Chapter 891: Godway Returns Because of Them

Chen Ling froze.

He felt the three soft, mysterious ribbons of light descend upon him, his eyes filled with profound confusion. The audience's gaze should have already scared away the three Divine Paths... How could they suddenly return after having already left? Chen Ling's emotions were a rollercoaster: anger followed by hope, then despair, and just as he despaired, fate offered him a glimmer of possibility. "So familiar..." Chen Ling murmured, sensing the aura of the three Divine Paths.

"The Divine Paths are back???" Outside the courtyard, Chu Muyun and another Twilight Society member stared wide-eyed in astonishment. For three Divine Path Stars to favor Chen Ling and then depart was already beyond their comprehension, but they had never heard of departed Divine Paths returning. Were the Divine Path Stars really that capricious? Even the seasoned Twilight Society members experienced a moment of cognitive collapse. "And... is it my imagination?" another Twilight Society member rubbed his eyes, speaking with disbelief. "Are there people inside those three Divine Paths?"

Qian Fan stumbled in the snow, staring dumbfounded at the magnificent three Divine Paths before him. After a long moment, he came to his senses, grumbling as he got back on his feet. "What's going on... one thing after another??" "I don't care how many Divine Paths favor you. I refuse to believe that even if I blow your brains out, you can pull any more tricks!" He snatched up the pistol from the ground, pushed through the surging Divine Path fluctuations, and stepped towards the skeletal cage, the dark muzzle once again aimed at Chen Ling's forehead.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a clap of thunder ripped across the sky. Qian Fan's movements froze. Immediately after, a thin line of blood slowly appeared around his neck. Qian Fan's eyes glazed over, his vision spun, and then he saw a headless corpse standing stiffly in the snow, blood gushing like a fountain from the severed neck. His head silently rolled to the ground. Decapitation.

Chen Ling, nailed to the bones, watched the scene unfold with profound bewilderment. Just then, a voice rang out from behind him: "Well, well, isn't it our 'Rest Assured' brother?" Chen Ling strained to turn his head and saw three figures walking through the snow, treading on the Divine Paths. One was covered in bandages, white hair fluttering in the swirling snow; another wore a Tang suit, his eyes behind small round sunglasses smiling into crescent moons. In the middle was a blood-soaked figure with a gruesome wound ripped open across his chest, his black clothes gently swaying in the wind. Jian Changsheng was severely wounded, yet he smiled brightly, speaking mockingly: "So, even you have moments like this... Red Heart."

Seeing the three, a powerful sense of familiarity washed over Chen Ling. He felt as if he had forgotten something, and memories in his mind began to stir. "Who... are you?" "Your great saviors." Jian Changsheng and the other two stood before Chen Ling, facing all the enemies in the courtyard. They shielded Chen Ling behind them, standing like three insurmountable natural barriers amidst the snowstorm. Jian Changsheng crushed Qian Fan's head with his foot, then calmly swept his gaze over the others, stating flatly, "...Leave no one." The air fell silent. Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua simultaneously turned to look at him, their expressions somewhat odd. Jian Changsheng looked at them with a hint of plea in his eyes, as if saying, "It's rare for me to get a chance, just let me show off in front of Chen Ling this once!"

Sun Bumian clicked his tongue, and after a moment, he moved, vanishing into the snow in a flash. Jiang Xiaohua grudgingly shifted his body and walked towards the surrounding individuals, his heavy steps leaving deep imprints in the snow. "Who are these three people??" "Do you know where this is? How dare you attack law enforcement officers?!" "You're lookin' for—" Seeing Qian Fan instantly killed, the others present began to panic. Before the last word, "death," could be uttered, a vibrant lion, burning with colorful flames, burst through the snowstorm, biting several people. With a casual flick of its head, it separated their limbs and heads, painting the white canvas of the snow with crimson blood like pigment. Bang, bang, bang—! Gunshots rang out in succession, but the bullets struck the lion without leaving a single mark. Witnessing this, the panic in their hearts intensified. They continued to fire their weapons while instinctively backing away.

"Curse." A faint voice came from the side. In the snow, Jiang Xiaohua had, at some point, picked up the spent bullet casings they had left behind. With a casual squeeze, they transformed into the likenesses of those same individuals. Jiang Xiaohua walked slowly through the snow, head bowed, placing these small shell-figures in his palm, and then... squeezed them tightly! Crunch—!! As the shell-figures were crushed into twisted scrap metal by Jiang Xiaohua's bare hands, their corresponding bodies suddenly contorted. The sound of shattering bones echoed through the air; they didn't even have time to scream before being twisted into grotesque shapes and falling into the snow. After Jian Changsheng and the other two made their move, it took no more than five seconds for bodies to litter the courtyard.

Seeing this, Jian Changsheng calmly picked up the pistol from the ground and turned to face Chen Ling, who was still nailed to the bones. Chen Ling hung suspended in the air, staring blankly as Jian Changsheng and the others slaughtered everyone. Confusion and bewilderment filled his mind. He instinctively looked down, meeting Jian Changsheng's blood-splattered gaze. "You..." "While it's satisfying to see you so stunned, now... it's time for you to wake up." Jian Changsheng clenched his left hand in the empty air, grasping the threads of Chen Ling's memories. With a faint smile, he pulled them backward! The next moment, forgotten memories surged into Chen Ling's mind like a tide! The Twilight Society, the Aurora Realm, the Mortal Realm, the Heavens-Reaching Star Position, the Ancient Imperial Path Relic, the Saint Thief... Light swirled in Chen Ling's eyes, and his entire demeanor visibly transformed! "So that's it..."

Just as Chen Ling was about to say more, he saw Jian Changsheng smile wickedly, raising the gun in his hand towards him... Bang—!! A bullet blasted Chen Ling's head. This scene utterly stunned Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua. Their mouths agape, their jaws nearly hitting the ground in shock, they stared at Jian Changsheng's confident back, utterly bewildered by what he was doing! "Don't worry, he won't die... Didn't I say it takes two shots to the head for him to die?" "Rather than let that minion shoot him, I'd rather do it myself..." Jian Changsheng blew away the wisp of smoke from the gun's muzzle. Before him, Chen Ling's head was rapidly regenerating. Jian Changsheng took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. The corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, and a feeling of immense satisfaction, as if a great vengeance had been exacted, spread across his face. He laughed heartily: "I, Jian Changsheng, have finally waited for this day!"