"Quick! Everyone move closer to me! I feel like I'm bursting with power!"
The Clown, brandishing a scythe, urged his clones to hurry up and deliver it.
Upon hearing this, the crowd reluctantly retreated, putting distance between themselves and him.
Seeing this, the Clown's face fell. "What are you standing there for? Come and deliver it!"
The clones grumbled and cursed.
I can offer to deliver it; that's my prerogative.
But if you force me to deliver it, then the nature of the problem changes.
The Clown finds himself suddenly becoming a Big Black hated figure, seemingly truly becoming the Clown.
" Good Good Good!"
"Then I'll do it myself!"
The Clown grabbed his scythe and charged straight at the nearest clone.
"Come and get your medicine!"
"Seriously, when will they stop injuring friends?"
"Which idiot came up with this damn Sun Soul Orb?"
" Clown and Magician —possessing either one is enough to conquer the world. The Circus is truly blessed."
"..."
As he spoke, the Clown charged into the group of clones, his knife flashing as he frantically began harvesting the leeks.
In just a few breaths, more than twenty old men had already met their end at the hands of the blade.
This stunned the Level Nine Martial Artist who was just about to attack the Clown.
Could they be friendly forces?
The group immediately began communicating privately via telepathy.
Do you know him?
"I don't know him."
"I've never seen it either."
"Perhaps there's some internal discord; this is a good thing."
Two of them are working together to fight against the Dharma King.
The remaining Level Nine Martial Artist prepared to take advantage of the situation and beat the dog when it was down.
His blood and energy erupted, and a punch slammed into the top of his clone's head.
Swish--
A blood-red blade pierced through the air, shattering the fist of Level Nine Martial Artist.
The man was baffled.
Is this person crazy?
The Clown, having finished the blood pack, slowly walked over, carrying his scythe.
"I can touch them."
"But you can't move."
The scythe drew a crescent moon of blood in the air, aiming straight for the man's head.
The clone beside him clasped his hands together in front of his chest and exclaimed, " Clown, you're so manly!"
The Clown stumbled, nearly dropping the scythe from his hand.
A blood-red blade pinned the clone to the ground, chilling it to the bone.
The Dharma King smirked. "Now you're even more manly."
The man and the Clown began to exchange opinions intensely.
Despite possessing only Level Eight aura, he was able to fight on par with a Level Nine Martial Artist like him.
The Clown smirked. "Do you even understand the value of King-Level Soul Orb?"
The man's gaze sharpened, and his skin suddenly hardened, reflecting a metallic sheen.
Innate talent, Iron Man.
The Clown shook his head. "This is the most pathetic talent I've ever seen. I'd be ashamed to even have it."
Although he said that, his face instantly became exactly the same as the other person's.
Immediately afterwards, the Clown's entire body turned metallic.
The man looked like he'd seen a ghost.
At that moment, he felt as if he were looking in a mirror.
Before he could react, Iron Clown had already pounced on him.
As the battle progressed, the man discovered that his opponent could do everything he could, and in some areas, the opponent even did it better.
They were taught by the same master, so I can't break their moves.
"Help me, please!"
The man asked his teammates for help.
Unfortunately, his two teammates were also unable to attend to him, as they were both trapped in the Dharma King's Lightning Domain.
In addition to guarding against the sudden thunder and lightning, they also have to guard against the occasional Kidney Carver.
This guy is incredibly ruthless; he specializes in attacking the lower body.
The Grand Elder, who was observing from the shadows, looked displeased.
The Ancient Race have been living in comfort for far too long.
Those present were all powerful figures standing at the pinnacle of the Ancient Race's pyramid.
He used to live a life of luxury, but now he can't even handle opponents of the same level.
If a war between gods were to truly break out, they probably wouldn't even qualify to be cannon fodder.
Qin Ze was in an invincible Shelter Space above the clouds.
He discovered that there weren't as many Level Nine Martial Artist in the South District as he had imagined.
Previously, there were only five Night Clan elders, not counting them; now there are simply two more.
Apart from the three Level Nine Martial Artist quickly advanced into the center, the rest were still out on the periphery, battling wits and courage against the Fog of War and A Bing's Plague Pollen.
They were clearly very strong, but they acted with extreme caution.
Every step taken through the fog requires careful consideration.
Qin Ze shook his head. "How could such a swarm of insects possibly stand against the Strange God?"
"It's time for the second male lead to come on stage."
Qin Ze, who served as the behind-the-scenes director, planner, screenwriter, and male lead, controlled the rhythm of the entire performance.
"Receive."
The haphazardly assembled Brother Devour burst forth from the void and plunged into the spatial array.
He then quickly formed hand seals, intending to sink into the underground space where the Northern Heaven Gate was located.
The Grand Elder's face darkened horribly upon seeing this.
Problems have indeed arisen within the Ancient Race.
The fact that the other party could activate the formation's hand gestures was something only a few high-ranking members of the Black Market would know.
The Grand Elder stopped hiding. He was convinced that Brother Devour was the mastermind, and he unleashed a burst of Blazing Sun Fire above Brother Devour's head.
call--
A wave of fire, tens of meters high, slammed into Brother Devour.
Brother Devour was pushed out of the spatial array. He looked at the semi-transparent treasure box hanging from the Grand Elder's waist and said, " The Chaos Pearl is with him."
Through Brother Devour's perspective, Qin Ze saw the Chaos Pearl on the Great Elder's waist, which was the same as the one worn by the Night Clan.
The only slight difference is that the color of the Desolate God Bloodline on the Great Elder's Chaos Pearl is much dimmer.
Who are you?
The Grand Elder stood in mid-air, his entire body enveloped in the Blazing Sun Fire.
Compared to the Brother Devour's enormous body, the Grand Elder looked like he had just come out of kindergarten.
The only response to the Grand Elder was Brother Devour's fist.
A barrage of lightning-fast punches rained down, with most aimed at the Grand Elder's waist.
"They really came for the Chaos Pearl."
Seeing Brother Devour's subtle movements, the Grand Elder became even more certain that this group had ill intentions.
The Grand Elder effortlessly dealt with the Brother Devour's attacks, and said in a deep voice, "Is this a newly opened Old Era world, or a lackey of the Strange God?"
Brother Devour remained silent, but his movements became increasingly rapid.
The Grand Elder leaned towards the latter, because the aura emanating from these people was simply too sinister.
Despite being severely Corruption by the Soul Orb, it was still able to retain a completely clear consciousness.
He would never have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.
"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a forfeit."
"In that case, I will personally inquire about the spirits."
boom--
The elder's punch unleashed Blazing Sun Fire that Brother Devour to the ground, scorching half of his body.
After subduing Brother Devour, the Grand Elder's spiritual power surged like a tidal wave, engulfing Brother Devour.
He has only brute strength.
The Grand Elder prepared to forcibly invoke the spirits.
This method is only effective if one's mental strength is far superior to that of the opponent.
Moreover, the information obtained through forced spirit summoning is incomplete.
But that was enough for the Grand Elder.
Suddenly, blood rained down from the sky.
Immediately afterwards, one after another, the alluring flowers fell in the rain of blood.
Upon closer inspection, it's easy to see that each flower has a human face in its center.
They might cry, or they might laugh.