"Leader, I used the First Scale on him. Help, help me take revenge." Viper Scale tightly grasped the lapel of a black-clothed man. He tightened his body and used the last of his strength to say these words. Then, he suddenly gasped for a few times and died in the arms of that black-clothed man.
It was not easy for him to last until now. His body was covered in burn marks from the lightning, cuts from the wind blades, and all sorts of claw marks and bite marks.
However, the reason why he was able to last until now was because the Python Squad had sacrificed three members: Tongue, Fang, and Bone.
Out of the seven members of the Viper team, only three were left.
Leader put Scale's body down and looked at the ravaged valley. The five demon ape bodies should not be wasted, so he had to bring them back. Could it make up for anything?
No!
The only thing that could make up for it was Tang Ling's body.
The Stardust Council had suffered a great loss in this battle. The only consolation was that the First Scale of the Viper Scale had landed on Tang Ling.
**
It had been a night of intense battle.
The six villages of the grasslands were cleaning up the remains of the battlefield.
So was the Stardust Council.
Tang Long was sitting quietly on a single chair on the rooftop of the three-story building in the base, watching the sky slowly brighten up.
It was a strange process.
From pitch-black, a trace of white appeared at the edge. Then, that trace of white dyed the sky, and the sky slowly turned ink-black. Then, this layer of ink-black became lighter and lighter, and the sky became white.
The pale red morning sun began to appear. It dyed the sky, turning it into a heart-piercing blue.
Tang Long loved the process of daybreak.
The process would enlighten the soul, allowing one's heart to move from darkness to light and hope.
"Young Master Long, it's morning. We should head to the temple," Li Wu reminded Tang Long as he stood beside him.
In fact, he was extremely nervous. Everyone had heard the battle report very clearly.
167 of them were dead. 4 of the Purple Moon Warriors and 4 of the Python Squad were dead.
Aside from the miracles that Tang Ling had created, Tang Long did not care because he was the creator of miracles. Even in a place like the True Capital, his reputation was like the rising sun. He was the only rising sun that no one could ignore.
She was just waiting for him to shine brightly one day.
The key was that Tang Long had lost the battle. Even though he had the advantage of geographical information, he still lost the battle.
There is no excuse for this.
After all, Tang Ling was alone while Tang Long possessed terrifying powers.
In terms of advantages, Tang Long's was probably even stronger.
"I can do better, can't I?" Tang Long picked up the cup beside him and took a sip of water.
He had lived a disciplined life for 17 years. Unless there were special circumstances, he would only drink plain water. He was the kind of person that others said was a genius, and he was even more hardworking than you.
Li Wu did not dare to speak.
As a matter of fact, he did not understand the fight between Tang Long and Tang Ling at all. He only realized how shocking the fight was after the fact.
The two of them were fighting on a strategic level.
"I can actually do better." Tang Long stood up. He did not expect the group of stupid people around him to answer him.
"Young Master Long, you have a call." Someone came up to the rooftop and handed Tang Long a communication device.
Tang Long took it silently.
"Tang Long, it's time for you to face your failure." A heavy and intimidating voice came from the other end of the phone.
Who is it? It's the supreme president of the Stardust Council, Tang Long's godfather.
"Mm-hmm, I know." The wind fluttered Tang Long's black hair. After a tiring night, his eyes were bloodshot.
"I really hope you know what kind of attitude you should have in the face of failure."
"Don't be extreme. Don't be stubborn. Just treat it as motivation.
You have to be true to your words. " The president went silent for a while before he said, "Sometimes, information is very powerful. You've done well."
Tang Long remained silent. If he did not make the mistake at the beginning, Tang Ling would not have been able to turn his information into the final advantage.
His godfather was probably comforting him.
"It's fine. He's that person's son after all. If he's that easy to defeat, you'll have one less opponent to sharpen your skills.
On your path forward, you should thank your opponent the most. I hope you can understand. "After saying this, the president hung up the call.
Tang Long squeezed the communication device and smiled bitterly. That person's son? Wasn't he also that person's son?
He was even raised with the best resources and the best conditions since he was young. He was that person's son!
No one would understand the most shameful wound in his heart.
