Chapter 1517: Unexpected Backstab

Unexpected Backstab

Bai Qi's pupils contracted slightly.

Being buried within the ruins of the Ghost City, he witnessed with his own eyes that figure in the theatrical robe unflinchingly block above him, forcefully withstanding the third bolt of lightning before finally dissolving in midair...

Bai Qi was stunned.

As if realizing something, a complex look flashed deep within his eyes.

He naturally wouldn't think that Chen Ling stepping forward was to save him... All Chen Ling wanted to save was merely the original owner of this physical body.

"Hearts!!!!!" Jian Changsheng's eyes practically split open.

He had originally been prepared to become a lonely ghost, but Chen Ling suddenly appeared out of nowhere and forcefully took the third bolt of lightning for him... One must know that he was already heavily injured by the Sword of No-Self just now. Coupled with a strike of Ghost Path lightning, even Chen Ling, with his Eighth-Tier Calamity body, couldn't possibly withstand it.

Facts proved that Chen Ling indeed vanished like smoke and dispersed like clouds under this bolt of lightning.

Chu Muyun spoke in disbelief.

This sudden and unexpected mutation shocked almost everyone, but only one person answered without hesitation.

"No."

"Hearts doesn't die that easily."

Jiang Xiaohua's gaze was full of determination.

The deep blue lightning dispersed in the nothingness...

Between the leaping electrical arcs, a flesh and blood body actually began to resurrect out of thin air!

[Audience Expectation Value -50]

[Current Expectation Value: 22%]

As the two lines of text floated up on the Stage screen,

In the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path, Chen Ling, whose head had just been resurrected, abruptly opened his eyes!!

His flesh and blood were being repaired bit by bit. Looking like a blood corpse just fished out of the earth, he stared dead at the nothingness above his head...

There, the fourth bolt of lightning was rapidly brewing.

The fact that this bolt of lightning failed to kill Bai Qi slightly exceeded the Ghost Path's expectations, but it didn't seem to care... With the Causality of Bai Qi killing hundreds of thousands of people, the lightning he was supposed to endure had not yet been exhausted.

Right at this moment, a hoarse roar from vocal cords that hadn't yet recovered rang out from the mouth of that bloody figure in the theatrical robe,

"You made me forcefully endure Causality that does not belong to me!"

"You... made a mistake!"

That fourth bolt of lightning, which was about to finish brewing, suddenly froze in midair...

Chen Ling was right. The bolt of lightning just now was originally Bai Qi's Causality, yet it ultimately landed on Chen Ling, bombarding Chen Ling's body and soul.

By using the wrong Causality, it injured someone it shouldn't have injured. It had indeed violated its original rules.

The resurrecting Chen Ling just floated suspended above Bai Qi, while the fourth bolt of lightning in the air was delayed from falling... The Ghost Path had been dragged into a trap of contradictory rules by Chen Ling.

No one expected that Chen Ling would actually use this method to temporarily save Jian Changsheng's physical body. Jian Changsheng himself couldn't even react. His emotions had just been like a rollercoaster, going madly up and down.

Bai Qi staggered to his feet from the ruins. Looking at the figure above who had intercepted the Ghost Path lightning for him, he sighed softly...

He was just about to say something.

The next second, an unexpected mutation that no one anticipated occurred abruptly!

A phantom similarly wreathed in Killing Intent appeared out of nowhere like a ghost behind Bai Qi. Bai Qi's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously tried to do something, but the reaction of this broken body was no longer that agile...

Just as he turned his head halfway, a quaint blade directly sank into his back and pierced out through his chest!!

Pfft——

Bai Qi violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ancient Killing Intent from an era not far removed from his own flooded into Bai Qi's body along the blade, frantically churning Jian Changsheng's physical body and directly destroying all his internal organs... including that rapidly beating heart.

"You... are..."

A figure entirely shrouded in a black mist of Killing Intent, with a Remnant Soul almost identical to his size wrapped around his back, was quietly standing behind Bai Qi. The ancient knife in his hand seemed like a blood-colored weapon that had killed countless enemies on an ancient battlefield, exuding a suffocating, terrifying aura.

"This final general is Wang Jian." A faint voice came from behind Bai Qi.

"Since childhood, Wang has heard of the great name of the Lord of Wuan... Getting to see you today can be considered fulfilling a wish."

Bai Qi hadn't heard this name before, but he was somewhat familiar with the Killing Intent in that ancient knife. Like him, this should be a famous general of later generations who climbed out from some mass grave in the Ancient Vault of the Military Path.

"Why... do you want to... kill this general?"

"The name of the Lord of Wuan, the God of Slaughter, strikes terror into the hearts of us all... If the Lord of Wuan is left with the possibility of resurrection, then this final general would completely lose the chance to step onto the Demigod Position." Wang Jian's voice was incomparably calm.

"This general... has long been unable to Soul Return!"

"The God of Slaughter aura of the Lord of Wuan is also a great nourishment for this final general... Since the Lord of Wuan does not plan to compete for the Demigod Position, on the account that we are both Qin state generals, why not present this generous gift to this final general... This way..."

The ancient knife in Wang Jian's hand rotated slightly.

The blade frantically sliced through Bai Qi's flesh and blood. A bizarre devouring force erupted from it, actually beginning to absorb the God of Slaughter aura that originally belonged to Bai Qi, causing it to flow backward into Wang Jian's own body.

The Killing Intent around Wang Jian grew increasingly dense, and his body also solidified bit by bit, gathering into an elderly armored figure.

"Your Majesty... will also remember your kindness."

Wang Jian leisurely spoke the last half of the sentence.

"Are you looking to die?!!"

An explosive roar rang out from the sky. A Bone-Stripping Knife whistled as it slashed down, aiming directly to chop off Wang Jian's arm!

Risking his life, Chen Ling had finally managed to snatch back Jian Changsheng's life from the Ghost Path with great difficulty, only for another Military Path Remnant Soul to pop out from who knows where and backstab him right away?!

Under Chen Ling's oppressive aura, a hint of hesitation flashed in Wang Jian's eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he chose not to clash head-on with Chen Ling, but instead pulled the ancient knife out of Bai Qi's body and quickly dodged backward.

However, the Bone-Stripping Knife seemed to have grown eyes. It turned a corner in midair on its own and chased after Wang Jian.

Chen Ling's first choice was to check Bai Qi's condition... No, what he truly wanted to check was just this physical body of Jian Changsheng. Wang Jian's knife had been too ruthless, directly mincing Jian Changsheng's internal organs to pieces, and even injecting Killing Intent into his flesh and blood.

It could be said that the current Jian Changsheng, aside from an intact outer skin, was almost completely shattered inside.

His heart stopped beating, his blood vessels scattered into mud, and even Bai Qi's soul residing within it was almost sucked dry by that ancient knife, leaving only a tiny trace remaining.

After undergoing two Ghost Path lightning strikes, this level of injury couldn't be easily healed even with the [Blood Raiment].

Chen Ling abruptly turned his head to look to the side.

In the distance, Jian Changsheng's soul, which was with Jiang Xiaohua and the others, suddenly lost the anchor of its physical body, transforming from a soul into a ghost bit by bit... Then, he floated up gently, drifting uncontrollably toward the Temple of the Dead.