Chapter 1141: Night Dance of the Underworld Wheel

In the next moment, the red pythons filling the sky simultaneously swayed, and Chen Ling's figure, like lightning, charged towards Jian Changsheng!

Chen Ling's speed was incredibly fast; even Xiao Tao and others couldn't discern him with the naked eye. A thunderous roar streaked across the sky, and the red lightning shook the ground, cracking it inch by inch!

Jian Changsheng, who had activated Infernal Purgatory, saw Chen Ling's trajectory flash clearly in his eyes. With his super-fast reflexes, he swung his blood-red longsword almost instantly!

Clang—!!!

Hurricane-force shockwaves swept through the ruins.

The deboning knife and the blood-red longsword struggled wildly in mid-air, sparks flying furiously from their blades. Infernal Purgatory elevated Jian Changsheng's power to a terrifying level, and Chen Ling, transformed by the calamity, also gained strength. For a short time, the knife and sword were locked in a stalemate, with gaping cracks spreading wildly across the ground!

With a thought, Chen Ling lashed out with over a dozen red paper pythons extending from beneath his opera robe, their tips turning into razor-sharp red blades, lunging at Jian Changsheng from all directions.

Thud—!

Jian Changsheng shifted his center of gravity backward, stomping his other foot heavily onto the ground. As dust billowed, he spun, using the force to swing his blood-red longsword, parrying Chen Ling's deboning knife, his black leather coat tracing an arc of afterimage in the night.

The red blades narrowly missed his clothes, but not one managed to strike him.

That wasn't all. After he casually deflected a few more red spikes with his blood-red longsword, he then, surprisingly, plunged the longsword directly into the ground. Then, bare-handed, he seized two incoming red blades and brutally drove their tips into his ribs!

Blood streamed from the gaping wounds, but Jian Changsheng's face was calm as still water. As the black aura ring of killing intent silently pulsed behind him, his strength and killing intent surged again, and he directly crushed the two red blades embedded in his body with his bare hands!

Lightning-fast, he drew the blood-red longsword in front of him and cleaved the air with a single stroke!!

Clang—!!!

With a tight grip, thunder boomed.

A colossal sword beam of killing intent, capable of leveling mountains, swept through the night sky, directly tearing the red pythons in front of Chen Ling into shreds, and with a roar, pulverized a distant cliff face!!

Seeing this, Jack of Diamonds, watching from afar, his eyelid twitched slightly…

"This kid... is he really this strong?"

All along, Jian Changsheng had left Jack of Diamonds with the impression of a gloomy, unlucky person, showing no sign of being a strong practitioner, appearing to have rather average strength... It was only at this moment that he realized the extent of Jian Changsheng's true strength when he got serious, even beyond the scope of a Tier Five combatant.

Sun Bumian, standing by, patted his shoulder and slowly said:

"This is just the beginning... there are many more surprises to come."

The dust stirred by the sword beam slowly dissipated.

Through the haze, masses of red paper converged into the opera-robed figure. Under such a sword beam, Chen Ling had surprisingly evaded it perfectly, without a scratch.

"Is that all you have?" Chen Ling said flatly, "If you keep hiding your Tier Five skill... you might not get the chance to use it."

As his voice fell, Chen Ling's figure instantly transformed into an endless surge of red paper. In an instant, a tidal wave of scarlet, like a devastating flood breaking a dam, surging and spreading in all directions.

The surging tide engulfed Jian Changsheng, completely cutting off all escape routes. It was like a winter storm of plum blossoms, with countless petal-like paper sheets swirling up into the sky, making it impossible to tell where the attack would emerge from.

The black aura ring of killing intent pulsed behind Jian Changsheng. He held his blood-red longsword, scanning his surroundings vigilantly. The next moment, a sharp crimson giant claw erupted from the ground!

Fortunately, Jian Changsheng reacted in time, leaping into the air to evade the strike. But at the same time, thousands of crimson droplets shot from the storm, a vast deluge almost eclipsing the entire sky.

Jian Changsheng desperately swung his blood-red longsword, carving out streaks of sword light, but he couldn't fully deflect all the red rain. Tiny red needles still pierced his flesh, further slowing his movements.

"Damn it..." Jian Changsheng felt his body growing heavier and muttered a curse. He simply gave up swinging his sword and instead forcefully plunged his blood-red longsword into the earth.

Countless red needles pierced his flesh, yet Jian Changsheng was unperturbed. Instead, he gripped the hilt with both hands and slowly closed his eyes...

A black moon silently spread out beneath Jian Changsheng's feet.

Chen Ling's soft exclamation sounded from within the crimson storm.

The raging red paper storm began to twist unnaturally, as if a powerful force within was redirecting all the paper. The next moment, twelve black sword beams of killing intent streaked horizontally through every part of the storm, like monstrous black pythons devouring the sky, engulfing the entire storm!

Boom—!!!

Torrential killing intent surged skyward, and a black moon spread across the ground, reflecting its light onto the sky.

Beneath the black moonlight, a figure holding a blood-red longsword rose like a soaring dragon. Killing intent, nearly materialized, streamed from the sword in a long, trailing ribbon, like a black satin ribbon fluttering in the wind.

Asura Path, Tier Five, Underworld Wheel Night Dance.

Although Chen Ling's red paper storm was broken, Jian Changsheng's expression was grim.

Originally, he had intended to use this strike as a trump card, to use it suddenly when he and Chen Ling were locked in a desperate struggle, and to secure a victory in one fell swoop... But he hadn't expected to be forced to reveal his trump card so early.

"Is this a Tier Five Asura skill?" Jack of Diamonds was startled, confusion flickering in his eyes. "Why does it feel... different from other Tier Five Asura skills?"

"It's quite simple." Sun Bumian was not surprised, spreading his palms as he slowly spoke, "Paths possess epochal characteristics; they evolve with the times... This isn't an Asura of this era; it's a more ancient Asura."

"Ancient Asura..." Jack of Diamonds murmured, looking at Jian Changsheng beneath the black moon.

The red paper storm, torn apart by Jian Changsheng, did not scatter to the ground. Instead, as if guided by some force, it slowly ascended into the sky.

A moment later, Chen Ling's voice came from within it: "If it were just one day earlier, I truly might not have been your opponent... Unfortunately, you came too late."

As masses of red paper rose into the sky, a scarlet aura began to permeate the firmament. The calamitous aura, now several times more terrifying than before, like a rampage, furiously consumed everything in the sky!

Gambling everything, he devoured the audience. What Chen Ling gained through his desperate, all-or-nothing gamble was power far exceeding his past self.

A gargantuan, eerie eye, like a sun emerging in a grotesque sky, slowly rose in the pulsating red firmament... The scene before them seemed to regress to the great battle against the Archbishop: the Player departing the stage, and the Mocking Calamity returning.