Of course, he would never tell anyone about this ugly wound and how laughable it was.
He, Tang Long, had always been the neglected son!
"The first scale of the Viper Scale has landed on Tang Ling. You don't need me to tell you what to do next, do you?" Tang Long stood up and put on his white uniform.
"Let's go to the temple," he said softly before he went downstairs.
**
The world news blew up again that day.
There was no need to hide it. With so many people participating in the mission, including the people from the six villages of the grassland, the news spread as fast as it could.
"Tang Ling appears, kills the wolf king, fights the council, breaks out of the encirclement alone, and Tang Feng reappears?"
"The path of escape? The path of glory? The legend continues. "
"The son of heaven, Tang Long, is defeated. The son of legend, Tang Ling, rises."
One had to admire the intelligence personnel in this world. They were not the reporters of the old civilization because there were not many trivial matters in this world, nor was there any entertainment news.
The biggest gathering point of the world was the powerhouses. What happened to them was not news but information.
Regardless of what it was called, the intelligence personnel were always able to sniff out the scent of important information at the first moment. They would then spread the news in the form of newspapers, causing another uproar in the world.
The first time Tang Ling made his appearance, people were only looking forward to it.
This time, Tang Ling's performance made a lot of people realize that he was Tang Feng's son. There was no need to look forward to him. All they had to do was wait for him to grow and shine brightly.
The newspapers spread to all the major factions in the world. Although it could not reach the faraway places like the Raqir Plains and the outer city of Safety Sector No. 17, most people still received the news.
Most people who should have received the news did.
Tang Ling was already on his path of glory, so how should the others walk their own paths?
**
Holy Tree City.
It was known as the most beautiful safety city in the world and also the strangest one at the same time.
Because you can never find another city, the whole city built on a tree.
There wouldn't be any war here.
No one could bear the crime of destroying the most sacred property of mankind.
Indeed, the tree was gigantic. Its crown alone occupied an area of more than 200 square kilometers. It was the treasure of mankind, so who would dare to fight and destroy such a mysterious and mighty tree?
There were many secrets and riddles about this giant tree.
Be it the secrets or the puzzles, they were all in the hands of the best scientists in the world.
Therefore, many people guessed that Holy Tree City was a safe city controlled by scientists at this time.
It was a group of peace-loving scientists who devoted themselves to scientific research that controlled the city together.
Of course, only they could occupy Holy Tree City in a reasonable manner and make all the factions acknowledge it as a city of peace.
Other than the scientists, even if a powerful faction like the Stardust Council took control of Holy Tree City, the people would not be convinced.
It had been a decade since Han Ze came to Holy Tree City.
Ten years on him would only make him go through the vicissitudes of life and wear down his fighting spirit.
Although his time had calmed down, it did not mean he could let go of his memories.
Looking out from the window of the treehouse, Han Ze could see far into the distance since he lived in the middle section of Holy Tree City.
The vast Green Peak, the majestic Huatai Peak, and the meandering Imperial River were like a dragon brimming with life, flowing through the mountains.
The wind blew the giant leaves, causing them to rustle loudly. It was like the pleasant waves of his youth in his memories.
Han Ze closed his eyes. He did not want to look at his white hair on the glass cabinet anymore.
I'm getting old. When did my black hair start to grow white hair? With that in mind, Han Ze could not help but touch the newspaper on the table and let out a sigh.
"Dad! Aren't you going to the Fruit Festival today? "A young boy barged into Han Ze's room in a hurry.
Han Ze opened his eyes and saw his youngest son, Han Xing.
In the blink of an eye, this little guy was also 16 years old?
"Old Han, do you believe that I can read faces?" Tang Feng smiled wickedly. As he spoke, he carried Han Xing in his arms.
"I don't believe it. Give my son back to me." Han Ze was very nervous. Tang Feng had no morals. His son was only two years old, and Tang Feng actually carried him out to the streets.
He pointed at the women walking by and taught, "Little Han Xing, when you want to see which aunties are better, look at their legs first."
"Legs, legs, legs."
"Yes, legs have to be long and straight. If they can be white, then they are a good aunties."
"Hehe, hehe, good aunties." Han Xing pointed at a woman and said.
