Chapter 992: The Soul Flaying Clown

“You’re determined not to interfere with the matter between [Chaos] and [Order]?” Gu Qing Shan asked.

[Indeed] the War God UI replied.

“But if [Chaos] sweeps through the world, everything would collapse, countless people would be killed one after another, just like the [Demon King Order]” Gu Qing Shan said.

[That is true] the War God UI agreed.

But it didn’t say anything else.

Even after he waited for a while, the War God UI still remained silent.

Gu Qing Shan couldn’t help but think back.

Even when the [Demon King Order] had been in existence for countless years, the War God UI hadn’t said a word about it.

So, when its equivalent, [Chaos], comes into the picture, the War God UI would naturally not have anything to say about it either.

“Listen, now that every world is under the influence of [Chaos], countless living beings will lose their lives” Gu Qing Shan said in a low voice.

The War God UI responded: [Chaos has descended, it has embraced every living being and brought them considerable power—— but it has always been the living beings themselves that truly used Chaos to kill]

Gu Qing Shan was surprised.

The War God UI continued: [Regardless if they are Chaos or Order, they do not have control over everything, the ones truly in control are the hearts of living beings]

[Even a God in the truest meaning of the word would not be able to prevent the hearts from giving birth to good or evil with respect to living beings, this is the power and terror of a living being’s obsession]

Gu Qing Shan fell silent.

Indeed.

[Chaos] is like a weapon.

And so is [Order].

The ones truly in control have always been the ones wielding them.

The carriers of [Chaos] below, as they kill and spread [Chaos]; all they are doing is following the desires within their hearts.

No wonder the War God UI is maintaining a neutral stance on this.

“You’re right, but I can’t just ignore it all” Gu Qing Shan sighed.

The War God UI replied: [You can simply act as you see fit. Because you are also a part of these ‘living beings’]

Gu Qing Shan lightly nodded.

He was about to summon his flying swords but heard an annoyed scoff from next to him.

“How irritating to see” Zhang Ying Hao said.

“Calm yourself. This is simply how [Chaos] is, the meaning of its existence is to thoroughly release the deepest desires within the people’s hearts” Boss casually told him.

“How convenient, I just happened to feel the need to release my own”

Zhang Ying Hao took out two Cards, turned them into daggers, and wielded them.

But someone stopped him.

“Let me do it, ever since I’ve arrived at the 900 million World Layers, I still haven’t seen such a thing before” Ye Fei Li said.

“You’re currently the Duke of the Bramble Bird Kingdom, you can’t let your face be seen” Zhang Ying Hao argued.

“Then what about you?” Ye Fei Li didn’t relent.

“I’m a hitman, I have many ways to obscure my visage” Zhang Ying Hao replied.

“So do I” Ye Fei Li said.

Following that declaration, an intense crimson glow descended on the airship.

Ye Fei Li didn’t wait for Zhang Ying Hao to say anything else. He had spread his crimson wings and leapt out towards the sky to descend upon the masses of people below.

A deep crater was created from the impact of his descent.

Ye Fei Li was kneeling on one knee inside the crater. Taking out a mask from his chest, he wore it.

This was an extremely realistic metal mask.

Its eyes were blank, its face was drooping, it had a long beak-like nose, along with a stiff smile on its face.

The face depicted on the mask seemed to be displaying a flattering smile.

But as one took a closer look, they would find that it was actually smirking in disdain towards something instead.

——the Murder Clown mask.

As Ye Fei Li donned his mask, he hummed a catchy folk song while staggering out from the crater.

“Ah? Why do I get the feeling he’s no longer the same person from before?” as Boss observed this from the deck of the ship, he asked with considerable interest.

Gu Qing Shan and Zhang Ying Hao exchanged glances.

“He’s a very talented impromptu method actor” Zhang Ying Hao replied.

As the clown took light steps on the streets, he suddenly pulled a corpse from the ground and carefully looked at it.

[Hm, a very handsome uncle you are]

While saying that, a khopesh had already appeared in his hand.

One of the three Divine Armaments of Huang Quan, the Forgetting River Soul Flaying Hook.

As he hung the corpse onto the hook, the hook stood upright and completely still.

The clown then bowed to the corpse and sincerely asked: [You’ll help me, and I’ll help you. We’re going to be good friends, what do you say?]

The corpse didn’t answer.

The clown reached his hand out to hold onto the corpse’s head and made it nod towards him.

The clown changed his tone and replied: [Very good! We’re going to be very good friends!]

After he was done, the clown happily clapped his hand in joy.

The clown then clumsily climbed onto the corpse.

Standing on top of the corpse’s head, he cupped his hand and looked around.

[Ding Ding Ding! You filthy scums who hurt people as you please, I truly love you all]

[Just look, to make things more comfortable, I even wore a mask for you]

While the clown mumbled nonsense, he suddenly shouted out loud:

[What an exhilarating wave of murder!!!]

