Chapter 608: Crimson Sky's Nemesis

Wen Shilin's Iron Fist of Justice is a skill belonging to an ordinary person, completely unrelated to any divine path, so its use was perfectly normal. The subsequent three skills, however, originated from Chen Yan's twisted divine path.

These twisted divine path skills remained unaffected by the aura of the Crimson Heaven Sect. Even the false appearance Chen Ling now wore, created with Wuxiang, remained perfectly intact on his face. This fact surprised Chen Ling himself; logically, a twisted divine path should still be considered a divine path. Could it be that this divine path was simply too twisted?

The Crimson Heaven Sect follower's expression was incredibly grim. He didn't know Chen Ling's origin, but until now, he had never heard of any divine path capable of resisting their aura. Even high-level divine path practitioners would suffer setbacks in front of their Grand Archbishops.

Now was not the time to dwell on the reason. The previous Crimson Heaven Sect follower sent to perform the suicide ritual in this area had failed. The two of them had come to fill the void in this area. With Chen Ling blocking his way, he had to charge forward, no matter how daunting. The good news was that the skill Chen Ling had just used didn't seem to be offensive; it only swapped items between them. Now, he was empty-handed, and so was Chen Ling, which meant he wasn't without a chance of victory!

Watching the naked figure cloaked in red dart across the ground at astonishing speed, Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly. The three skills—Wuxiang, Scarlet Trick, and Weave Fate—indeed didn't have strong offensive power in direct combat. If it came to a head-on physical confrontation, he might not be a match for a primalized Crimson Heaven Sect follower.

However, besides the twisted divine path, he wasn't without other means. As the Crimson Heaven Sect follower charged towards him, Chen Ling's blood-stained lips parted slightly, and a single word exploded from his tongue like a spring thunderclap!

"—Halt!"

The moment the word rang out, it was as if nine thundering roars buzzed in the charging Crimson Heaven Sect follower's ears. It seemed to contain a magical power, and his body, which he had been controlling freely, suddenly froze in mid-air for an instant! This brief pause caused him to completely lose his balance. After knocking over a nearby shelf, he stumbled unsteadily towards Chen Ling.

Meanwhile, Chen Ling took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. In a trance, he seemed to return to the Ancient Opera Trove and to the Tidal Trial his senior brother had set for him. Black reefs were beneath his feet, his blood-stained opera robe fluttered amidst the splashing waves, and in the distance, where sea met sky, a monstrous wave, carrying destructive power, surged forward!

The words of his second senior sister, Luan Mei, echoed in his ears:"...Unfortunately, the sense of conviction in the portrayal is still insufficient.""Although junior brother can sing, he hasn't been exposed to opera for long, nor does he know much about Mu Guiying in the script. At this level, he won't be able to resonate."

Chen Ling had once tried to sing that line, to sweep his sleeve and part the monstrous wave, but ultimately, he was swept into the seabed, ending up in a sorry state. At that time, he truly couldn't feel any resonance from that line, but now, Chen Ling felt it was different. From the moment he stepped out of the opera house, a certain emotion had arisen naturally. Throughout his journey, singing opera, this emotion had continuously fermented within his chest, intertwining with his soul. Chen Ling had a premonition: this time, he could do it.

In the dimness, Chen Ling suddenly opened his eyes! With his left hand, he untied the sash from his opera robe at his waist. With a gentle flick, the sash instantly replaced the "Yang" general's banner that had been stuck in Li Qingshan's back. After spinning rapidly between his fingers for several turns, he gripped it tightly in his palm!

Chen Ling stood ramrod straight like a pine tree, atop the pool of blood. With the hand holding the banner behind his back, his empty right hand slowly rose, and his loose opera robe billowed as if by an unseen wind. The moment Chen Ling began his stance, Li Qingshan in the corner seemed to sense a certain aura and froze on the spot.

The Crimson Heaven Sect follower in mid-air had already recovered from the momentary paralysis. He leveraged off the edge of a shelf with one foot, rapidly changed direction, and charged ferociously at Chen Ling! The streak of red gradually approached in Chen Ling's pupils, but he showed no intention of dodging, instead speaking calmly:

"While life remains, duty must be done; how can an inch of land belong to another...Barbarian kings are but clowns, hardly worth mentioning,With a single sword, I can stand against a million soldiers!!"

The moment the melodious singing rang out, a familiar sensation surged within Chen Ling. He subconsciously raised his empty right hand and, mimicking Ning Ruyu's posture from that time, casually waved it forward. His loose, empty sleeve lightly brushed past his vision...

The next moment, the charging Crimson Heaven Sect follower exploded! Without any warning, without any buffer, Chen Ling merely swept his sleeve, and the person disintegrated like a shattered wave in the air, transforming into a crimson rain of blood that showered all over Chen Ling.

Opera Path Secret Art: Sleeve-Sweep to Stir the Heavens.

The entire pharmacy fell into a deathly silence.

Li Qingshan was stunned. He didn't know what had happened; not just him, but even the Crimson Heaven Sect follower, killed by Chen Ling's casual sleeve-sweep, showed no resistance before death. Or rather, he hadn't even realized he was going to die, especially in such an unbelievable way.

The Crimson Heaven Sect's aura could interfere with divine paths, but it couldn't interfere with the Opera Path Secret Arts Chen Ling had learned. Coupled with the similarly unaffected twisted divine path, the Crimson Heaven Sect's most fundamental methods were almost useless against him. If the red-robed Crimson Heaven Sect was the bane of all divine paths, then Chen Ling, also in red, was the natural enemy of all Crimson Heaven Sect followers.

With a flick of his sleeve, a powerful enemy was annihilated.

Chen Ling, draped in his blood-stained opera robe, wearing a twisted headpiece, and with his makeup blurred by the fresh blood, stood silently, as if he were the most terrifying demon in that place.

Audience Expectation Value: 3

Meanwhile, on the other side of the pharmacy, the last remaining Crimson Heaven Sect follower used the boning knife embedded in his chest to directly cut open the flesh on the left side of his chest, exposing his stark ribs to the air. He tremblingly picked up a small hammer from the corner and clenched his teeth as he smashed it against his ribs. With each strike, a rib snapped, and the gaps between his ribs, originally too narrow for even a finger, gradually widened until a hand could fit inside. Large beads of sweat rolled down his temples, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He was in pain, and he was nervous.

He had witnessed his companion being instantly killed by Chen Ling's sleeve-sweep and knew that he could never be Chen Ling's match. He was going to die either way, but this suicide ritual had to be completed. If this street didn't converge with the "Wailing Wilds," the difficulty for others to summon "World Annihilation" would increase sharply. This was a race against time. He had to sacrifice his lungs before Chen Ling killed him, otherwise, the Supreme Crimson Heaven Salvation Sovereign would not acknowledge his devotion and honor. Fortunately, he had very quickly smashed several ribs, creating a gap wide enough for a hand to pass through. Without hesitation, the Crimson Heaven Sect follower reached inside, grasping for his lung...