Chapter 1836: The Third Name

The Third Name

"Succeeded..."

Sensing that the Demigod Position of the Path of the Thief had been occupied by someone, Chen Ling slowly withdrew his gaze from the train window.

Li Leider was a Chess Piece that Chen Ling had meticulously cultivated for so many years. The Silver King of the fifth-generation world could steal the Dao Fruit of the former Grey King. The Li Leider of this world had been cultivated by him to be even stronger than before, and with the blessing of Red Star Aspiration Power, it shouldn't be difficult to steal the Dao Fruit of the Path of Divination Demigod and retreat safely from Chengtian.

This move by Li Leider reduced an enemy Demigod's Combat Power while simultaneously increasing their own side's Demigod Combat Power.

Moreover, whether it was the two-in-one Sun Bumian or Li Leider with the blessing of Red Star Aspiration Power, their Combat Power was absolutely more than one level higher than ordinary Demigods... Even if they had to face the ancient Divine Path "peaks", they could absolutely achieve an absolute crushing defeat.

"The game of occupying positions is already over..."

"Next is the battle to swap positions."

Chen Ling looked at the paper before him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

On Chen Ling's side, they had Yao Qing of the Path of the Arts, Sun Bumian of the Path of the Actor, and Li Leider of the Path of the Thief. The Demigods of the other ten Divine Pathways were all in Ying Fu's hands... It was almost impossible to expand and get more Demigods.

Unless they killed the enemy's Demigods and allowed their own side to occupy the corresponding Divine Path's Demigod Position.

But...

Chen Ling sighed deeply.

He was just about to get up, but then seemingly sensing something, he suddenly looked toward another direction in surprise.

"This aura is..." Chen Ling's brows furrowed slightly.

He hesitated for a long time, then returned to the front of the paper.

The flickering firelight swayed silently. He picked up the pen and uncertainly wrote down the third name:

[Bai Qi?]

...

Red Dust Domain.

Boom——!!!

The burning seven-colored flames, like a large mountain, smashed a tiny black shadow sideways for dozens of kilometers, then heavily embedded it into the earth.

Deafening loud noises echoed in heaven and earth. Among the cobweb-like earth fissures, a figure violently spat out blood, his bloodshot eyes angry and ferocious.

At this time, the heavy armor on Wang Jian's body had already completely shattered, his bones were twisted in multiple places, and bloody wounds pierced through his entire body. He looked incomparably wretched.

"What?"

"Didn't you think you were very good at fighting?"

A mighty Awakened Lion slowly walked to the front of the deep pit, looking down disdainfully.

One illusory and one solid, two figures wearing Tang suits and Round Sunglasses, carried a terrifying Theater Dao Demigod's Aura. Seven-colored flames paved the earth, turning everything into a sea of fire in an instant.

It was just that these flames didn't possess scorching high temperatures, but instead diffused a smell of fireworks. In this sea of fire, any existence that was enemies with Good Fortune and Auspiciousness would continuously have their own blessings burned, becoming depressed and unlucky.

Wang Jian gritted his teeth, using his ancient saber to support his body, and slowly stood up from the ruins.

"A mere lion dance..."

Boom——!!

Sun Bumian delivered a whip kick, kicking Wang Jian directly in the chest!

"You dare say 'a mere' again??"

Wang Jian flew backwards again.

Billowing dust flew up. After a long while, Wang Jian staggered to his feet once again...

"Tsk." The fifth-generation Sun Bumian couldn't help but complain. "Path of the Soldier Demigods can truly take a beating... Can he still stand up even like this?"

"This statement sounds very villain-like," the sixth-generation Sun Bumian said.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, the public reputation of our Dusk Society outside has always been villainous."

"That's true..."

Sun Bumian was just about to continue beating Wang Jian, but then a boom came from the direction of the courtyard. The two of them turned their heads simultaneously to look.

They saw endless Embroidery Threads dancing wildly in the air, being chopped into pieces bit by bit by the zither sound and mechanisms. The stable Embroidery Kingdom was continuously broken through under the combined forces of the two Divine Pathway peaks, seemingly already tottering.

"Yao Qing can't hold on for much longer..." the fifth-generation Sun Bumian spoke in a deep voice.

The sixth-generation Sun Bumian glanced at the courtyard, then glanced at Wang Jian who gritted his teeth and stood up, his brows furrowing tightly.

"Forget it, let's ignore him for now and go assist Yao..."

Pfft——!!

Suddenly,

A grim sword edge pierced through the remains of Wang Jian's heavy armor, thrusting out from his chest!

Wang Jian's body shuddered suddenly. He felt a familiar, ancient Killing Intent wreaking havoc within his body, his face instantly turning as pale as paper... He lowered his head stiffly, looking at that section of sword edge piercing out from his own chest, a trace of astonishment surfacing in his eyes.

At the same time, seeing the figure that eerily appeared behind Wang Jian, Sun Bumian's pupils also contracted sharply!

"S..."

"...Spades?"

Black ribbons danced silently on the ancient armor.

A pair of cold eyes glanced at Sun Bumian who was frozen in place, then expressionlessly twisted the sword blade thrust into Wang Jian's body forcefully!

Surging Killing Intent crazily tore at Wang Jian's internal organs. Even though he was already a Path of the Soldier Demigod, under such a direct attack, the pain still made his expression ferocious. A painful roar came from his throat!

"...Bai Qi!!!"

Sun Bumian's expression instantly changed.

Even though Chen Ling had already told him what happened in the Ancient Vault of the Military Path, seeing that familiar face again after so many years, Sun Bumian still couldn't help but feel his mind tremble... But when the words "Bai Qi" rang out, he immediately regained his rationality, looking at Bai Qi with eyes full of vigilance.

The person before him, although wearing Jian Changsheng's appearance, was already no longer Jian Changsheng.

"Bai Qi... what do you want to do?" Sun Bumian asked in a deep voice.

"God of Slaughter, proving the Dao."

Bai Qi answered indifferently.

Hearing these four words, Sun Bumian understood the reason Bai Qi appeared here... Bai Qi had lain dormant in the Ancient Vault of the Military Path for so long, he couldn't possibly be willing to stagnate at Rank 8. If he wanted to return to the Demigod Position of the Path of the Soldier, he had to kill Wang Jian.

But Sun Bumian somewhat didn't understand. Even if Bai Qi didn't act, Wang Jian would sooner or later die by his hands. Why did he have to jump out at this time?

Wasn't he afraid that he would kill him together with Wang Jian?

"I owe Chen Ling a favor." Bai Qi seemed to see through Sun Bumian's thoughts and spoke voluntarily.

"You stole my brother's body, and now you're telling me you owe us a favor?" Sun Bumian sneered. "Do you think I will believe you?"

"Believe it or not is up to you."

After Bai Qi said this sentence, he didn't speak anymore, seemingly too lazy to communicate with Sun Bumian.

Sun Bumian's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. He was just about to make a move when a thought rang out in his mind... After hesitating for a moment, he still stopped his actions.

"Do whatever you want." Sun Bumian spoke coldly,

"But if you interfere with our proper business... even if you're wearing Spades' face, I won't let you off."

After saying that, his figure once again turned into a roaring Awakened Lion, seven-colored flames burning fiercely, and charged straight toward the direction of the courtyard!

Bai Qi watched the Awakened Lion's departing back. After a moment, his gaze returned to Wang Jian...