The "it's you" was not loud at all, so only the people on the stage could hear it.
However, at that very moment, her heart skipped a beat, and it was so intense that it almost suffocated her.
She knew Tang Ling very well. She had seen him face death, his enemies, his friends, his elders, and everyone else.
Maybe Tang Ling hid his feelings very well.
Regardless, she felt a sense of sincerity from him.
The sincerity came from positive emotions like affection, closeness, and admiration. Negative emotions like anger, disgust, and disdain were also sincere.
Tang Ling was so real, but Ro Xin had never felt hatred from him before.
The "it's you" was definitely Tang Ling's voice.
However, the towering hatred was also very real. Her heart clenched.
She was sensitive, but Ro Li was dumb.
When Tang Ling said "it's you", Ro Li did not feel anything. He only thought that Tang Ling had recognized someone familiar.
He did not care. He even leaned on Han Xing's shoulder with one hand and said something with a joyful expression.
However, Ro Li had forgotten that his talent was even more mysterious than Precise Instinct. It was something called the soul talent.
Ro Li was much more sensitive to other people's emotions than Tang Ling.
In the next moment, Ro Li's body shuddered. He looked at Han Xing and said, "I don't feel right."
Han Xing didn't tease Ro Li about this sudden and inexplicable remark. He didn't even ask about it.
He slowly raised his hand and touched his neck.
Goosebumps rose all over his body. Why did Tang Ling's "it's you" trigger goosebumps all over his body?!
"The hatred is overwhelming." Ro Li straightened his body and looked at Tang Ling. What was it that made Tang Ling like that?
However, he was too lazy to think about it.
He had been through life and death with Tang Ling, so no matter what Tang Ling hated, they were on the same side.
Han Xing's gaze also landed on Tang Ling.
As a matter of fact, Han Xing never doubted his sensitivity. If a swordsman was not sensitive, why would he even practice?
When Ro Li uttered the words "it's you", Han Xing knew he was right. Tang Ling's hatred was overwhelming.
"Brother, who do you hate now?" Han Xing muttered to himself. He took down the sword that was originally resting on his shoulder and gripped it tightly in his hand.
Who said that she had already chosen and decided to follow him? If he didn't draw his sword at the critical moment, what kind of bullsh * t was he?!
At this moment, the joy in the field reached its peak.
Look, the Twin Prides have appeared.
Tang Ling stood at the front while the noble Tang Long walked towards him.
All the geniuses stood on the stage.
The thunderous applause, cheers, and screams were all heartfelt excitement.
The brightest lights had been lit up and gathered on the stage. It was these youths who had shown the world a miracle.
In the end, would they take a group photo like the old civilization? And then truly become a historical moment?
People were waiting, and the atmosphere climbed from one peak to another.
In such a glorious moment, amidst the passionate cheers, Tang Ling was still the main character.
However, Tang Ling did not feel any glory of being the main character. He could not even feel the atmosphere of the scene anymore.
What call? What glory? Everything shattered before his eyes.
In his eyes, there was only that stormy night, the white gleam of the blade, the splashing blood, and the familiar red lives that disappeared one after another.
His life was turned upside down on that rainy night.
However, it did not matter how it was turned upside down. Why did they take away his family?!
"As long as you're alive, there's hope …" Cold hatred rumbled in Tang Ling's heart. He was a little absent-minded as his grandmother's last sentence echoed repeatedly in his mind. It was an incomplete sentence.
His hand seemed to still be warm at that moment. It was the warmth of his grandmother's rough palm.
Then, the warmth suddenly disappeared from his hand.
His grandmother pushed him away and used her body to stall the zombie without hesitation.
At that moment, he did not even turn around because he would lose the courage to move forward if he did. He had to move forward because he was carrying his little sister in his arms. She had to live.
It hurts! Tang Ling furrowed his brows. He turned around absent-mindedly and walked towards a certain direction.
The other geniuses around him automatically backed off. Their gazes at Tang Ling were filled with admiration and smiles.
Was it someone Tang Ling knew? Who was it?
Tang Ling could not return a smile to the geniuses. He did not even need a friendly gaze.
The memories never went away. It was like the pain was compressed in a corner. When it rose again, it could still inflict a thousand wounds on a person.
It could not be helped. He had never overcome the pain and he did not want to.
Why? Because he could not turn back when his grandmother was bitten cruelly. All he could do was move forward. Unfortunately, he did not manage to protect his little sister in the end.
Since he was so useless, what right did he have to overcome the pain?
One step, two steps … Tang Ling was still moving forward in a daze.
However, his memories were still stuck in that night! He could not forget the despair when his arms were empty and he lost his little sister.
Even though it had been a year since then, Tang Ling still felt cold and shivering as if he had fallen into the abyss.
"Brother … Brother …" His little sister popped her head out from the pile of zombies and looked at him.
