Chapter 1783 - 917: Genuine and Fake

They're anxious!

Without any warning, Ying Lin broke through the sky.

Under the pitch-black wings, sharp claws appeared out of thin air, like death, right at the doorstep, everything seemed predestined, with no place to hide!

This is the most famous killer move of the Ying Lin series.

Circle Realm · [Death Wings]!

Once the Death Wings unfold, all life in their path returns to the void.

The claws that appear at this moment are just a facade, completely unavoidable. Once marked by Death Wings, even if hidden at the ends of the earth or within a fortress, one's life will be seized by the suddenly appearing claw.

In the sudden chill, Ji Jue couldn't help but smile silently, coldly, as blood water trickled down.

To allow Ying Lin, who should be far in Huang Province, to return at such an inexplicable speed, bypassing all surveillance, infiltrate the bank, and even reveal the ultimate weapon amidst unclear circumstances...

It seems East City Wilderness Market is indeed anxious.

Not just anxious, but almost frantically so, as if driven mad, worried, tearful.

Just like the majesty of the Heavenly Human Shadow descending moments ago, intimidating and fierce, madly violent, yet unable to hide the sense of empty threats and impotent rage.

The vital spot is almost grasped in someone's hand, who wouldn't be anxious?

If not for the limitations set by Tian Yuan in East City, Han Hui might have torn off the vest and descended from the sky, furious and fierce.

Seeing the claws inch closer, Ji Jue, weak and stiff, couldn't even be bothered to glance, completely unconcerned.

He's not anxious.

Someone else is more anxious than him.

Just as Death Wings spread, covering everything, a roar of thunder already resounded.

Behind Ji Jue, Old Tang suddenly glared, inhaling nearly half the basement's air, his chest puffing high, buttons on his shirt and work clothes shooting out.

Then, he shouted with a trembling voice:

"——Sunset over the mountains, the sky darkens!!"

Volcano eruption.

Endless Blood Flames formed a frenzy, surging from his body, rising from the ground.

Watching the boss, who just got half his pay, about to lose his head, the worker had just gone mad, forgotten his emotions, unwilling to continue slacking.

In the boundless darkness, wisps of blood fire ignited suddenly, like candles.

Under the candlelight, a broken ancient temple emerged behind him, atop the offering table, a mountain of plaques rose from the darkness, exuding the savage aura of the Legion series.

And at the highest point of countless plaques, was a dried-up hand holding a ruby like a heart, vibrant blood color flowing from the gem, fresh and dripping.

Bang!

In the dull sound akin to a heartbeat, a scarlet Flame Light ignited from the darkness, so small, yet so savage.

The moment of ascent, like a magic blade half unsheathed, Flame Light slashed, causing Death Wings to wither, darkness to shatter, a staggering figure forcibly reverting, falling from within.

When he looked back in shock, he couldn't control the astonishment in those emerald eyes.

What the hell is this!

Next, he saw the figure standing behind Ji Jue collapse, blood gushing out, kneeling on the ground, barely alive.

Like tapping into power beyond limits.

Before Ying Lin was completely burned away, he himself was already crushed by the ancestral aid he'd summoned.

Yet, at that moment, Ji Jue far away in the West Sea Vest sensed the Red Sky Banner subtly vibrating, as if recognizing a familiar breath.

A feeling akin to an instinct surfaced in his heart, like gripping something unseen, life and death, in his control.

The burning light of Chixiao appeared in his eyes, and he spoke:

"[Permission]!"

Instantly, Old Tang, initially on the brink and barely alive, revived fully in a scene resembling time moving backward.

The backlash from the crime of unauthorized military deployment, the pressure from the blasphemous act of marching without ritual, vanished into thin air!

Even, under the protection of a strand of Chixiao light, the dark, thick blood color revealed a pure scarlet with no impurities.

Pure scarlet flowed, coagulating like scales, countless tiny scales converging, covering Tang Qian's body, forming an imposing, majestic Bright Armor.

This is the ritual of the Palace Guard!

This time, there was no need for him to request or sacrifice again, the once noble and aloof ancestors eagerly extended their aid.

"So strong—"

Under Blood Flame infusion, Tang Qian ecstatically rolled his eyes white, his hands manifested two Axes, leaping and chopping towards Ying Lin, who hadn't found footing.

Transcend?

Transcend, what about it?

I can damn well transcend too!

Even before landing this time, Ying Lin already felt... the almost crushing violent pressure that seemed to shatter his soul and body together!

Gravity?!

No, not just gravity, along with gravity's sudden surge out of nowhere, even the air became incredibly heavy, every speck of Dust falling on him felt as gigantic as a mountain!

In the corner, a figure wearing a mask already extended a palm towards him, suddenly clenched.

His pupils shrank sharply, a familiar sensation...

The weight of Kunwu!

