Chapter 618: The Only Title

Author: Sanjiu YinyuWord Count: 1283

The Crimson Sky Sect successfully attracted the attention of the "World Ender," and the effect was surprisingly good. The only drawback was...

The "World Ender" they summoned wasn't quite what they had anticipated.

"Who is he???" Yang Muquan's brows furrowed tightly as he watched the red-robed figure, drooling, standing atop the shadow centipede.

The time, place, and manner of his appearance were all extremely bizarre... Coupled with his blood-stained opera robe, shattered head, grotesque mask, and the drool trickling from the corner of his mouth... He alone seemed even more sinister than the entire Crimson Sky Sect combined!

"So fragrant..." Chen Ling murmured from beneath his mask.

If the scent Chen Ling smelled underground before had already stirred his heartstrings, the aroma on the surface now was nearly a hundred times stronger. Just the scent entering his nostrils made it difficult for him to control himself! The last time Chen Ling experienced something similar was during the "Roasted Chicken Feast" in the Aurora Realm, but this time was even more exaggerated. If anyone were to remove his mask, they would see a strange red glow beginning to appear in his eyes.

Pairs of scarlet eyes opened in the void behind him, looking down upon the churning sea of blood below and the rising red mist within it. A primal sense of craving surged through Chen Ling's heart!

He instinctively opened his mouth, and a violent suction force emerged, drawing the burning "bonfire" rapidly into his mouth!

An ineffable sense of fulfillment surged through his "heart," as if to fill his empty chest.Audience Expectation Value: 3

The Crimson Star aura contained within the blood of dozens of Crimson Sky Sect followers and two cardinals was now uncontrollably devoured by Chen Ling, much like the "Star Sucking Great Skill" from Wuxia novels. A visible vortex of red mist swirled above Chen Ling's head!

At this moment, the shadow centipede lay prostrate on the ground, its body trembling uncontrollably as it felt Chen Ling's drool dripping onto its head... It seemed to fear that the figure, with a sudden "large appetite," might take a bite out of its head as well. Its young ones emerged one by one from underground, joining it in softly chanting the figure's name, attempting to awaken a hint of "the king's mercy":"The Scarlet Sovereign of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss... The Formless King of Mocking Fate..."

"Huh? Huh? Huh?!?!" The cardinal was dumbfounded. He watched as the bait they had painstakingly prepared by sacrificing themselves to summon Xizai was frantically devoured by Chen Ling, yet he couldn't muster an ounce of anger in his heart. He stared blankly at the figure devouring the Crimson Star aura and the familiar names echoing in his ears, instinctively taking a half step back... He knew what that red-robed figure was now.

The cardinal's face began to pale. He retreated repeatedly, seemingly preparing to turn and flee, when a flash of red suddenly swept across the air, lightly drifting down right in front of him... The opera robe fluttered, and the black mask slowly lifted. A trembling voice, as if suppressing itself, then sounded: "Can... can you let me have a bite?"

The cardinal: !!!

Without hesitation, the cardinal turned and ran wildly, but the next moment, the crimson opera robe figure took flight, seemingly treading on nothing, completely unaffected by the divine path, and in a flash, appeared above his head!

The Ancient Secret Technique of Theatrical Arts, Cloud Step!

The cardinal saw a shadow flash overhead, and a heavy object landed with a thud on his head. The black mask shattered upon impact, and pure white teeth bit into his forehead!

"Aargh—!!" The cardinal screamed, grabbing the thing on his head with both hands and throwing it forward with force!

The figure in the crimson opera robe was sent flying back over ten meters, directly crashing into the group of blood-depleted and weakened cultists, rolling several times before stopping... The cardinal's strength was still considerably greater than Chen Ling's at this moment, but this did not give the cardinal any sense of security.

Sometimes, strength isn't everything.

Chen Ling, having been thrown headfirst into the crowd, staggered to his feet from the sea of blood. His mask was now shattered, revealing his blood-soaked true face. Under the gaze of countless scarlet eyes, large amounts of red mist burrowed into the corners of Chen Ling's mouth, and the redness in his eyes grew even more vivid.

The moment he saw his face, Wang Jincheng, who had stood frozen like a statue in the distance, trembled all over!

"Th-this... How is this possible???""So fragrant..."

Chen Ling's nose sniffed around, discovering that the aroma emanated from the flowing, merged blood of the cultists. He couldn't help but lick his lips. With a flick of his finger, a boning knife dropped from his sleeve into his palm.

Swoosh—!

A whoosh cut through the air as Chen Ling's knife directly slit the throat of the nearest Crimson Sky Sect follower, and profuse blood gushed out like a fountain. However, the Crimson Star aura contained in the blood of these ordinary cultists was extremely thin. Only when everyone's blood mixed together did the concentration become sufficient to please Chen Ling. Killing one Crimson Sky Sect follower wasn't enough for him, so he turned and decapitated five more!

A total of six heads successively fell to the ground. Amidst the surging blood, the red mist permeating the air became a bit denser, beginning to drift into the corners of Chen Ling's mouth... A look of ecstasy appeared on his face and in the scarlet eyes behind him.

"Haa-haaa! Haa!!!" The cardinal roared, seemingly urging the Crimson Sky Sect followers to run quickly. But these cultists, kneeling on the ground, had already lost too much blood. Even if they heard the cry, their movements were incredibly sluggish. They staggered to their feet from the ground, turning to see the red opera robe figure slaughtering amidst the group of red-robed figures, and expressions of terror appeared on their faces as they stumbled away, trying to run into the distance!

"Don't go... you all..." Their speed was not fast, but Chen Ling, using the Cloud Step, was incredibly swift!

Chen Ling moved like a phantom among the Crimson Sky Sect followers. Each time a cold glint flashed, a cultist's head would promptly roll. These blood-drained cultists were like lambs to the slaughter before the current Chen Ling.

This was a one-sided slaughter!

The cultists fell like straws in the wind, collapsing in swathes into pools of blood; their blood rapidly converged, and the concentration of Crimson Star aura likewise surged! As Chen Ling frantically devoured these auras, he grew increasingly comfortable in the feeling of fulfillment, his spiritual power rapidly growing, as if he were completely intoxicated by this feast.

At this moment, no one in the sea of blood chanted the name of "The Supreme Crimson Sky World-Saving Exalted One." Only the numerous shadow centipede young ones remained, respectfully prostrate on the ground.

Under the vast sky, only one name echoed, like that of a demon: "The Scarlet Sovereign of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss... The Formless King of Mocking Fate... The Scarlet Sovereign of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss... The Formless King of Mocking Fate... The Ghost-Mocking Abyss's..."

Large numbers of red-robed figures fell into the pools of blood, like withered petals scattered by a fierce wind, creating ripples; an opera robe bloomed amidst the withered blossoms, and as Chen Ling absorbed a large amount of Crimson Star aura, something seemed to writhe beneath his skin, and his entire body visibly swelled!