That was her last call!
What was that look in her eyes? It was empty, numb, and there was a trace of longing for him in the end.
The coldness in his heart stimulated his chest to the point of burning. The little seed that was sleeping in his heart seemed to have sensed its father's emotions and was struggling to wake up.
Just like that night, it had woken up when Tang Ling broke down.
Unfortunately, the little seed was in a critical moment, so it could not wake up. Its struggles only made Tang Ling's heart ache.
He reached out and placed his hand on his chest.
The warmth of his palm comforted the little seed. 'I've lost too much. Don't wake up. I'm afraid of losing you. I'm afraid of losing you too.
So, let me deal with it myself. '
The little seed quietened down as if it knew that its father would only be at ease if it was quiet.
Tang Ling's eyes slowly cleared up from the blurry pain.
A trickle of blood trickled out from the corner of his mouth.
It felt good. He could spit out the hot blood that blocked his heart and the blood that seeped out from his clenched teeth.
Then, he looked at the person in front of him with a clear gaze.
The black mantle, the few strands of silver hair, the chin, the skin tone, the physique … Tang Ling's Precise Instinct overlapped everything.
There was no mistaking it.
Tang Ling smiled with blood between his teeth.
"Tang Ling, are you hurt?" It was Xi Feng who asked. Tang Ling did not know her, but she had known him for a long time.
Tang Ling's current state scared Xi Feng, but how could she allow herself to be afraid? She wanted to talk to Tang Ling to prove that she could overcome her fear.
Unfortunately, Tang Ling ignored her.
Tang Ling's eyes were glued to the black-robed young man. The young man was Draconic Twelve.
"You know me?" Everyone felt that something was not right, let alone Draconic Twelve, who was being stared at by Tang Ling.
He pulled down his cloak and revealed his face.
He had amber eyes, delicate facial features, and a warm and peaceful smile. Even though Tang Ling was not on good terms with the Stardust Council and the council had issued an arrest warrant for him in the world, Draconic Twelve still had many grudges against him.
On top of that, Tang Ling and Tang Long had too many grudges.
However, Draconic Twelve was still polite and friendly, giving people a good impression of him.
"Yeah, I know you." Tang Ling continued to walk towards Draconic Twelve.
Draconic Twelve tilted his head, looking annoyed and confused at the same time. "I know you, but I've never seen you before."
He moved his hand and something slid out from the sleeve of his black mantle. It was an instrument that looked like a flute but was not exactly a flute.
He held the instrument in his hand and spun it around. It was a very normal movement.
He even had a smile on his face. It might look like a friendly smile to others, but Tang Ling understood everything.
However, Tang Ling understood everything. The fire in his eyes was instantly ignited.
The crowd was still cheering.
Tang Ling drew the Blood Bulrush Sword.
The applause was thunderous.
Tang Ling swung the sword at Draconic Twelve like a tornado! Sword intent! He used his sword intent right from the start.
It was a killing intent!
"F * ck!" The young men around Draconic Twelve reacted quickly and dodged the attack like a receding tide. Some of them even cursed at the sudden change of events.
The sword intent was not aimed at them, so it was easy for them to dodge it.
What about Draconic Twelve? He dodged it with all his might, but he was no match for Tang Ling.
Tang Ling's Blood Bulrush Sword grazed the right side of Draconic Twelve's chest, leaving a deep wound.
Blood splattered and the wound was so deep that the bone was exposed. It went from the right side of his collarbone to the left side of his abdomen.
It seemed like a powerful slash, but fortunately, it did not hurt Draconic Twelve's weak spots.
Draconic Twelve fell to the ground, his eyes filled with innocence and fear. "You? Why? "
Tang Ling did not answer. He went forward and swung his sword again!
"Tang Ling, you are too arrogant!"
"Tang Ling, are you ignoring the Stardust Council?"
The Stardust Sixteen were standing together, but before they could react, they had been called geniuses.
It was at that moment that seven to eight weapons blocked Tang Ling's path.
Tang Long, on the other hand, did not move because he seemed to have not recovered yet. Just a moment ago, he felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.
Then, he felt lost.
Shouldn't I be Tang Ling's opponent? Why is he targeting Draconic Twelve?
"Get lost!" At that moment, no one could stop Tang Ling. He had lost his mind and his eyes shone with a madness that was even more frightening than the last moment of the 18th stage.
He rammed his head into Draconic Two, who was blocking his way. Both of their heads were bleeding. Draconic Two fell to the side in a daze, but Tang Ling was still clear-headed.
He swung his sword at Draconic Five, who was blocking his side. Blood gushed out from Draconic Five's abdomen, but at the same time, he landed a punch on Tang Ling's abdomen.
Tang Ling spat out a mouthful of blood. Precise Instinct? I don't know! I'm fighting with no regard for my own life!
