Chapter 2849 - 94: Life on the Stage

The statues floating in the sea of clouds are emotionless clay sculptures.

No matter what kind of Deity they originally were, in this Shenxiao World, they indeed only serve as vessels carrying Divine Power.

Xiong Sansi silently drew his sword, each stroke seeming to repeat the past.

In the Thousand Tribulations Cave where the Heavenly Sun is never seen, enduring day after day.

In the hostility-laden Purple Wu Hills, covered in black robes, face hidden by a black mask.

He had no friends; in fact, he had no enemies either.

The slaughter held no personal emotion; everything he did was for manipulation.

With the Three Evil Tribulation Monarch, there was an eternal enmity, which probably could never be avenged.

After all, after escaping the Thousand Tribulations Cave, he never even found a shadow of the Three Evil Tribulation Monarch.

And now it is finally clear that all his manipulations were illusions—the backbones he bought, the puppets he manipulated, the subordinates he intimidated, were all just a farcical drama from beginning to end.

The Three Evil Tribulation Monarch sat quietly below the stage, watching!

Watching how the roles in the play struggled to rise, plotted painstakingly, and, as Tiger Taisui, they watched with cold detachment and offered lofty advice.

Truly hateful.

Truly hateful...

The sea of clouds is magnificent, the statues floating.

The giant ape Divine Appearance standing there is as motionless as a mountainous backdrop.

This bone-armored battle blade, silent yet possessing tenacity, is truly like an old General on stage.

There was a time when he was young.

But those youthful emotions were compressed into days like trimmed potted green plants.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

The clash of swords and spears sounds like bells and gongs.

A great drama is starting.

At this moment, Lingxihua was in the midst of an intense battle, openly displaying his strength boldly for the first time, proudly fighting as a member of the Spirit Clan.

Whether the Three Evil Tribulation Monarch is Tiger Taisui, he did not care; he only knew that his current form was not a disaster, but an opportunity.

If he had not become a Spirit Clan body, how could he possess today’s power?

The Three Evil Tribulation Monarch promised him that once this Shenxiao game ends, the Spirit Clan would walk in the sunlight, standing firm between heaven and earth!

And he, as the first Spirit Clan in the world, would become the Spirit Ancestor, enjoying endless glory.

He wielded bone spikes as spears, his five fingers as daggers, continually clashing blades.

Amidst the clanging sounds, sparks flew.

Black mist from his left side instantly solidified into black armor, while white bone spikes crossed over from the right like clasps entwining him.

The right side was like a cage, the non-existent blood-colored chest muscles and waist muscles of Lingxihua half-hidden within.

He displayed an even stronger Fusion State, his angry eyes glaring, causing the sparks from the clashing blades to fall precisely on Xiong Sansi.

A point of red turned black, and in an instant, black flames surged, enveloping Xiong Sansi completely!

Xiong Sansi decisively swung his sword around, the blade edge brushing his body, astonishingly splitting the enclosing black flames with overwhelming Sword Force.

The black flames were highly corrosive, dissolving Divine Power in the cloud sea, producing sizzling sounds.

Though timely with his sword, his clothes and hair burned completely, and the mask on his face turned to black ash, drifting away.

If his body had not been already covered with bone armor, who knew how much flesh would remain!

Thus, all the present Demons saw his face, ugly as ravines and hills.

"Look! Look at your face!" Lingxihua shouted hysterically, "Demon, Devil, Human, which clan do you belong to?"

Bone spear thrust at his chest, collided with Xiong Sansi’s chest armor, forcing him back over a hundred meters into the cloud sea!

And as Xiong Sansi continued retreating, black flames rose again on his body. This fire once ignited, reignited endlessly, unable to extinguish!

"I..."

Xiong Sansi stomped a foot, stepping on the cloud sea, as if halting the vast earth, his backward flying figure abruptly stilled.

Endless ripples spread centered on him.

The god statues struck along the way seemed to divide on either side of the road, serving as his guard presence. The long Cloud Corridor seemed to become his path of honor, he did not seem blasted away, instead, as if returning.

Fire ignited on him.

On the white bone armor, blood-colored fire flared up!

The blood fire instantly expelled the black flames from his body.

His powerful figure stood among the forest of god statues.

His eyes lowered, his face in the bloody firelight, flickered between light and darkness. His hideous fearsome visage, comparable to the ugliest Devil.

At such a moment, he finally spoke: "At first, I did not know the Three Evil Tribulation Monarch was Tiger Taisui. To hide myself and survive in the Purple Wu Hills, I deliberately marred my vocal cords, slashed my face with a knife...yes, I know how I look now."

His voice, grating on the ears of the listeners, seemed like the whispers of a Demon.

"Now that I think about it, Tiger Taisui must have been very pleased every time he saw me strenuously disguised, right?"

"He had everything under control, never failing. While I desperately escaped the Thousand Tribulations Cave, by any means possible reaching the Purple Wu Hills, using all efforts to hide identity and exploit power, was merely another way for him to cultivate me."

"Now that I think about it, why the Purple Wu Hills became my choice, why the one in the adjacent Prison cell was that specific person, why we managed to find a chance to escape... It was all his manipulation behind the scenes."

"These years, it has all felt like a dream."

"The nightmare never awoke!"

His eyes looked over, deeper than blood, sharper than a knife: "Ken Xihua...or Lingxihua. Do you think you will be different? Will he give you dignity, and freedom?"

Black flames circled Lingxihua’s outline like flaming edges. In a flash, the remnant shadow vanished, reappearing high above and behind Xiong Sansi to the left, a spear thrust downward!