I'm not a drama god

Wujijun's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"……what?"

The red line actually sank under his skin as he watched... no, it should be said that it was cut.

Under Wuji Jun's surprised gaze, the wrist wrapped with red embroidery silk was lightly cut off at the root, and the palm that was about to touch Lu Liangren was separated from the body and fell to the ground with a plop.

The air suddenly fell into dead silence.

Lord Wuji had one of his hands chopped off.

Even so, Wuji Jun seemed to feel no pain at all, and the cut of his wrist was as smooth as a mirror, without even any muscle tissue or blood vessels visible...

He frowned slightly and looked around Xizhou, as if looking for something.

From the beginning of the war to now, Wuji Jun has slaughtered almost all the halls of Fu Sheng Hui by himself, and he has remained unscathed... But now, a silk thread that came from nowhere can actually cut off his palm, causing a rare look of surprise to appear on his face.

Finally, Wuji Jun's eyes locked on one direction.

boom--! !

The ground beneath Lu Liangren's feet suddenly exploded, and a huge oriental dragon head swallowed up his figure and rushed rapidly into the sky. Its rose-red scales were as delicate as gems, reflecting dazzling light!

The strong wind brought by the Eastern Dragon slightly fluttered the ends of Wuji Jun's hair. He squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the Eastern Dragon's body that was frantically passing by him. He seemed to have discovered something and muttered to himself:

"Embroidery silk..."

This dragon is made of embroidered silk.

Each of its scales was made up of tens of thousands of extremely fine silk threads, which were extremely lifelike. The direction of the silk threads was natural and beautiful, so they glowed like gemstones. There were at least thousands of such scales on this oriental dragon...

After this huge oriental dragon swallowed Lu Liangren, it began to soar into the air, flying left and right... Soon after, the second and third dragon appeared!

Beneath this charred wasteland, one magnificent oriental dragon after another appeared out of nowhere. They flew in from all directions in the west and smashed the towering earth giant of Wuji Jun into pieces!

Broken rocks flew in the air and fell to the ground like raindrops. After these Eastern dragons crushed the earth giants, they intertwined and danced in the air, like a beautiful and shocking embroidery scroll!

——"Nine Dragons Patrolling the Sky".

Under the sky where nine dragons were dancing wildly, a figure slowly walked towards them from afar.

He was a weather-beaten old man, dressed in black linen clothes. His figure looked extremely small against the backdrop of the nine dancing dragons, but with his appearance, an indescribable aura spread over the wasteland.

The peak of Qingshendao's pressure was concentrated on him alone, like a black sun rising from the wasteland, which could not be ignored no matter what... When he appeared, everyone who saw him would unconsciously feel a sense of...

In this world, he is the only one.

"This is... the luck of Shinto?" Wuji Jun narrowed his eyes slightly, "The luck of Shinto is carried on you. Are you the leader of the Qingshendao of this era?"

The old man in black did not answer. He just silently looked at the broken picture frame and the pools of blood on the ground, and spoke hoarsely:

"It seems... I am still late."

"Even if you come early, it won't change anything."

Wuji Jun spoke lightly, and the next moment, the pressure of the Ninth Jun level suddenly descended.

It seemed like an endless pressure, as if it could crush the sky, and it slammed down on the earth. In an instant, all the flying rocks in the sky were crushed into powder, and even the air seemed to solidify beside him!

The black-clothed old man's Qingshen Dao luck was also shaken under this pressure, like a kite in a hurricane, which could break and collapse at any time!

"Being the leader does not mean being strong... You are only at the eighth level, which is a far cry from me."

As soon as Wuji Jun finished speaking, a black sword made of unknown material condensed from the wasteland. He waved his hand casually, and the sword soared into the sky!

boom--! ! !

The scorching explosion followed the sword's dance, splitting the clouds in two. The nine dragons riding the clouds were also instantly split in half by the sword, shattering into embroidered silk threads all over the sky, floating and fluttering towards the earth.

“…It’s a world of difference.”

Under the pressure of Wuji Jun, blood oozed from the corners of the old man's mouth, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, there was a calmness that had accumulated for who knows how many years.

He smiled, his weather-beaten face full of wrinkles.

"You're right... So, I want to give it a try."

The broken embroidery silk threads all over the sky are like a mighty colorful rainstorm, sweeping across the world.

As the old man took a step forward, these colorful "raindrops" suddenly began to gather towards his feet, like colorful afterimages of light, interweaving into the outline of a staircase.

The old man slowly raised his foot and stepped on it. The moment his foot landed, a visible air wave swept across the wasteland!

Boom-!

Then, these embroidered silk "raindrops" began to gather into the outline of the second step!

Wuji Jun, who was originally preparing to deal with the old man's attack, was stunned when he saw this scene. Then, as if he thought of something, his face changed drastically, and he seemed a little unbelievable.

"When you say try... you mean this?"

……

Boom-!

An invisible wave of air swept across heaven and earth.

At this moment, everyone in the Dusk Society was attracted by the sound and looked towards the direction of the battle wasteland in confusion.

"You just said that the Chief woke up?" Club 8 asked, "How did you know?"

"I don't know why... I seem to be able to feel something about him."

Chen Ling frowned. In his vision, everything was like a TV with poor contact, flickering at a high frequency... and half of them were images brought by Yao Qing.

The oppressive white clothes, the murderous intent in the air, the light rain interwoven with embroidered silk;

In a trance, Chen Ling seemed to see a young man stubbornly climbing the stairs. Even though he was exhausted, he was still climbing towards the sky where the light rain was floating...

"What do you feel?"

"He seems... very tired." Chen Ling said uncertainly, "But the energy in his body seems to be rising... He is taking steps, and something is paving the way for him, like stairs."

“Stairs?” Everyone was stunned.

Boom——! !

The second loud bang came from a distance, and air waves surged in the air.

"Could it be that he wants to..."

Bai Ye frowned, his eyes fixed on the direction of the battlefield, his eyes full of shock.

"What do you mean?" Jian Changsheng felt that everyone else seemed to know something, but he knew nothing. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. "Tell me, what's wrong with climbing stairs? What does he want to do?"

"He is trying to prove himself as a god and have heaven and earth grant him a throne..."

"Grant a position? What position?"

Bai Ye took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Given the Qingshen Dao, the position of demigod."

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