The clown crouched down, flipped his khopesh around to put it down at the corpse’s feet, and spoke with a hysterical voice: [Since you’re my good friend, I’ll grant you one wish before anyone else’s]

The khopesh was slightly pulled upwards.

An invisible, warped mass of air emerged from the corpse, then was released by the khopesh to form the visage of a man.

The man looked exactly like the man below the clown’s feet.

His eyes were bleeding, his expression filled with nothing but anger, constantly informing the clown about something.

The clown put his hand up to his ear and appeared to be sincerely listening.

Something unimaginable happened!

As if he could actually hear what the man had to say, the clown nodded over and over.

[Ah, so you were killed, your wife and daughters were taken away by other people? Tsk tsk tsk, what an exciting show we have tonight]

Still sitting crouched on the corpse’s head, the clown put the khopesh on his shoulder.

[Ready?]

The khopesh vibrated slightly.

The clown put up two fingers against his mouth, took a deep breath, then blew.

FWEET—————-!

The shockwaves spread.

The mass of people around him suddenly froze and turned completely still.

The shrill sound of the whistle continued spreading and encompassed the entire city.

In no time at all, every person in the entire city was frozen completely still, unable to move a muscle.

Gu Qing Shan was impressed: “How excellent”

Zhang Ying Hao covered his ears and scowled: “What happened? Why did all those people fall unconscious?”

Gu Qing Shan explained: “The God’s Chosen Skill that Ye Fei Li first awakened was [Harken], I assume this ability has now evolved to a very high degree where he’s able to borrow the Forgetting River Soul Flaying Hook to perform a Sound-based attack that forced the souls of these people out from their bodies”

Zhang Ying Hao was surprised: “So that’s what happened. Seems like he’s gotten quite a bit of inspiration from being around dead souls every day”

Boss also chuckled and commented: “That was an excellent performance indeed, seemingly derived on the basis of a Time-based technique——– although the nature is completely different, the results turned out to be very similar, what an interesting idea”

In the city below the airship.

The Murder Clown climbed down from the corpse’s head and informed the soul of the man: [Go, lead me to where it happened]

The soul nodded and brought the clown towards a back alley.

Here, a man had backed several women into the corner with a dagger in his hand, his mouth wide opened as if shouting something.

The man’s eyes were clouded over with a vicious light of lust, but he was completely frozen in place.

The clown walked forward and waved his hand in front of the man.

[Ehahaha, how cute, he can’t see me at all]

The clown joked with the soul of the man next to him.

The man’s soul hurriedly said something to the clown, constantly making a gesture as if prostrating himself.

The clown shook his head and sighed: [I can save your wife and daughters, but I won’t be doing something so boring like murder]

The clown continued humming his folk song, took the dagger from the stationary man’s hand, and offered it to the soul.

The soul was in complete disbelief.

After he died, he was supposed to be unable to touch anything from the living world.

But now he seemed fully capable of wielding the dagger.

The clown approached the soul’s ear and muttered in a low voice: [A debt of blood will be paid in blood]

The soul looked down at the dagger in his hand, then again at the frozen man, uttering a silent scream, he madly dashed forward.

Blood spilled.

The clown turned around.

He looked at the multitudes of souls that followed him from behind and put a finger up against his mouth.

Originally, those souls were trying to beg him, but as they saw this gesture, they all went completely silent.

All of a sudden, the clown shouted:

[The park is closing, only three more minutes to enjoy yourselves to your heart’s content!]

The souls immediately scattered.

This would be their only chance at revenge after their deaths.

The souls madly charged towards the carriers of [Chaos].

Another wave of killing began.

However, this time it wasn’t due to the influence of [Chaos], but revenge.

A debt of blood must be paid by blood!

All of a sudden, a thunderous painful roar resounded: “Damn it, whose illusory technique is this——– you garbage dare to touch this great one, die!”

The Murder Clown turned his head and was about to dash towards where the sound was coming from.

This technique of his was powerful, but his own strength was lacking.

Some particularly powerful entities as well as those who were naturally born immune to his technique had already begun to wake up in this world.

However, before the Murder Clown even moved, several sword phantoms appeared in the sky.

The thunderous roar vanished.

The Murder Clown looked up at the sky and waved.

[What fun it is to have support!]

The clown laughed.

He simply ignored the ones who were too powerful for him, happily clapped his hand with the beat while humming a catchy folk song, dancing around the scattered corpses and flowing blood.

Occasionally, he would run into carriers of [Chaos] that the souls simply couldn’t kill, so he walked up and carefully shaved their heads off their bodies with his khopesh.

Three minutes.

It was over very fast.

Those who were still alive returned to normal.

The mother and children who were forced into the corner of the back alley yelled out in despair, but suddenly found their assailant collapsed on the ground in front of them.

The assailant was bloodied all over, his body slashed up to an almost unrecognizable degree, sprawling on the ground, completely dead.

A single soul stood in front of the assailant’s corpse.

He smiled at his wife and daughters, then slowly faded away.

The dagger fell with a clang to the ground.

Thanks to the clown’s ability, he managed to protect them one last time.