Chapter 342: Killing Intent on the Ugly Peak

This look was truly iconic. Especially the touch of white and gray, it clearly distinguished the Jester from the other four facial masks. It was simple, yet the most eye-catching.

Seeing Queen of Clubs approach, the Jester excitedly sprang up from the ground. He held a small stone in one hand, while pointing to the scattered pebbles on the ground with the other. He babbled incoherently at her, seemingly wanting to pull her along with him.

Queen of Clubs simply smiled at him and said softly, "Fifth, I've brought someone back this time."

The Jester paused, then half of his face peered out from behind Queen of Clubs' waist, looking curiously at Chen Ling who stood behind her.

Chen Ling offered a polite smile.

A cold wind swept across the barren Ugly Peak, making the scattered pebbles tumble across the ground.

The next moment, the Jester's expression changed.

All humor and smiles vanished from his face. His tiny eyes locked onto Chen Ling like pinholes, and at that moment, even the white and gray paint couldn't hide the chilling strangeness emanating from him.

He just stared at Chen Ling, like a sinister imp dwelling on the dark Ugly Peak.

Chen Ling distinctly felt a chill lock onto him. He frowned, just about to speak, when a terrifying pressure, like that of a hellish demon, surged forth from the short, grotesque figure!

"Fifth?!" Queen of Clubs exclaimed, astonishment flashing in her eyes as she sensed the change in the Jester's aura.

The Jester, who had just been tugging at her clothes, vanished instantly.

Chen Ling's vision blurred. The entire Ugly Peak seemed to come alive. In this world of only black, white, and gray, the mountains, stones, stone houses, and even Queen of Clubs standing in front of the stone house, all twisted and swayed like water ripples. They sometimes magnified and bulged, other times shrunk and recessed deeply, as if he were in a funhouse mirror.

Chen Ling already sensed something was wrong, but before he could react, this dazzling world made his eyelids feel unusually heavy, and his thoughts almost ceased.

Yet, in this distorted world, only one figure moved forward undisturbed and calmly.

The short Jester walked on the undulating, changing ground. His tiny eyes gazed at Chen Ling, revealing an undisguised, chilling killing intent. Behind him, Queen of Clubs turned around at an extremely slow pace, seemingly trying to grab him, but her hand grasped only air.

Pfft—!! A jolt of pain woke Chen Ling from his muddled consciousness.

The funhouse mirror world shattered with a bang, and the Jester's eerie, comical face was almost pressed against his cheek.

Chen Ling stared blankly downwards. A hand had already pierced his chest, emerging from his back. Crimson blood dripped from the fingertips of that small hand, and the next moment, it was forcefully pulled out!

Chen Ling violently spat out a mouthful of blood, his body continuously recoiling backward. His gaze at the Jester was filled with horror and rage!

He tried to kill me?!

Chen Ling's back was drenched in cold sweat and blood. He had never imagined that the Jester would suddenly attack him; if he hadn't lacked a heart, that single blow would probably have killed him instantly!

But why? He clearly hadn't provoked him, nor was there any warning... Why did he want to kill him!?

The Jester still stood there, his right hand soaked in blood. His tiny, dark eyes looked at his palm in confusion, his connected eyebrows furrowing unconsciously.

He then coldly looked back at Chen Ling, who had narrowly escaped death.

Audience anticipation level: 3

Damn it! He's still trying to attack!

Chen Ling retreated without hesitation. His crimson theatrical robe, empowered by the Blood Garment, almost left an afterimage as he streaked down the mountain!

The Jester looked comical and grotesque, but his aura was terrifyingly powerful, surpassing almost everyone Chen Ling had ever met, except for the Aurora Monarch. He had barely escaped death just now because he didn't have a heart; he wouldn't be so lucky next time.

The Jester's eyes narrowed slightly, just as he was about to give chase, a figure suddenly blocked his path!

"Fifth! What are you doing?!" Queen of Clubs demanded in a low voice!

The Jester paused, the fierce look in his eyes receding slightly. He raised a finger, pointing in the direction Chen Ling had fled, babbling and gesturing about something.

"He's Master's new disciple, your junior brother! Didn't you hear when Master mentioned this?!" A rare flicker of anger appeared in Queen of Clubs' eyes. The Jester's sudden attack on Chen Ling, nearly killing him, was unacceptable to her.

The Jester gestured even more frantically with both hands, his babbling sounds growing louder, as if he were trying to explain anxiously. However, no coherent information was conveyed, and Queen of Clubs' frown deepened.

Seeing Chen Ling had already escaped halfway down the mountain, the Jester gritted his teeth and simply pushed Queen of Clubs aside, charging downwards!

"Fifth?!" Queen of Clubs' pupils constricted slightly. After a moment of hesitation, she reached into thin air and grasped a horse-chopping saber, then chased down the mountain like a cannonball, various facial mask patterns appearing on her cheeks!

"Ee-ha-ha-ha!" As Chen Ling sprinted a short distance, he heard a burst of laughter from beside him. He glanced sideways and froze.

The laughter had come from an ordinary stone lying on his path down the mountain. Only now, the stone's surface was covered with a layer of white and gray, like the Jester's facial makeup.

Chen Ling's pupils constricted slightly. Knowing this was likely another manifestation of the Jester's power, he simply bypassed it and continued forward.

"Ee-ha-ha-ha-ha!" "Ee-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!" "Ee-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha..." Unending laughter echoed from all directions. Within mere seconds, everything around Chen Ling seemed to come alive: the stone steps, the soil, even the fleeting disasters passing by down the mountain, all became covered in a comical layer of lime. They looked like countless Jester faces, roaring with laughter at Chen Ling.

"Ee-ha-ha..." Chen Ling instinctively chuckled twice, then abruptly covered his mouth!

Damn it, what kind of ability is this?!

A fierce wind swept past Chen Ling's back. The oppressive feeling of a life-or-death crisis instantly surged into his heart. Just as his pupils abruptly constricted, a muffled thud echoed from behind him!

Clang—!! A horse-chopping saber was held horizontally behind Chen Ling, blocking the Jester's outstretched hand!

The aftershock of their collision swept out, sending pebbles rattling down the mountain like raindrops.

Chen Ling looked back to see Queen of Clubs, dressed in a qipao, standing with her saber on the steps. Her face was like white jade, her willow-leaf eyebrows raised, and beneath her apricot-red eye makeup, her eyes were sharp and intensely oppressive!

The Jester's hand collided with the horse-chopping saber, making him wince in pain. He brought his hand to his mouth and blew on it hard, then his tiny gaze shot past Queen of Clubs and locked onto Chen Ling again.

Seeing that gaze, Chen Ling's heart sank once more!

Oh no... Is he really set on fighting me?!

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