Chapter 345

White Ash

"Fifth Brother!?"

Seeing Clown still unwilling to give up, King of Clubs promptly reached out her palm, grabbing towards the other party's collar.

But Clown at this moment didn't even look a glance at her. A flexible dog roll, shrinking into a ball drilling past from under King of Clubs' hand. His movements truly were too flexible, letting King of Clubs once again grab empty space.

"Yi hahahahaha..."

Clown while laughing, while hugging into a ball directly rolling down the steps, speed wonderfully fast to the extreme.

The blue veins on the back of King of Clubs' hand one by one violently bulged up. She abruptly gripped tightly the Greatsword hilt in her hand. Aura climbing up section by section, like moving true anger!

She stepped out one step, both lips lightly opened. Breath resonating and overlapping in her chest cavity. The next moment, the sharp and overbearing Opera Vocals exactly like explosive thunder resounded under the heavenly dome!

"Foreign king and little clown why worth discussing~ My one sword can block a million troops!!" (Note 1)

The instant the Greatsword left her hand, a sonic boom then explosively resounded from the tail of the sword. Formless air waves turning into circular rings rippling open out of thin air. Along with the blade edge splitting open nothingness, pieces after pieces of scarlet red curtains drilled out from within!

In the Gray World, the color of the curtains presented a kind of weird black. They were like coming alive generally, revolving around the Greatsword straightly piercing towards Clown. The blade edge not yet arriving, the curtains arrived first!

Clown hugging into a ball rolling down the mountain road like perceiving a crisis, suddenly popped out a short leg, forcefully stepping on a certain piece of step. His whole person 'ceng' leaped up, accurately avoiding a swimming snake-like curtain!

"Yi hahahaha!!"

In midair, Clown floatingly spread open his four limbs, like a "big" character flying in the sky. On the face stained with White Ash, those pair of pitch-black narrow and small eyes spun around, then locking onto the red-clad Chen Ling close at hand.

Following closely, over a hundred pieces of scarlet red curtains surged over from all directions!

Clown's tiptoes lightly tapped in the nothingness. The short and small body was flexible to the unbelievable degree. He exactly like an acrobat, flying and dancing high up in the air avoiding the pursuit of all the curtains, forcefully rushing out a way out from the absolute blockade!

This scene also fell into Chen Ling's eyes. Even if he possessed Secret Pupil, he actually also had no way to keep up with Clown's movements.

He was dancing on the blade edge!

That short and small figure, smashed through the sky-filling curtain blockade, straightly falling towards Chen Ling. Even if Chen Ling had already had his chest opened, under the blessing of Blood Robe also had no way to compete in speed with him... Clown exactly like a monster with agility points maxed out. A White Ash face rapidly enlarged in Chen Ling's field of vision!

"Fifth Brother!! Stop!!" King of Clubs' angry rebuke transmitted from afar.

Chen Ling's peripheral vision could see, the sky-filling curtains were rolling towards himself. And before them, a palm slowly popped out, only lacking a tiny bit then about to grab his own head!

Chen Ling wanted to move, yet it was already too late. His speed in front of Clown was almost stagnant.

Right at this time, a few pieces of curtains deadly wrapped onto Clown's ankle, forcefully dragging him to a stop in midair. Clown's sesame small eyes had already stared to the biggest, roughly turning into pearl size. That close at hand small White Ash face, like a vivid "囧" character...

His finger lightly brushed past the tip of Chen Ling's nose.

Chen Ling dangerous and dangerous again once again broke away from his hand. Under full-speed running, in the blink of an eye then pulled open hundreds of meters of distance.

Boom——!!

The Greatsword descended from the sky, continuously bringing Clown's figure being smashed into the mountain body. Sky-filling smoke and dust rolled out!

Chen Ling's back was shocked out a body of cold sweat. At this moment he had already left Clown Peak, both feet once again falling on the Gray World's great earth. Only then did he turn his head looking back.

At this moment's Clown Peak, exactly like an earthquake generally intensely trembling. Like someone inside it booming exchanging blows. Clown's figure had just "wula" a sound bounced out from the smoke and dust, preparing to continue chasing to kill Chen Ling, then was smashed back into the mountain body by the closely following Greatsword!

