The sudden theft of weapons left most of the law enforcers stunned.
Most of them were newcomers who had never encountered the ways of the divine, and they were even more unfamiliar with the divine ways from outside the Aurora Realm like the Thieving Divine Path. In the instant their weapons were stolen, they all froze in place.
Bang bang bang bang—
Consecutive gunshots rang out, and the law enforcers standing at the forefront fell like straws in the wind.
With the first volley of shots, over ten law enforcers were lost. Yan Xicai was startled and quickly grabbed a law enforcer to use as a shield, simultaneously ejecting a silver needle from the side of his right-hand ring and stabbing it into the law enforcer who had been shot to pieces.
As the law enforcer's flesh and blood were rapidly consumed, the red gem on the surface of the ring lit up, and a mysterious force emanated from Yan Xicai's palm.
"Compress!"
Yan Xicai casually threw the drained law enforcer aside and clenched his right hand in the air amidst the hail of bullets.
In the next moment, the guns stolen by the seven Fire Tamperers were ruthlessly mangled by an invisible giant hand. The straight barrels curled up, bullets exploded within the chambers, and their palms were injured in the backlash!
"A sacrificial artifact?" Upon seeing this, Number 8's eyes flashed with a glint of light, and he raised his right hand to seize Yan Xicai.
Just as he was about to steal Yan Xicai's sacrificial artifact, Pu Wen stepped forward, pinched a sheet of rice paper from his sleeve, and pointed it at the seven in the air.
On the surface of the rice paper, a bold and vigorous black character appeared—
[ Immobilize ].
As the character "immobilize" faded on the paper, the seven Fire Tamperers simultaneously froze, as if their bodies had turned into stone sculptures, momentarily stiffening in place.
The Book Divine Path, First Stage—[ Seal Character ].
Seeing this, Number 8's heart sank. He didn't expect Pu Wen to have truly mastered the Book Divine Path... How did he get this spot to enter the Ancient Relic of the Weapon Path? Wasn't Yan Xicai blatantly cheating by bringing him along?
In the blink of an eye, a beam of blade light slashed out from the darkness, cutting across the neck of one immobilized Fire Tamperer like a crescent moon!
The black-clad Lu Xuanming halted, his straight blade already stained with blood. At the same time, a large head rolled off the Fire Tamperer behind him...
Seven Fire Tamperers, one down.
"Quick, let's go!" Lu Xuanming had killed one but did not continue attacking. Instead, he swiftly rushed into the depths of the ancient relic, saying, "We can't beat them! Split up and run!!"
This sentence also woke up the other law enforcers, and they turned around and scattered in all directions without hesitation.
Although there were over seventy of them, they lost over ten in just one encounter with the Fire Tamperers. Thanks to Yan Xicai's sacrificial artifact, Pu Wen's Book Divine Path, and Lu Xuanming's sudden attack, they managed to take down one Fire Tamperer. But once the other Fire Tamperers broke free from the [ Immobilize ] character, they could easily turn and kill all of them!
A second later, Number 8 was the first to break free from the [ Immobilize ] character. He looked at the crowd fleeing into the ancient relic in different directions with a stern gaze. After hesitating for a long time, he did not choose to pursue them.
"Damn it! Number 14 got his head chopped off!" The other Fire Tamperers regained their mobility and saw their companion's separated body and head nearby, their faces turning extremely ugly.
"We underestimated them too much," Number 8 said slowly. "Yan Xicai, Lu Xuanming, and Pu Wen are all influential young individuals in Aurora City... How could they enter the Ancient Relic of the Weapon Path without any means of self-defense?"
"It's mainly because of Pu Wen," Zhong Yaoguang said through gritted teeth. "If it weren't for his Book Divine Path, we could have instantly stolen Yan Xicai's sacrificial artifact and Lu Xuanming's blade... The next time we meet, we must kill them!"
"Number 8, aren't we going to pursue them?"
"Don't forget our objective. Everything is focused on stealing the foundation of the Weapon Divine Path," Number 8 said with a cold smile, looking at the direction where everyone had fled.
"As for them... Even if they survive for 24 hours until the ancient relic reopens, what then? Waiting for them outside won't be those three law enforcers from Aurora City... It will be a Thieving Saint."
The other arsonists, imagining that scene, couldn't help but smile, feeling reassured at once... With a thief saint backing them up outside, what were they afraid of?
"Yeah, let them run around for a while longer."
"This No. 13 is really puzzling... Who is he exactly?"
"Who cares? A dead man, what trouble can he stir up?"
"I just feel that everything is strange..."
"Alright, don't think too much. Now, everything is focused on stealing the foundation of the God of War's Path."
The six arsonists turned and left the cliff, heading straight into the depths of the ancient treasury of the God of War's Path, and soon disappeared at the end of the horizon.
After an unknown period of time,
A bloody palm slowly clawed its way up the edge of the cliff.
The whining cold wind at the bottom of the cliff sounded like ghosts crying, and a figure draped in a bright red theatrical robe climbed out of the abyss...
Chen Yifei spat out a bullet casing from his mouth. His pierced head was repairing at a visible speed. His gaze swept across the bloody corpses on the ground, as if counting something.
"One, two, three... twelve, thirteen."
"Thirteen are dead, and sixty-four are left... The fighting isn't intense enough."
[Complete a performance with at least fifty participants and ensure that no one survives after the performance].
This was the goal of the performance left by the Twisted God's Path for Chen Yifei.
That meant he had to ensure that everyone died here within 24 hours... If he had to kill the remaining seventy-seven people alone, it would undoubtedly be extremely difficult. Because among them were seven arsonists who had formed a clique, Yan Xicai who held a sacrificial artifact and was surrounded by many enforcers, Pu Wen who possessed the God of Writing's Path, and Lu Xuanming whose combat power was unknown.
The good news was that the God's Path only required "no one to survive" and did not require Chen Yifei to kill everyone himself... So Chen Yifei personally directed this "script".
Using his own death as bait, he drew fire onto the other arsonists. During the fighting between the two sides, he could not only cause casualties without bloodshed but also use this opportunity to escape from everyone's sight and manipulate everything from the shadows...
[Audience Expectation +8]
[Current Expectation: 35%]
On the dim edge of the cliff, blood stained the earth crimson.
Chen Yifei, draped in a bright red theatrical robe, slowly crouched down. His fingertips touched his lips and then pressed onto the bloody ground... Like an actor who was about to start a performance, kissing the stage.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, as if completing some kind of ritual, muttering to himself:
"The performance... begins."