I'm not a drama god

On this stage, Chen Ling could not use any skills, only the purest fighting and will, and the same was true for the audience.

But the difference between Chen Ling and the "audience" is that he has experienced too much on the stage. He has learned the fighting style of Bingshendao and the tactics of his senior brother. He has been through hundreds of battles and escaped death... His fighting level is far above that of other "audiences".

In a one-on-one situation, Chen Ling instantly defeated the "mouth-cannon audience" who climbed onto the stage to replace him last time, but this time he has to face endless opponents.

After Chen Ling killed several "spectators" in seconds, more than a dozen figures rushed forward. They crowded directly beside Chen Ling, limiting his space to move and punch. Every move was extremely difficult. At the same time, countless palms fell all over his body like raindrops.

Pain filled his mind. Chen Ling gritted his teeth and resisted all attacks. He threw punch after punch, trying to fight his way out of the crowd. However, as he was trapped for longer, more and more "audiences" surrounded him. They stepped on their companions' shoulders like ants and pounced on Chen Ling's body from above...

One, two, three... ten, eleven...

Countless black shadows crowded together and directly submerged Chen Ling's figure. They were stacked on top of each other, like a black pyramid rising from the ground, pressing Chen Ling to the bottom, unable to move at all!

On this stage, Chen Ling did not have any strength advantage. After all, he was, in the final analysis, just a "spectator" like the other black shadows. At this moment, he could only rely on his willpower to support his legs and prevent himself from falling down... He knew very well that once he fell down, there would be no possibility of standing up again.

At this moment, a loud noise came from the "performance" behind the curtain!

……

boom--! ! !

A murderous aura surged up into the sky, completely shattering the cracked optical disc into pieces. At this moment, demigod-level pressure descended upon the world!

"This is……"

Hong Xiu, who was lying on the ground with serious injuries, barely regained the vision of one eye. When she saw the black pillar of murderous aura tearing through the sky, horror and confusion emerged in her eyes.

"The path of the demigod of the god of war... or the path of [Shura]?"

"How can this be?"

Hongxiu herself was standing on the eighth step, closest to the ninth-level demigod position. She knew very well that there was no demigod of the God of War in this era, and that position was now vacant... But now, the pressure of a genuine demigod of the God of War appeared before her.

At the moment when the murderous aura rose to the sky, Hong Xiu could feel that a certain power bestowed on her was drawn away and merged into the body of that person...

She is no longer the leader of [Ashura].

Now, the name of the leader of [Ashura] is... Jian Changsheng.

“Black…Spade???”

Sun Bumian opened his mouth in shock. He saw with his own eyes a figure tearing through the nothingness beside him and walking out slowly. The small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose were about to fall to the ground... Jiang Xiaohua, who was standing next to him, also opened her mouth slightly to express her surprise.

It was a figure wearing a black leather jacket, the hem of the jacket fluttering silently under the murderous aura rising into the sky, and a resolute and sharp face appeared in everyone's sight.

He was the last one who had hardly had the chance to participate in the war since the war...

It is the newcomer Spade 6 who is ignored by everyone.

But now, demigod-level murderous aura surged from his body, and it was impossible to look directly at him just standing there. He represented the pinnacle of killing in this era!

Jian Changsheng's pupils had been dyed black, but they still maintained the radiance of rationality. His shoulders were slightly drooped, as if he was carrying unprecedented pressure. He walked forward slowly and firmly, leaving deep marks on the earth with every step.

"How did you..." Han Meng felt the oppression from the Way of the God of War brought by Jian Changsheng, and his eyes were full of surprise.

Jian Changsheng did not answer.

He simply lowered his head, and with his right hand, he grasped in the air amidst the murderous aura that was dancing wildly around him. A long sword that was completely black as the abyss, carrying with it murderous black flames, was pulled out from the void! !

The moment the sword appeared, the thick clouds in the sky and the hazy starlight above slowly moved to the sides, as if some force was cutting them apart.

Holding the sword in one hand, the wolf-tailed figure exuding the pressure of a demigod finally raised his head slightly...

He walked straight towards Han Meng.

"Get out of the way, young man."

Jian Changsheng's voice sounded faintly, "You are blocking the way."

Han Meng:...?

Han Meng was stunned. He didn't block Jian Changsheng's way at all. It was the other party who took the initiative to walk towards him first... But when he heard these familiar words, Han Meng's expression was a little subtle.

Han Meng's words turned into a boomerang, and Jian Changsheng finally found an opportunity to throw it back. Someone who held a grudge finally had a chance to get back at his enemies. Even if he was suppressed by the power of a demigod, he had to be a little willful...

After all, it’s hard to say whether there will be another chance to be willful in the future.

Han Meng looked at Jian Changsheng with a strange expression, and finally made way for him. The latter did not look at him any more, but raised his sword and walked straight towards Chaozai step by step.

Red paper flutters, murderous aura rises to the sky;

From this moment on, everyone's breathing became so tense that it almost stopped...

The moment Jian Changsheng's murderous aura burst out, Chao noticed his presence. He stood there holding a big red paper umbrella, distractedly suppressing the red and black fire gushing out of his body, while looking here, his scarlet eyes were filled with unknown thoughts.

"Mocking disaster!" Jian Changsheng took a deep breath, and his voice sounded like thunder.

"I'm going to beat you to pieces!!!"

He held a murderous sword in his hand and rushed out wildly! !

This time, his line was no longer "Heaven and Earth will punish you together", but changed to "I will beat you to death", which just shows that the one who controls the body is not Bai Qi, but Jian Changsheng himself... Hearing these five words, the corners of the Red King's mouth slightly raised in the nothingness on the side.

He stood in a corner where no one noticed him, his robe fluttering in the wind, his eyes fixed on Jian Changsheng, who was surrounded by murderous aura, with an extremely complicated look:

"Good boy, remember this feeling..."

"In the future, the only person in the world who can suppress the ridicule for Chen Ling... is you."

boom--! ! !

As Jian Changsheng raised his sword, a murderous aura like a landslide and the earth splitting apart streaked across the sky, and the heaven and earth were eclipsed... and the tip of the murderous sword was pointing at the "figure" holding the red umbrella.

This was the first time that Jian Changsheng controlled the power of demigod and he didn't know any sophisticated techniques. For him now, the only thing he could do was to go all out in every attack. He had to grit his teeth and risk his life to deliver the strongest attack!

Feeling the killing intent from the sword, Mao could no longer ignore it.

He held up the umbrella with one hand, and with the other hand he was forced to give up blocking the flames surging from his body and reach for the sword that pierced the sky...