Chapter 6768
This World Doesn't Need You
An invisible yet incredibly powerful and suffocating pressure spread rapidly around the area like a surging tide, making the surrounding air heavy and requiring immense effort to breathe.
The moment their eyes met without warning, it was as if two invisible bolts of lightning collided violently in the air.
A faint yet clear popping sound suddenly rang out in the air, like firecrackers exploding next to your ears.
The leaves of the tall sycamore trees by the roadside, which had been still, suddenly began to move on their own without any wind, spinning and dancing wildly between the two of them, forming an invisible yet powerful vortex that seemed to want to devour everything around them.
"They look so alike."
"Although I don't know if you are the former God of War, since you have disappeared, don't come back."
"This world no longer needs you."
Mr. Jiang stood there quietly, looking at Xiao Chen with a calm gaze. His seemingly calm words carried a strong sense of threat, like a cold dagger aimed directly at Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen felt his Adam's apple bob involuntarily, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a mocking smile.
"I can not understand what you say."
"However, I must say something on behalf of the God of War: who do you think you are to threaten him?"
His voice was cold and chilling, like the howling north wind in the dead of winter, sending shivers down one's spine.
Upon hearing this, the man suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter. The laughter was so loud and unrestrained that it made the windows of nearby houses vibrate as if they were about to shatter at any moment.
Dust fell from the glass like a fine rain.
He said this while laughing.
"Speaking up for the God of War? You overestimate yourself."
"Whether you are the God of War or not, it's all the same. Even if the God of War came, he would be nothing more than an ant in front of me."
Before he finished speaking, the man's eyes instantly turned sharp, like two razor-sharp swords.
He suddenly lunged forward, his movements as fast as lightning, leaving no time for anyone to react.
At the same time, he flicked his sleeve, and three silver threads, like three venomous snakes, shot out from his sleeve, drawing three strange arcs in the air, carrying a sharp momentum, and aimed straight for Xiao Chen's throat.
The silver thread sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, like the call of death, moving at an extremely fast speed that caught people off guard.
Xiao Chen reacted with lightning speed. At the critical moment, he suddenly rolled to the side, his movements fluid and without the slightest hesitation.
The three silver threads brushed past his ears like ghosts, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, as if the Grim Reaper's scythe was swinging beside his ear.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp "sizzle" was heard as the silver thread slammed into the blue brick wall behind it, instantly leaving three deep, bone-revealing grooves on the wall. The edges of the grooves were neat and sharp, as if they had been cut by the sharpest sword.
The wall plaster fell like snowflakes, spreading under the dim light and forming a hazy mist.
Without hesitation, Xiao Chen leaped up with great force, his feet lightly touching the branches of the sycamore trees by the roadside, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Using the force of this surge, his body rose again, and his immortal power suddenly erupted, like a volcano about to erupt, containing boundless power.
A fine, dense aura emanated from the air, like countless tiny needles spreading outwards, carrying a sacred aura, as if it were the purifying light from heaven, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.
"Spiritual power or immortal power?!"
Upon seeing this, the man's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes filled with shock and fear.
His body staggered back three steps uncontrollably, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground.
An expression of disbelief crossed his face, his mouth slightly open but unable to utter a sound, as if he had been stunned by the sight before him. "This kid is actually a cultivator!"
He screamed in terror in his heart, and his previous arrogance vanished instantly.
"I only want to know one thing: why did you kill the God of War?"
"Who the hell are you!"
Xiao Chen's voice was icy and chilling, as if it came from the deepest hell, carrying endless coldness and anger.
A crimson hurricane swirled around him, like an angry dragon, shredding the surrounding leaves into dust, which then fluttered down in a flurry.
Spiderweb-like cracks began to appear on the bluestone slabs underfoot. The cracks spread rapidly in all directions like a huge net, as if the entire ground was about to be torn apart.
The man wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, which looked particularly glaring in the dim light.
A flicker of apprehension crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a sinister glint.
He gave a cold laugh and said.
"The God of War might ruin things, so he deserves to die."
"Oh, by the way, I know where your wife Jiang Meng is."
"As for my identity... you don't need to know, and you have no right to know."
His voice was deep and sinister, like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Chen's aura surged instantly, spreading outwards like a surging tide.
The temperature around me plummeted, as if I had instantly fallen from the sweltering summer heat into a freezing ice cellar.
Frost began to form on the ground, and the frost flowers spread at a visible speed, quickly covering a large area and turning the whole world into a silvery-white ice and snow world.
"You won't talk? Then I'll beat you until you do."
Xiao Chen's eyes gleamed with unwavering determination, like two burning flames.
He slowly pulled a cigarette from his pocket, his movements leisurely and composed, as if the enemy before him did not exist at all.
He put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and in the night, the cigarette butt flickered with a faint light, like a spark of hope.
He took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled a smoke ring, which diffused slowly in the air, exuding an indescribable air of nonchalance and dominance.
"Do it."
The man's lips curled into a sinister smile, a smile as sharp as the most piercing ice blade in the dead of winter, sending chills down one's spine.
As soon as he gave the order, the space behind him, which had been quiet, suddenly rippled with an eerie energy. Then, three figures darted out like ghosts.
One of them was the driver whose voice had been hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against a metal plate. Now, his eyes were fierce, and like the other two, he was surrounded by a dense azure aura. The aura was like a burning demonic fire, making their figures look particularly ferocious.
The three of them moved with lightning speed, taking two steps in three, and rushed towards Xiao Chen like arrows released from a bow.
They moved incredibly fast, leaving afterimages in the air.
The right fist, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, aimed straight for Xiao Chen's face. The fist carried immense power, seemingly capable of tearing the air apart. (End of Chapter)