I'm not a drama god

The pupil of the sun hangs high in the sky;

The black moon sank to the earth.

Jian Changsheng stood in the shadow of the black moon, the red color of the cleansing sky clearly reflected in his pupils…The aura of disaster descending from the sky was madly impacting the murderous waves around him, and even the black moon under his feet was tottering.

His face was as gloomy as water.

Jian Changsheng never thought that Chen Ling had already mastered this level of power. If he had a 70% chance of defeating Chen Ling before Chen Ling activated the second killing skill, then after seeing the scene before him, his chance of winning was less than 10%...

Jian Changsheng thought he had made rapid progress, but after just a few days of not seeing Chen Ling, he was still one step ahead of him.

He did not retreat, but gripped the hilt of the sword even more forcefully, roared angrily, and murderous aura surged wildly, like a black stream of light rushing into the sky!

A huge hand that looked like it could shake the sky and crack the earth was outlined from the surging red, and it was like a divine punishment pressing down on Jian Changsheng's face. With the size difference of nearly a thousand times, Jian Changsheng looked as small as an ant.

[Night Dance of the Dark Wheel] was pushed to the extreme. Jian Changsheng, holding a sword, dragged a long trail of murderous aura and collided with the red palm. Countless red papers surged in front of Jian Changsheng. No matter how he slashed with the sword, there was an endless supply of red papers.

Jian Changsheng's mental power was consumed crazily, but his body still slowly fell under the pressure of this palm. The aura of disaster from all directions constantly stimulated the murderous aura in Jian Changsheng's body. Gradually, his eyes were covered with a hint of black again...

Jian Changsheng could clearly feel that an ancient murderous aura that did not belong to him was stirring deep within his body.

"Want to control me again? No way!!"

Jian Changsheng was determined not to give up himself. While resisting the attack from Chen Ling, he suppressed the murderous aura that was stirring in his body.

As Chen Ling's attack became more and more fierce, sweat began to flow down Jian Changsheng's forehead...

He knew very well that if he continued like this, he would definitely fail.

Jian Changsheng made up his mind and focused his attention directly on the ancient murderous aura in his body, with a gleam in his eyes!

Jian Changsheng would not let that thing occupy his consciousness, but since Chen Ling could control the power of disaster, why couldn't he take the initiative to mobilize this ancient murderous aura? At that time in the Tianshu Realm, he had succeeded once.

If he could turn this ancient murderous aura into his own use, he would definitely be able to defeat Chen Ling!

Thinking of this, Jian Changsheng didn't hesitate at all and tried to mobilize the murderous energy in his body... But the next moment, the vague figure in the quagmire suddenly flashed through his mind, and the murderous energy that had just been drawn out instantly became chaotic, and even the murderous energy attached to the outside of the body was affected and shook violently!

"Not good!" Jian Changsheng's heart skipped a beat.

He failed to mobilize the ancient murderous aura, and instead his own aura stagnated for a moment. The [Night Dance of the Underworld Wheel] and [Purgatory of Infernal Affairs] that were originally maintained revealed flaws and were torn apart by the rushing red paper!

Stab it--!

The murderous aura dissipated, and the army was defeated. The next second, Jian Changsheng's figure was submerged by a huge red palm and pressed into the ground!

Even though Jian Changsheng has tried his best to minimize the impact of his murderous aura, when masters of the same level fight, even the slightest flaw will affect the entire situation...

Jian Changsheng mobilized his murderous aura again and slashed the surging red paper around him with a sword, but it was too late.

As the red paper dissipated, a figure in a robe stepped out from the red clouds in the ruins in the distance. He pressed his palms hard on the ground, and dense electric lights moved among the remains of the campfire!

【Reshape】

The embers and rubble of the bonfire that had not yet been completely extinguished were reshaped in Chen Ling's palms and transformed into long, sharp black sticks that whizzed across the earth and penetrated deeply into Jian Changsheng's arms and thighs before he could react.

As the embers entered his body, Jian Changsheng felt that his divine way was disturbed again, and the murderous aura that had just gathered dissipated for the most part.

He clenched his sword tightly, and clanged away the other two flying black sticks, but as Chen Ling's boning knife spun lightly, Jian Changsheng's sword flew out of his hand!

Poof! !

Four black sticks pierced through Jian Changsheng's limbs, nailing him to the ground. The rotating black ring behind him dissipated and disappeared bit by bit...

Seeing this scene, Sun Bumian in the distance sighed:

"It seems that the winner has been decided..."

A faint flame flickered behind Chen Ling. Countless pieces of red paper were gathered under the bright red robe. Chen Ling approached Jian Changsheng, who was nailed to the ground, step by step.

He raised his fingertips and touched his forehead. A moment later, a brass bullet carrying a fragment of memory was slowly pulled out.

A revolver appeared in the palm of Chen Ling's other hand. He shook it lightly and the roulette wheel popped out. The bullet was inserted into it and it spun with a clicking sound.

【Yesterday’s Revolver】.

Chen Ling held the revolver in his hand, his eyes reflecting the figure of Jian Changsheng nailed to the ground, and he spoke slowly:

"The power in your body is indeed very threatening... but unfortunately, you don't seem to have mastered how to use it. If you use it recklessly, you will only hurt yourself."

Jian Changsheng no longer had any strength left and could only barely raise his head to look in the direction where Chen Ling was coming. He felt unwilling, regretful, helpless, and bitter... His eyes were filled with complexity.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to explain something, but finally turned his head away stubbornly.

"You lose." Chen Ling looked down at him and spoke again.

“…I don’t need you to remind me.”

Jian Changsheng's voice was a little dull.

Chen Ling bent down and put the muzzle of the revolver against the back of Jian Changsheng's head.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"...No." Jian Changsheng took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "My skills are not as good as yours. I have nothing to say...If you want to fight, then fight. If you want to leave, then leave."

Chen Ling was silent for a moment,

"I won't be going back to the human realm, at least not in the short term... I have a lot to do here."

"Oh."

"..."

After a while, Chen Ling spoke again:

"It was my fault for leaving without saying goodbye. I was not fully conscious at the time and I just wanted to leave that place as soon as possible... I'm sorry."

Jian Changsheng was slightly shocked, and turned his head back without saying a word. He just looked at Chen Ling with an expression that said, "What would have happened if you had apologized earlier?"

Jian Changsheng opened his mouth and was about to say something when Chen Ling spoke again:

"You must remember this clip I gave you... I have a feeling that this world will soon be in chaos. Improving your own strength is the most important thing. There is no need to waste time looking for me... I will come to find you after I finish my work."

Jian Changsheng was stunned.

The next moment, Chen Ling pulled the trigger!

boom--! !

The brass bullet carrying "yesterday" directly penetrated into Jian Changsheng's mind. A picture with a terrifying impact hit his memory. The latter rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.