Draconic Eight noticed Tang Ling's abnormal state, and all he wanted to do was charge at Draconic Twelve.
Therefore, it was a good chance for him. He swung his sword at Tang Ling's neck from behind.
The other members of the Stardust Sixteen rushed up and surrounded Tang Ling.
It was at that moment that a clank sounded. A sword blocked Draconic Eight's fatal slash.
"Do you think there's no one behind Tang Ling?"
At the same time, a strong man dashed into the encirclement and knocked a few of the Stardust Sixteen away.
He and Han Xing stood on Tang Ling's left and right respectively.
Ro Xin also walked over and tightened her grip on the unique hidden weapon in her sleeves. She was using poison. Her master once told her to be careful and not to act rashly.
It was an area-of-effect attack, and the casualties were unpredictable.
However, she could not care anymore. She calmly walked into the battlefield.
"Thank you," Tang Ling said softly without turning around.
Fourteen of the Stardust Sixteen surrounded Tang Ling and the others, and the battle was on the verge of breaking out.
At the same time, the atmosphere in the battlefield became very strange.
The excited cheers and applause from before seemed to be an illusion as they vanished all of a sudden.
It all happened too suddenly. The crowd was stunned at first before they watched in silence. After all, the audience was not a common audience. There were representatives from various factions in the audience, so they could not simply discuss the matter.
Moreover, after the joyous atmosphere subsided, they were easily clear-headed. Everyone had their own thoughts, so they had to wait and see what would happen next.
For example, the Stardust Council. What kind of card would they play to deal with the incident that Tang Ling caused?
It was worth paying attention to, and it was also intriguing.
However, Tang Ling did not have any other thoughts in his mind. All he wanted was to kill Draconic Twelve, so why would he hesitate?
"Let's do it." Tang Ling raised the sword in his hand.
The Stardust Sixteen swarmed forward, but Tang Ling and the others were fearless.
Right at this moment, Dong Yang suddenly stepped forward. "Are you bullying us with numbers?" That was all he said.
Then, he walked into the battlefield.
What?
The North, South, East, and West Quartet are related to Tang Ling?
Not only were the people in the battlefield shocked, but even Han Xing and the Ro siblings were confused. Did the North, South, East, and West Quartet come to Tang Ling's aid?
As a matter of fact, after Dong Yang said that, he wanted to slap himself in his heart.
What is this? Is he expressing his stance? If my master is watching the livestream, will he think that I've accepted my mission?
However, it was not what I thought.
It was just that it felt a little weird when it saw the person that it had promised to follow being bullied.
It was bullying, regardless of whether Tang Ling was powerful or not! Han Xing and Ro Li were powerful, weren't they? They were still no match for the Stardust Sixteen, who outnumbered them.
They were all geniuses after all, so it was difficult for them to fight four against fourteen.
Moreover, Tang Long was there. Although he did not express his stance, did he need to? He would definitely fight for the Stardust Sixteen.
Dong Yang had always been a steady person, but somehow, he became impulsive at that moment. He grumbled in his heart that the brainwashing from a young age was indeed powerful, but he did not stop. Other than frustration, there was not even a trace of regret in his heart.
The South, West, South, and West Quartet behind him probably shared the same thought.
"Thank you. But I don't want to owe you any favors for this. "Tang Ling was not moved at all. Instead, he politely declined.
After that, Tang Ling wasted no more time and made his move.
Kill Draconic Twelve! Kill him! That was the only thought in Tang Ling's mind.
"Bro, you're really …" Han Xing felt awkward. He tried to ease the atmosphere, but since Tang Ling made his move, the Stardust Sixteen would not hold back.
Before Han Xing could finish his sentence, two of the Stardust Sixteen charged at him. Han Xing had no choice but to swing his sword to block them.
However, no one attacked the North, South, East, and West Quartet because Tang Ling rejected them. They did not belong in the battle!
In the Purple Moon era, the battle rules that the old civilization had forgotten were picked up again because of the strength of individuals.
Everyone was particular about it.
"You …" Xi Feng was hot-tempered. She could not help but shout at Tang Ling from where she stood.
As a matter of fact, Tang Ling did not know what they had been through. He did not know how difficult it was for them to take this step, yet he rejected them just like that?
Moreover, Tang Ling had ignored Xi Feng's attitude earlier, so it was no wonder that Xi Feng was furious.
However, before Xi Feng could finish, a figure leaped from the audience to the stage. A figure leaped from the audience to the stage like a meteor.
Before the audience could get a clear look at the figure, they heard a loud bang.
After the muffled sound, a series of violent shockwaves suddenly appeared on the stage. Whether it was Han Xing and the others in the middle of the battle or the Stardust Sixteen, all of them were scattered. Some even fell off the stage.
As for the other young geniuses, even if they were not hit by the shockwaves, the weaker ones fell off the stage. Only a few of them were still standing on the stage.
