Chapter 88 The Holy Son's Amazing Chess Game
Chapter 88 The Holy Son's Amazing Chess Game
"Wait a minute!" Suddenly, two voices shouted from behind Tang Wulin.
The next moment, two figures appeared before Tang Wulin.
It turns out that just now, the team leader and the fifth member noticed the commotion and quietly ran back.
The older man said sternly, "Young man, although I'm not sure if you're actually a member of our Holy Spirit Cult..."
But this matter is of utmost importance, and to ensure you keep this a secret, we have no choice but to ask you to give your life.
Looking at the two figures, Tang Wulin reverted to his Holy Spirit Son personality after being covered by the source of destruction.
Looking at the two people with serious expressions, Tang Wulin said:
"Oh? You're also part of the Holy Spirit Cult? Whose men are you?"
Upon hearing that this person was indeed a member of the Holy Spirit Cult, the two became even more certain that this person might be a threat to them.
The two exchanged a glance, their spirit rings lit up, and they quickly launched an attack on Tang Wulin.
Tang Wulin frowned, and the next moment, like a ghost, he swept past the two of them and said:
"Hey, I expect you to answer my questions instead of just rambling like two headless flies."
But the two didn't answer at all and continued to pounce on Tang Wulin.
Tang Wulin snorted coldly, and the next moment, the golden dragon claw appeared.
This time, the Golden Dragon Claw was no longer just a single hand, but covered both hands, because it was enveloped by the source of destruction.
Therefore, the dragon claws were no longer golden, but instead displayed a flowing purple hue.
In the wind and snow, it appeared both eerie and alluring.
The next moment, before the two could react, Tang Wulin flashed and instantly appeared behind the fourth brother.
The Golden Dragon Claw, along with the Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear Soul Bone skill, was activated simultaneously.
With a snap, he crushed the fourth brother's head.
This instantly stunned everyone present.
Although in essence, Tang Wulin's attack primarily relied on the power of his battle armor.
And they underestimated the strength of Tang Wulin, a mere teenager, thus being caught off guard.
If I could do it again, I definitely couldn't do it to this extent.
But for a teenager to instantly defeat a five-ring bullseye sounds too exaggerated.
Seeing his fourth brother's body lying in the snow, the eldest brother nearly collapsed to the ground. He took two steps back.
Looking at Tang Wulin's pair of shattered golden dragon claws, he suddenly remembered something.
His body trembled as he raised his arm and pointed at Tang Wulin, saying:
You! You! You! It's you! It really is you?
Hearing these words, Tang Wulin tilted his head and said, "What do you mean? Do you know me?"
But hearing Tang Wulin's harmless tone,
To the eldest brother, it sounded like the devil's cruel joke.
He had already recognized the person before him by the dragon's claw.
Recalling his previous speculations, the terrifying Holy Son's astonishing scheme...
Recalling that fear, which was deeply controlled by an invisible hand from beginning to end,
Now, seeing this legendary being standing alive right before him again...
The wind and snow blew across the otherworldly, elegant cloak and robes, which, combined with those seemingly bewildered eyes, were actually as deep as an abyss.
Like a messenger of a demon god,
The eldest brother thought to himself in despair:
"So, His Highness the Holy Son already knew about our plan and was even waiting here beforehand."
Our every move was already under his control.
This time, we have lost completely, utterly and utterly.
Thinking of this, the eldest brother gave a weak, bitter smile:
"Your Highness, regardless of the circumstances, you are ultimately one step ahead."
No, it wasn't just a matter of being one move ahead; we lost the entire game.
As an ant manipulated at your whim, I ultimately could not escape the fate you ordained for us.
Since you've shown up here, you obviously don't want any of us to survive.
Therefore, we are truly sorry, but in order to survive, we had no choice but to fight to the death. Please don't blame us for our rudeness.
As he spoke, the elder brother's aura suddenly surged, ready to fight to the death at any moment.
His words were passionate and inspiring, but Tang Wulin was completely confused and asked with some doubt:
"Huh? You really think I'm going to kill you?"
Upon hearing this, the eldest brother instantly froze, all his imposing manner vanishing.
Taking two steps back, the older brother, his face covered in cold sweat, thought to himself:
"How is that possible? It's that same relaxed tone, like a casual question again."
How did he manage to remain so calm when facing a six-ring Soul Emperor and a five-ring Soul King fighting to the death?
So that's how it is! I should have realized it sooner! Your Highness is truly insightful!
I'm sure I've already thought about my current choice a long time ago.
His Highness the Holy Son has always been a master strategist, his plans meticulously crafted to the extreme.
Now that he dared to come in person, he must have already laid a trap around the area.
If I fight desperately, I will inevitably be caught in the end.
His Highness just used that tone to say he wouldn't kill me.
If Your Highness doesn't kill me, then...
The meaning behind those words was definitely to torture me and make me wish I were dead!
So relaxed and carefree, this isn't some equal struggle; it's clearly a cat-and-mouse game.
I have absolutely no chance.
Thinking of this, a hint of grievance and stubbornness suddenly appeared in the older brother's eyes.
He shouted, "I will not accept torture!"
The next moment, bang bang bang! Without warning, the older brother, to avoid further torture,
He unexpectedly revealed his martial spirit on the spot, and collapsed into the snow with dim eyes.
Seeing this, Tang Wulin was somewhat stunned.
Meanwhile, Huo Yuhao, inside the sea of consciousness, was utterly shocked.
Looking at the boy she had saved not long ago.
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