Chapter 1362: Internal War

Chapter 1363: Civil War

Swish—!!

The instant the words finished, the dining hall lights simultaneously extinguished!

Endless darkness, like a monster crawling from the abyss, swallowed the entire palace in a single gulp. In an instant, the faint aura of auspiciousness that Sun Bumin had painstakingly maintained shattered with a rumble, fragile as a sheet of white paper.

Sun Bumin, still at the dining table, grunted and looked at the figure at the end of the long table, now completely shrouded in darkness, a hint of complexity in his shock.

It turned out that Chen Ling had long known he was attempting to use auspicious energy to alter the ominous situation. During this time, Chen Ling had carefully reined in his aura, as if walking a tightrope high in the sky, creating a false impression that the malevolence was lessening. In reality, the effect he achieved was negligible. Only now did Sun Bumin realize how deeply Chen Ling had been assimilated by the "Calamity of Scorn." In the face of Chen Ling's true aura, his arrangements seemed as childish and ridiculous as a child's toy.

“Red Heart… you…”

Jian Changsheng felt the immensely violent, world-destroying aura at the end of the long table, and his mind reeled! He had thought his progress was swift, but when Chen Ling unleashed his aura, he realized how laughable his own ideas were… Peak Seventh Tier? Eighth Tier? Even though his killing intent possessed a natural suppressive power against calamity, under Chen Ling's absolute overwhelming presence, an unprecedented sense of powerlessness still welled up within him.

This had originally been a unilateral challenge from Jian Changsheng to Chen Ling, but Chen Ling directly extended the target to encompass the entire 'Generation 6.' Overwhelming Jian Changsheng was to wind him up, spurring him to grow faster; drawing Sun Bumin into it was to make him truly understand his current strength… Although Chen Ling didn't know why Sun Bumin had suddenly become so concerned about his safety, he could indirectly prove to Sun Bumin in this way that he now possessed the absolute ability to protect himself!

As for Jiang Xiaohua… Chen Ling had never seen Jiang Xiaohua fight with full power. Among the 'Generation 6,' Jiang Xiaohua was also the most mysterious. Chen Ling wanted to use this opportunity to see Jiang Xiaohua's limits.

However, the three individuals present seemed to be deterred by Chen Ling's current aura; even Jian Changsheng momentarily forgot to attack.

The next second, the figure of the black-robed Chen Ling vanished without a trace.

“What’s wrong? You were the one who challenged me… Have you been scared off already, right at the start?” Chen Ling’s ghostly voice echoed from behind Jian Changsheng.

Jian Changsheng’s pupils contracted sharply. He hadn't seen how Chen Ling appeared behind him, but stimulated by the intense world-destroying aura, monstrous killing intent instinctively erupted, and he twisted his body, slashing his sword backward!

Boom—!!!

The black-flame-like killing intent shattered the dining hall ceiling, sending debris showering across the floor. An incredibly exaggerated sword mark had already carved a gash in the palace, and beneath that gash… A figure in a black robe had effortlessly stopped the tip of Jian Changsheng's sword with just two fingers.

Jian Changsheng’s killing intent left no damage on the dark figure. Chen Ling's feet hovered above the ground, and a pair of scarlet eyes indifferently looked down at the astonished Jian Changsheng, a grim smile curving his mottled lips…

“Didn’t you eat?”

Clang—!!

Chen Ling flicked a finger, and a terrifying force directly knocked the long sword from Jian Changsheng’s hand, sending him flying like a cannonball. He crashed through the wall and landed outside the palace.

“Very well… I’d like to see just how strong you are now.” A sharp glint flashed in Sun Bumin’s eyes. He stretched his limbs and shot forward! Before this, whenever Sun Bumin encountered a fight, he would avoid it if possible. But after realizing this was his final reincarnation, his mindset had quietly shifted… He wanted to live more freely and unrestrainedly. He had almost forgotten how many ages it had been since he last enjoyed a battle. Of course, in this battle with Chen Ling, he couldn't use those 'cheating' reincarnation powers. He intended to spar using his genuine strength.

Colorful flames ignited at Sun Bumin’s temples. He flickered through the air to a position above Chen Ling and unleashed a powerful downward kick. A massive, sturdy Lion Dance foot, like a divine pillar descending from the heavens, pressed directly down on Chen Ling’s face!

Thud—!!

With a muffled thud, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the palace floor. However, these cracks were not caused by the Lion Dance foot, but instead extended from beneath the black-robed Chen Ling’s feet… The black-robed Chen Ling remained perfectly still, supporting the mountain-heavy Lion Dance foot with just one hand, his black robe fluttering without any breeze.

When he realized his full-power kick couldn't even budge Chen Ling in the slightest, Sun Bumin's heart sank. Then, he felt his foot lighten… The Chen Ling he had been stepping on was gone. His mouth twitched, and he immediately yelled, “Go easy on me!!”

The next second, a black hand even larger than the Lion Dance foot slapped down from above his head, swatting him like a fly onto the cliff outside, where he crashed with a roar, creating a deep crater!

Chen Ling’s figure slowly descended, and the colossal hand returned to its normal size. He landed lightly in front of Jiang Xiaohua.

“Red Heart, I don’t want to fight you,” Jiang Xiaohua said with a pleading expression.

Chen Ling’s fist, which had been halfway through a swing, stopped mid-air… He looked at those sincere eyes, finding himself unable to strike for a moment.

“They both got a beating from me; if you don’t, I’m afraid they’ll feel it’s unfair,” the black-robed Chen Ling said, his tone unusually gentle for the first time. “How about we just pretend?”

“Ah… that works too,” Jiang Xiaohua nodded.

The black-robed Chen Ling grabbed Jiang Xiaohua’s shoulder and gently tossed him outward. Jiang Xiaohua, quite cooperatively, let out an “Ah!” and then rolled twice on the ground outside before lying prone, pretending to be dead.

The rumbling from the underground palace attracted the attention of many venomous insects outside, but upon seeing the black-robed Chen Ling slowly emerge from the palace, they instinctively pulled their heads back. No one knew what new trick the King was up to. But tearing down the palace wasn't new… As long as he didn’t mistreat the insects, it was fine.

The moment Chen Ling stepped out of the palace, a black moon unfurled in mid-air. Jian Changsheng, having activated the 'Netherwheel Night Dance,' descended from the sky, holding his long sword and carrying a wave-like aura of killing intent!

“Again!!” Jian Changsheng roared defiantly, bringing his long sword down straight towards Chen Ling’s face.

Jian Changsheng moved like a roaming dragon, traversing space with effortless up-and-down movements. But even at his fastest, to Chen Ling’s eyes, he was still too slow…

Chen Ling took a single step, his figure soaring directly into the air, shattering the black sun in the sky. A terrifying, world-destroying oppressive force, like a black cloud, instantly enveloped the entire sky above the palace!