King of Clubs' resentfully angry voice sounded from the mountain:

"Don't know what crazy Fifth Brother went... I have no way to hold him back for too long!"

"Chen Ling, you leave first! Go find Master!! Only Master can suppress him!"

"They are exactly inside the Red Dust Domain. If in those years you truly saw us before, Master should be able to sense the mark on your body! They will come find you!"

"Wula!!!" Clown baring fangs and brandishing claws charged out of the curtain's blockade, yet was suppressed by King of Clubs with one kick.

"Quickly leave!!"

Chen Ling seeing this, knew here couldn't be stayed at anymore. His current Audience Expectation Value fundamentally wasn't sufficient to revive. If Clown truly broke free of King of Clubs striking him dead, then it's bad...

Let alone, Clown is the gatekeeper of the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path. He doesn't agree to himself entering the Ancient Vault. Even if King of Clubs won there's also no way, can only dryly wait at Clown Peak.

Able to break the situation, then also only has that mysterious Master;

After Chen Ling thought it through, turning around then flyingly ran towards the direction when coming. A suit of red clothes flashed across on the barren great earth, Clown Peak rapidly retreating behind him.

With Chen Ling's current speed, roughly more than a minute later, Clown Peak already couldn't see a trace.

"Damn it... why exactly does he want to kill me?"

Chen Ling fundamentally couldn't think it through. Currently the people he saw inside the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path, regardless whether it's Mo Jue or King of Clubs, their personalities are all very good. Only Clown coming up then wanting to put him to a deadly ground... was it where did himself offend him? Or because of something else?

Chen Ling while pondering, while footsteps gradually slowing down, body also becoming heavier and heavier.

[Audience Expectation Value +1]

"...Hm?"

Chen Ling felt himself somewhat not right, doubtfully lowering his head looking down.

Don't know when, his both legs already lacked the strength to maintain the previous running speed. The blessing brought to him by Blood Robe thoroughly disappeared. Even the slowly healing hollow wound on his chest all stagnated...

[Audience Expectation Value +1]

"Not right... this is me..." Chen Ling muttered to himself. Still not waiting for him to finish speaking, mouth suddenly automatically opened!

"Yi hahaha!!"

After laughing loudly one sound, Chen Ling abruptly covered his own mouth, in his eyes surfacing shock.

He abruptly looked around the four surroundings, didn't discover Clown's traces. Such a short time, he should still be suppressed at Clown Peak by King of Clubs then it's right... but what is this of himself?

Chen Ling's forehead seeped out fine and dense sweat. He felt his own state becoming weirder and weirder. Spiritual Power as if dried up generally, Blood Robe also didn't have any response. He stumbled walking on the barren great earth, body increasingly heavy. It was as if... there was some thing gradually draining dry his body.

At the same time, his face gradually became fiery hot, as if there was some thing about to grow out!

[Audience Expectation Value +1]

Seeing the great earth continuously outlining out a few lines of characters, Chen Ling instantly felt not good. He as if could see pairs of scarlet red pupils in the nothingness, teasingly gazing at himself.

"Damn it... what exactly happened to me? I... Yi hahaha... is it Clown's... haha... methods?"

Chen Ling felt his nose becoming hotter and hotter. Along with Spiritual Power and physical strength overdrawn, his consciousness also blurred up...

Right at this time, he saw on the black great earth ahead, there was a puddle of water.

He gritted his teeth persisting walking towards there. Mouth and tongue dried up he thirsted to drink water. But he with great difficulty arriving in front of that puddle of water, just preparing to cup up water drinking a mouthful, his whole person suddenly blanked on the spot.

Above the sparkling water surface, reflected Chen Ling's pale face. And at this moment on his nose tip, don't know when there was an extra smear of White Ash...

"Yi hahaha..." Chen Ling deadly covered his mouth, in his eyes full of shock!

He half-kneeled in front of the water surface. Gentle breeze brushed past, the water surface stirred up shattering his facial features,

Like a "Clown" wearing red clothes.

[Audience Expectation Value +5]

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Note 1: "Foreign king and little clown why worth discussing, my one sword can block a million troops." Taken from Peking Opera "Mu Guiying Takes Command" —— "Foreign king and little clown why worth discussing, my one sword can block a million troops."