Of course, Tang Ling did not move an inch.
It seemed like the person had purposely left him on the stage.
After the shockwaves subsided, the audience finally saw the person. He was half-squatting on the ground with his right fist on the ground. It seemed like the shockwaves were caused by his fist!
What terrifying strength!
Just a single punch like that was enough to scatter all the young geniuses into a mess.
It was then that the person stood up. It was only then that the audience realized that Draconic Twelve was clamped between his arms.
At this time, people also saw that the person who came was a man with an extremely finely trimmed flaxen beard. Even though he had a full beard, he still exuded a sense of elegance.
He was not tall, but his body was buff. He wore a dark blue uniform and a cloak of the same color with the pattern of a galaxy on it. Unique, exposed outside the cloak, the epaulette that clasped the cloak had three rotating galaxies on it.
It was a three-star councilman from the Stardust Council!
"It's him? Nathan Samuel? Hmph, the Stardust Council. "There were many knowledgeable people in the audience. How could a three-star councilman from the Stardust Council be a nobody?
The person was recognized.
However, this was a battle between the young geniuses. What was the meaning of this?
Before the audience could answer their questions, Nathan made his move. He dashed towards Tang Ling and grabbed him in the next moment.
Fast! He was too fast! With his Precise Instinct, Tang Ling only managed to move his right leg a little.
"Killing an important member of the Stardust Council? Do you really think there's no one in the Stardust Council? "Nathan grunted coldly as he looked at Tang Ling in his hand.
His words echoed throughout the entire Grandstand.
However, the moment his words subsided, the audience heard a loud explosion. They could not even see Nathan's movements clearly. All they saw was the stage shatter and Tang Ling was smashed into the stage by Nathan.
"Cough, cough …" Tang Ling was lying in the middle of the shattered stage. He coughed and laughed at the same time. His mouth was full of blood.
"Huh?" Nathan grabbed him again and wanted to say something, but Tang Ling spat blood all over his face.
"Trash," Tang Ling said coldly.
Nathan laughed cruelly and said loudly, "Killing in public and insulting a three-star councilman?
Nathan suddenly let out a cruel laugh and said loudly, "Killing in public and insulting the 3-star councilman. The Stardust Council is conducting business here, so if you have any opinions, feel free to do so. "
"But this kid must die."
As he spoke, Nathan lifted Tang Ling up high. It was not that Tang Ling did not want to resist, but a force bound him from head to toe.
He couldn't move at all!
No matter how talented Tang Ling was, he was still a Purple Moon Warrior! As for Nathan? A rank 5 Purple Moon Warrior was considered the top martial force in this world.
At this moment, the cards had been revealed, and there were no more puzzles! The Stardust Council's attitude was to kill Tang Ling and leave no room for negotiation!
Nathan did not even hesitate to threaten the Stardust Council, and the fact that he mentioned that the Stardust Council was here to conduct business was enough to explain everything.
Originally, it was not allowed to attack the young man like this.
Unfortunately, Tang Ling had hurt Draconic Twelve out of the blue, which was equivalent to giving Draconic Twelve his weakness. Even if there were factions that wanted to help Tang Ling, they could not say anything.
Since Tang Ling wanted to kill an important member of the Stardust Council in such an occasion, it was a blatant insult to the Stardust Council, so Nathan's intervention was understandable.
How could Tang Ling lose his cool? He is so smart … Some of them exclaimed, but at the same time, they started to suspect that Draconic Twelve was hiding some kind of scheme.
Even if there was a scheme, so what? There was no turning back, let alone anything else. Putting everything else aside, rescuing Tang Ling from the clutches of a rank 5 Purple Moon Warrior was already a difficult task!
"Hmph!" Nathan suddenly stomped his feet, and another shockwave shot out. This time, all the young geniuses were shaken off the stage.
Then, he looked at Tang Ling and allowed his blood to flow down his face as he said coldly, "Die!"
Draconic Twelve was pinned in Nathan's arms, and his lips curled into a faint smile. Since his mission was to kill Tang Ling, how could he only rely on Tang Long to set up his trap? Nathan's attack was a trap that he had colluded with Nathan to set up beforehand.
Nathan wanted to toss Tang Ling up into the air and kick him. It was his famous ultimate move, and he wanted to use it on Tang Ling to ensure that he could kill him.
However, right at that moment, a cold voice sounded. "Stop."
What a joke! Who could stop a rank 5 Purple Moon Warrior at a time like this? However, Nathan really did stop his attack.
The crowd was astonished when they realized it was Tang Long who spoke.
"Put him down. His opponent is me. I still have a battle of life and death with him. You can't kill him here, "Tang Long said calmly as he walked up the stage with his hands in his pockets.
Nathan looked at Tang Long in silence for a second before he bowed.
"I'm sorry, Young Master Draconic."
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