"Oh, genius! This kid is a genius. He actually knows that a woman wearing black stockings is a good aunty! "Tang Feng hugged Han Xing and kissed him hard. He rubbed his hair hard." Genius! "
Han Ze felt like his heart was breaking! He felt that his youngest son would be led astray by Tang Feng from a young age.
Therefore, when Tang Feng wanted to take his son away again, he was unwilling.
"Don't take him away! This time, I'm going to teach him a set of sword skills, a set of outstanding sword skills that only he knows in the whole world!"
"I've told you, I can read fortunes! He will be the world's number one swordsman, and he will fight side by side with my little Tang Ling, but when it comes to swords, my little Tang Ling is no match for him. "
"Hey, go away! I'm not bullshitting you. No matter what, he is still one of the top three on my list of seeds. What's wrong with me personally training him?
Give me my son! He is only two years old! What the hell are you going to teach him?! "
The memories shattered before Han Ze's eyes, and he was a little lost in thought.
"Dad?" Han Xing walked in front of Han Ze and climbed onto his desk. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Han Ze's eyes. Suddenly, he lunged forward and rushed behind Han Ze.
Han Ze's eyes suddenly shone. He grabbed a pen from the desk and stabbed it at Han Xing's eyes from a tricky angle.
Han Xing turned his body sideways and grabbed a wooden sword with his left hand.
Clang! The wooden sword and the pen clashed. Both father and son's faces changed at the same time. Clang! Clang! Clang! In less than 10 seconds, they had stabbed each other more than 50 times.
In the end, Han Ze's pen was pressed against Han Xing's chest. Han Xing scratched his head in frustration and pouted. "I'm done."
Han Ze threw down the pen in his hand and said indifferently, "You want my armor?"
Han Xing replied without a care, "If it weren't for my sword skills, you would have lost a long time ago."
Han Ze was quiet. He thought of that man again. What kind of sword skills did he teach his son?
Han Xing, on the other hand, was staring at the armor behind the desk with envy. It was a green uniform with a vigorous, dark dragon embroidered on the back.
He was the only one who knew how powerful this armor was!
He had been eyeing it for a long time.
"That sword skill of yours? Do you still remember who taught you? "Han Ze asked faintly as he folded the newspaper.
"What? Who taught me? I don't remember. I'm a genius. It's a sword skill that was branded in my brain when I was born, "Han Xing replied nonchalantly.
Suddenly, he noticed the newspaper in Han Ze's hand and grabbed it.
"The Path of Glory? Tang Ling? Why is it this kid again? Why is he always on the news whenever he does something? "Han Xing was unconvinced.
"You want to be on the news too? Can you do what he did? "Han Ze glanced at his son.
"I don't know." Han Ze scratched his head and smiled. "I just want to be on the news. Once I'm on the news, a lot of girls will notice me. Look at Alice, Xiao Jing, Dun Zi in the city. Sigh, there are a lot of girls in the city. Would they dare to ignore me?"
Han Ze's face immediately turned red. It seemed like things like subconscious memories were really stubborn. Or was his son a pervert to begin with?
With that in mind, he grabbed the pen holder on the desk and threw it at Han Xing. "F * ck off!"
**
"Stop! Stop it!" The world exploded again because of Tang Ling.
However, where was Tang Ling? He was hiding in a cold and slightly damp cave.
He curled up and punched the walls of the cave again and again.
In five minutes, the whole cave wall had a metallic luster because of his punches. It was a phenomenon that only appeared when the soil was infinitely tightened.
Upon a closer look, a blue, twisting mark that looked like a little snake appeared on Tang Ling's back.
It was wriggling and spreading, and each time it twisted, it brought immense pain to Tang Ling.
The pain was worse than eating vicious beast meat. At the same time, it was extremely cold and chilling to the bone as if it was trying to freeze every inch of his flesh and blood.
Beside Tang Ling was a dagger with blood dripping from his back. It seemed like he had tried to use the dagger to pry out the strange blue mark, but it was useless.
All he did was endure it. His face was pale from the cold.
Even Young Master Long did not lose that badly in the duel!
"Argh!" In the deeper part of the cave, Tang Ling let out an uncontrollable growl.
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