifted to both sides, as if some force had forcibly cut them apart.

Holding the sword with one hand, the wolf-tailed figure radiating demigod pressure finally lifted his head slightly.

He walked straight towards Han Meng.

"Move aside, youngster."

Jian Changsheng's voice rang out faintly, "You're in the way."

Han Meng: ...?

Han Meng was stunned. He wasn't blocking Jian Changsheng's path at all; the other person had walked towards him first. But hearing these familiar words, Han Meng's expression became subtle.

The words Han Meng had spoken inadvertently had come back as a boomerang, finally giving Jian Changsheng a chance to throw them back. The vengeful individual had finally gotten an opportunity to get even, and even with demigod pressure pressing down on him, he had to indulge in a small bit of willfulness.

After all, it was uncertain whether he would have another chance to be willful in the future.

Han Meng gave Jian Changsheng a strange look but ultimately cleared a path for him. The latter didn't spare him another glance; instead, he held his sword and walked step by step directly towards Chao Zai.

Red paper fluttered, and killing intent soared into the sky.

From this moment, everyone's breath almost caught in their throats due to tension.

The moment Jian Changsheng's killing intent erupted, Chao noticed his presence. He stood still, holding a large red paper umbrella, simultaneously distracted by suppressing the red and black flames surging from his body and looking in this direction, his crimson eyes deep in thought.

"Chao Zai!" Jian Changsheng took a deep breath, his voice thundering.

"I'll blast you to bits!!!"

He gripped the long sword imbued with killing intent and shot forward!

This time, his line was no longer "Heaven and Earth unite to punish you" but "I'll blast you to bits," which precisely indicated that it was Jian Changsheng himself, not Bai Qi, who was in control of the body. Hearing these five words, the Red King's lips curved into a slight smile from the void nearby.

He stood in an unnoticed corner, his theatrical robe fluttering without a breeze. His eyes watched Jian Changsheng, who was enveloped in killing intent, with an incredibly complex gaze.

"Good lad, remember this feeling..."

"In the future, the only one in the world who can suppress Chao Zai for Chen Ling... will be you."

Boom—!!!

As Jian Changsheng raised his sword, an earth-shattering wave of killing intent sliced across the sky, dimming heaven and earth. The tip of that killing intent-imbued sword pointed directly at the "figure" holding the red umbrella.

This was Jian Changsheng's first time wielding demigod power, and he understood no intricate techniques. For him now, the only thing he could do was put all his strength into every attack, gritting his teeth and fighting with all his might to unleash the strongest possible strike!

Feeling the Martial God Path's killing intent emanating from the sword, Chao could no longer ignore it.

He held the umbrella with one hand, while his other hand was forced to abandon suppressing the surging flames on his body, reaching out to grasp the sword that cleaved through the sky.