Chapter 1747: Crushing and Severing Ties

No one knew where these fingers appeared from.

No one also knew how these seemingly fragile and slender fingers so casually blocked the full-force strike of a 6th-rank Path of the Soldier...

The bearded man only knew that the instant these fingers appeared, an extreme coldness and killing intent locked onto his figure like the gaze of an extremely vicious beast!

He lifted his stiff neck bit by bit, only to see a figure draped in a theatrical robe with a red background and black patterns standing in front of him like a ghost. Under the dim stars, a pair of scarlet pupils exuding a bizarre light were slightly narrowed like crescent moons, looking at him like looking at an ant.

In an instant, his entire person suddenly fell into an ice cavern!

"You..."

"Who are you?!"

The bearded man used all his strength to squeeze out a sentence under that extreme sense of oppression.

The breeze blew past the vast earth, making the corners of the theatrical robe flutter wildly. Chen Ling just quietly looked at him like this. After a long time, a cold voice faintly sounded by his ear:

Facing such an arrogant and contemptuous answer, not a trace of anger unexpectedly rose in the bearded man's heart. Veins bulged on the hand holding the hilt of the Hunting Knife, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't advance a single bit between those fingers...

Under the absolute disparity in strength, an indescribable fear rose from the bottom of his heart!

"What are you still waiting for?!"

The Path of the Puppeteer looking down at the overall situation on the roof didn't know the bearded man's psychological state. He only saw an inexplicable thespian appear out of thin air, and then his companion seemed to be stunned, holding the knife high and unable to slash down for a long time.

He cursed inwardly, and numerous invisible threads flew overwhelmingly toward Chen Ling.

Chen Ling didn't even glance at him, letting those threads entangle onto his body. The aura of the Path of the Puppeteer wanted to invade Chen Ling's body through the threads, but the instant they touched the World-Ending aura, they suddenly stiffened!

The roof figure froze. He had never felt this kind of terrifying aura before, and subconsciously wanted to retract the threads. But who knew that dense red paper suddenly coiled onto the threads from Chen Ling's body, unexpectedly controlling them in reverse!

"What is this thing?!" The roof figure exclaimed.

Clang——!!

At the same time, Chen Ling pinched with two fingers, unexpectedly forcefully snapping the bearded man's Hunting Knife!

The instant they saw this scene, whether it was the bearded man or the roof figure, they were all stupefied... Snapping the full-force strike of a 6th-rank Path of the Soldier barehanded? Even an 8th-rank would find this hard to do, right?!

Moreover, during this process, neither of them felt the slightest Divine Path aura, meaning he used pure physical strength...

Is this guy really human?

"You..."

The roof figure still wanted to say something, but Chen Ling grabbed the threads through the red paper and yanked forcefully, directly flinging him in front of him like a small fish biting the bait!

Following closely, his hands simultaneously pressed onto the heads of the bearded man and the roof figure, and then...

Smashed forcefully toward the earth!!

Boom——!!!

The theatrical robe danced wildly in the sweeping gale. A pair of narrowed scarlet pupils were like fierce eyes in the dark night. As Chen Ling forcefully smashed their heads, the earth boomed and shook, dense cracks spreading crazily to the surroundings!

Dust rolled up, his back figure clearly reflecting in those deep blue pupils. Li Laide, lying in the pool of blood, froze in place.

It was him...

Why...

At this moment, many doubts seemed to surface in Li Laide's heart, but he already had no time to think... He watched with his own eyes as those two figures who almost ruined him and his mother were ravaged and trampled by Chen Ling like ants, his brain going completely blank.

As Chen Ling unhurriedly raised his hands, two bloody heads were lifted up from the deep pit by him. Under the absolute crushing power, the two 6th-ranks had already fainted, only a surviving breath barely maintaining their lives.

He turned around and arrived in front of Li Laide like carrying two dead dogs...

Thud——

He casually tossed the two on the ground.

"You... why are you here..." Li Laide fell in the pool of blood, speaking hoarsely.

Chen Ling didn't answer, but similarly looked at him like looking down at an ant, his words revealing an ice-cold sense of oppression. "I should have told you... don't play tricks."

Li Laide was like a child who had made a mistake, lips slightly pursed, remaining silent.

Chen Ling slowly opened his mouth:

"I'm a person who always listens to reason."

"I admire you. Taking action to clean up these two pieces of trash for you and your mother is just lifting a finger..."

"But I also said, my patience is limited."

"You've repeatedly challenged my patience. Now, my patience is almost exhausted... for the sake of our acquaintance, you can deal with these two pieces of trash personally."

"And then..."

"It's time to sever ties between you and me."

Li Laide was stunned. He looked at Chen Ling's reflection in the pool of blood, complexity surfacing on his face...

Actually, until now, he didn't know what exactly Chen Ling wanted to do. He was just a wanted criminal of the Path of the Thief. To a powerhouse like Chen Ling, he clearly had not the slightest value... He had had many speculations about Chen Ling's goal, but looking at it now, Chen Ling indeed didn't have any malice toward him.

How could a person who truly harbored malice toward him lend a helping hand at this kind of time, not hesitating to provoke people from the Path of the Soldier and the Esoteric Sect for him and his mother?

But since things had reached this point, saying anything was meaningless. Chen Ling had already thoroughly lost interest in him, and he also had to pay the price for his own actions...

But this didn't matter either. The moment he was first caught by Chen Ling, he was already prepared to be killed.

At that time, what he feared most was Chen Ling finding out about his mother and then using her to threaten him... But looking at it now, Chen Ling wasn't that kind of person. Even if he died, Chen Ling wouldn't harm his mother.

Then, he had nothing to fear.

"...Thank you."

After a long silence, Li Laide still said these two words.

"Crawl up yourself and kill them." Chen Ling swept a glance at him, faintly opening his mouth. "Don't tell me you can't get up anymore... then I would feel very disappointed in my own judgment."

Li Laide didn't say a word. He just silently clenched his jaw, enduring the intense pain on his body to crawl up from the pool of blood bit by bit. Gurgling fresh blood spilled onto the earth wave after wave, his face pale as paper.

His consciousness was dissipating, his life was draining, yet he completely disregarded it... At this moment, in his eyes, there was only hatred toward those two fainted figures on the ground!

Under the drive of anger, a madness that extremely contrasted with his appearance climbed into his eyes. He stood in the pool of blood with a savage face, coldly smiling while pulling out that half Hunting Knife stuck in the ground!

And then...

Fiercely stabbed it toward the palm of the roof figure!!