The crimson blood splattered on the screen behind the stage, the drum beats and the sound of silk and bamboo on both sides of the stage disappeared in an instant! Everyone was stunned for a moment, their pupils suddenly contracted, the strong smell of blood suppressed the alcohol in their bodies, they suddenly stood up, their faces filled with disbelief! "You..." The gaze of Bone Blade slowly lifted from his own blood-red chest and looked at Chen Ling's face.

He seemed to have realized something.

"You are...

that kid's...

brother?" A large amount of blood gushed from his throat, making his words unclear, his expression extremely terrified.

"Do you like to dig into others' hearts and lungs?" Chen Ling's cheeks were blood-red, and in his eyes, intense hatred and madness emerged.

"Today...

I will also dig you up, clean and thorough!" "Give me the knife!!" Chen Ling raised his hand towards the void behind him.

A sharp dagger suddenly trembled violently around the waist of a resident of Bingquan Street who was standing still below the stage! As if an invisible hand grabbed the handle of the dagger and suddenly pulled it out of its sheath, whistling towards Chen Ling in the center of the stage! "Audience," in cooperation with his performance.

Chen Ling grasped the dagger and lightning-fast stabbed it into Bone Blade's chest, down along the blood hole he opened with his hand, instantly splitting him open! Bone Blade's mouth opened wide uncontrollably, extreme pain made him unable to help but howl, but the continuous gushing blood from his throat blocked his airway, only hearing the painful whimpering.

Blood mixed with organs flowed outward from the cut, Bone Blade knelt down weakly on the ground, his hands frantically trying to stuff those things back in, but after a few pulls, his movements slowly stopped...

He died.

In his pupils, the blood-red stage was reflected, along with everything about himself...

more so, fear and helplessness.

Chen Ling looked at Bone Blade kneeling dead in front of him, his expression did not change much.

This was his first time killing someone, but perhaps due to the surge of hatred and adrenaline, he surprisingly didn't feel much...

except for a faint sense of nausea.

He did not notice that at this moment, above the snow-filled sky, a black star faintly lit up.

"Chen Ling?! Are you crazy?!!" "As an enforcer, without reason, killing at will!! You will face punishment!!" Qian Fan saw this scene, his pupils involuntarily dilated, and he immediately shouted.

On the blood-red stage, the figure in red slowly turned around...

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The young man's cheeks still had hot blood, he held a dagger, overlooking the terrified crowd below the stage, his eyes full of killing intent and madness! At this moment, on the screen behind him, the blood was faintly lit up densely, as if countless crimson eyes opened in the darkness, sitting in the void audience seats, watching everything.

[Audience Expectation Value +5] Clang— Only a light sound was heard, and all the torches in the courtyard were extinguished at the same time.

"Punish me?" Chen Ling chuckled, he slowly raised his fingertips, dipped in the hot blood on his cheeks, and drew a bloodstain at the corner of his eye...

the once outlined red makeup of Chen Yan overlapped with Chen Ling's face in a daze, and the whole person's breath suddenly became eerie and bloody! He was the soul of Chen Ling, and also the soul of Chen Yan, performing alone under the gaze of the "end of the world" catastrophe.

"Why do you have the right to punish me?" "Who can punish me?" In the next moment, the figure in red disappeared from the stage in an instant.

A dagger simultaneously cut through the void, so fast that no one in the audience reacted, followed by a muffled groan, and the resident of Bingquan Street closest to the stage splattered blood on his neck and fell to the ground.

Li Mang, Sun Laoliu, and others were shocked.

They had all fought against Chen Ling and knew the terror of the other party.

The key point is that today they are all here to celebrate and enjoy, almost no one is carrying a gun, at most hiding two cold weapons on their bodies...

But even when holding a gun in the tavern, they couldn't deal with Chen Ling, let alone now? The red specter shuttles through the banquet, crazily harvesting the lives of these people.

As more and more people are killed, Chen Ling has completely overcome some of the shadows of evil deeds, and inexplicably becomes more skilled.

Amidst the vast snow, a bloody and eerie massacre takes place in the courtyard.

At the same time, a hundred meters away from the courtyard.

"He actually attracted the attention of the 'God of War Dao'?" Chu Muyun stood under a snow-covered tree, gazing at the distant courtyard, "I didn't expect him to be a genius...

in the aspect of killing." "Not just the 'God of War Dao'." In the void, a man shrouded in black shadows slowly emerged.

"Haven't you noticed? The stars of the 'God of Shaman Dao' have also reacted..." "'God of Shaman Dao'?" Chu Muyun was startled, "What does he have to do with the 'God of Shaman Dao'? Why would he attract the 'God of Shaman Dao'?" "I don't know." "But don't you find it strange?" "What?" "How can a Fusionist attract the attention of the gods? And, he is a Fusionist carrying the 'World Destruction' level..." "There's nothing strange about this.

He just attracted attention, as if his own talent was noticed by the gods, but he did not truly obtain the [Divine Favor]...

The divine path will not be left to monsters." "I see." "But this kid is indeed crazy enough, ruthless enough, your judgment is correct." Chu Muyun smiled slightly, without saying a word.

"But he will have difficulties ahead." "Why?" "I smell it." The shadowy man paused for a moment, "That enforcer named Qian Fan has the aura of a 'sacrificial vessel' on him." ...

Courtyard.

As Chen Ling raised his hand and the knife fell, seven or eight residents of Bingquan Street died in succession.

Without firearms, these Bingquan Street residents almost uniformly chose to flee, but their speed was far inferior to Chen Ling, who possessed the [Dance of Slaughter], and as soon as they ran to the front yard, they were captured and killed one after another! "Brother Fan! What should we do?!" A law enforcer hurriedly spoke.

"He should have already obtained the [Divine Favor], stepping into the divine path..." Qian Fan recalled the scene where Chen Ling had taken the dagger out of thin air just now, his face extremely ugly, "Damn it, which divine path has he embarked on?" "Doesn't that mean he's considered a law enforcer?" Another law enforcer's face turned pale, "How can we possibly defeat him?" "Why hasn't Brother Ma arrived?!" "It's too late...

if this continues, not only will Bingquan Street be completely wiped out, but we may not be able to save our lives either." A fierce look flashed in Qian Fan's eyes, he reached into his chest and pulled out something wrapped in black cloth, appearing in his palm.As he gradually unwrapped the black cloth, a broken finger bone was exposed in the air..