In the past, this move, seemingly moving mountains casually, terrifyingly crushed all opponents to Dust, had already created a formidable reputation in the Desert Market!

And its Creator was now the Northwest giant of Suzhou, the Mountain Lord!

But wasn't the Mountain Lord dead!

What is this now!

Very quickly, under that terrifying pressure, his heart couldn't help but relax slightly—a mere struggle had already deflected most of the effect...

There was completely none of the rumored majesty and precision of the mountain pressing down, even if the force and effect were equivalent, the control was as rigid as a program, simply unable to completely lock onto him.

Fake!

He burst into pieces out of nowhere, turning into dozens of shadows that roamed freely, escaping calmly from the crevices under the crushing mountains, a thrown dart already piercing the attacker's throat.

Once again, reaching out towards Ji Jue.

Click!

Electric blue sparks burst forth.

An instinctive, bone-chilling cold surfaced, and without hesitation, he split again, flickering away.

Lightning, like a raging dragon, formed into an arrow, brushing past him, as the condensed and collapsed light and heat lost its target, disintegrating on its own, nearly instantaneously turning the entire underground space into a Melting Furnace.

Was that Ying Qulong's Dragon Tongue Arrow?

Also fake!

With a muffled groan, the second masked figure staggered and knelt, blood seeping from his mouth and nose, while a book page in his arms spontaneously caught fire and vanished.

Reenacting everything that occurred in the past now, freely cutting and pasting matters of the current world at will.

This is the Ether series's "Yesterday Reappearance"!

The Tong family...

As expected, it's Hai Province!

Before he could react, a vermillion axe came crashing down like heavenly wrath, relentlessly pursuing amidst the overly narrow underground, stirring up a fresh storm, leaving him with almost no foothold.

Yet with each swing of the axe, there were wide open gaps exposing a detestable bearded face, grinning maniacally at him, as if afraid he wouldn't seize the chance to slash at it!

But Ying Lin just didn't dare.

Too sinister!

Recalling the eerie shrine and the blood flames capable of tearing apart his Circle Realm from the brief glimpse just moments ago made his skin crawl.

What kind of ghostly stuff was all this!

Still too hasty!

The Ying Lin faction is not Blade Teeth, always lurking in the shadows, killing with one strike, and even if it misses, it would be far away, there's no such recklessness in their actions!

Without the situation clear, he had no choice but to take action, completely as if he were firefighting, this wasn't his area of expertise at all.

Han Hui, that guy, like a madman, threw down so much investment, using the Blood Alliance, forcefully thrust him into this hot, difficult task, did he really think he was some punk who would risk his life for a meager pay?

This kind of job can never be taken again in the future!

But since it's accepted, it has to be done, no matter what, even if heaven falls and earth rends, it must be done…

If the opponent wants to delay time, why wouldn't he?

The urgent matter at hand is not these few who are constantly hindering him, but that craftsman on the brink of death yet still controlling the Secret Ritual among the Gray Flames!

No matter the consequences, the treasure vault must not be lost!

If that's the case then…

Within the raven shadows converging from countless splits, Ying Lin's figure abruptly vanished without a trace, reappearing with his black feathered robe ignited by the Gray Flames.

And he already closed in within three steps, in his hand an invisible, feather-like curved dagger was aimed strikingly at the powerless Ji Jue!

Suddenly, a shout exploded.

From dozens of steps away, a point of iron light leapt out like a star, incredibly breaking through the space in this hair-trigger moment.

A point of sharp brilliance glowed like starlight, already stabbing toward his face!

From the ends of the earth, in just a thought, crossing effortlessly.

Unprecedented and unparalleled biting sharpness, already in front of him!

——Cliff Corner Spear!

Too bad, it's still fake!

Ying Lin neither dodged nor avoided; he drew the dagger with his other hand, boldly hacking down, colliding with that sharp brilliance!

Even if the solemn majesty was already close at hand, form and spirit alike, the spear shot out like a dragon, absolutely not inferior to the genuine article, but he had already dealt too much with Cliff Corner's line.

No matter how realistically replayed, compared to the real thing in that old guy's hands, it was far inferior!

Boom!

The dagger in his hand collided with the spear point, shattered at the touch.

The spear point soaring like a dragon easily tore through the dagger in his hand, along with his fingers, palm, arm, slanting diagonally from behind him.

Only, in the final moment, it lost the target.

Offset.

This is the disparity between real and fake.

Divine weapons like the Cliff Corner Spear, how could an incompetent carry it? With a slight inducement, even if close by, it would deviate.

If that old man were here, how would such a situation arise?

Just like...

Now.

The dagger aimed at the back of Ji Jue's head halted just a hair's breadth away.

That insignificant small distance had already turned into an insurmountable chasm.

"..."

In the sudden silence, Ying Lin seemed petrified, looking down at his pierced and pinned wrist, and the point of light piercing through from his heart.

That was, the second...

Cliff Corner Spear!