White Lotus's face had lost all color. It was unknown whether it was because her body was too weak after the injury or because she was too frightened at this moment. Her body trembled violently. It seemed that she wanted very much to retreat and escape from Supreme Lord Tianlan's terrifying palm. However, all her strength seemed to have left her at this moment, making her like a pitiful and helpless ant. She could only wail in despair in the giant's palm, unable to even struggle.
The world was always like this. The law of the jungle had long become the norm. Even some gentle and compassionate people would unknowingly follow this rule. We revere and worship the strong, despise and ignore the weak. Perhaps we would occasionally pity those who were in miserable circumstances, but in fact, we forgot that most of the compassion was not in our hearts.
Out of sight, there were even more weak people who were not seen. Perhaps after seeing them, everyone was used to it. Even those who were kind-hearted couldn't think of mercy. They were like lions that were strutting with their heads held high, and would never look at ants that were trampled to death by their feet.
How could there be compassion?
Or rather, could there really be compassion in the heart of a person like Supreme Lord Tianlan?
White Lotus looked at him mournfully, her eyes full of fear and pleading. It was a fear that came from the depths of her soul. It was her body's instinctive desire to live. She wanted to live. She did not want to die. For this, she could give up everything and give up everything.
Her eyes clearly and plainly expressed her thoughts, but Supreme Lord Tianlan was not moved. Perhaps to a giant like him who had stood at the peak for too long, these so-called desires and the so-called price to pay were just a joke to him.
He threw them away like they were old shoes. He did not care about them at all.
Of course, there were things that he valued, but they were not on White Lotus.
Therefore, he smiled coldly and ruthlessly. After a trace of disgust flashed across his eyes, he probably saw what he hated about the Devil Cult and touched the thread in his heart. His palm slowly moved down from White Lotus's chin.
White Lotus's body began to tremble violently. She could clearly feel the rough skin brushing past her smooth neck before stopping in the middle of her neck.
The bald giant looked at her indifferently. The giant palm that seemed to be able to destroy everything began to slowly tighten, violently and forcefully squeezing out all the aura in her body. Her heart received the painful reflex of her body and became angry. It began to beat violently, desperately trying to transfer the dark red blood to her head. However, when it reached her neck, it was as if it had encountered an impenetrable dam, and it stopped moving.
White Lotus's feet went soft, and then she was in the air. Her body had already left the ground. She was grabbed by the neck by the neck and raised into the air. Her vision began to blur, and her feet began to kick wildly. Before the last bit of sober consciousness disappeared, White Lotus sadly found that she was actually too afraid to attack this person in such a situation.
But he couldn't do it either.
The aura of life was rapidly fading, and the world gradually darkened.
Her mind gradually became blank. At a certain moment, a song from a long time ago suddenly echoed in her mind.
It seemed to be a song related to the Albizia flower.
She wanted to sing, but she couldn't. She didn't know why, but some fragmented images suddenly flashed through her mind, like fragments of memories that had long been lost. In that daze, she seemed to see a kind woman hugging her and kissing her. White Lotus desperately wanted to see that face clearly, but it was always blurred. Suddenly, a huge black shadow fell from the sky, took everything away, destroyed everything, and smashed the only figure that she felt warm into pieces. Then, like a mountain, it turned around and slowly walked towards her …
Her vision went black, and she fainted, completely losing consciousness.
…
The room was quiet. True Lord Tianlan indifferently looked at the girl in his hand who was slowly lowering her head. With the last bit of strength left, he could completely destroy this budding life.
As long as he used a little more strength on his fingers.
As long as he tightened the gap between his palms.
Even he himself knew that he didn't need to go through so much trouble from the beginning. He could have easily crushed this woman with a finger, instead of torturing people like those trash from the Devil Cult.
But he still didn't do it immediately. He suddenly felt that he was a bit like a member of the Devil Cult. This thought made True Lord Tianlan a little unhappy, but he still didn't let go.
At this moment, a sudden sound of footsteps came from outside the room. A moment later, a familiar voice came in. It was Lu Chen.
"White Lotus, are you okay?"
True Lord Tianlan was silent for a moment, then he threw White Lotus away like throwing a rag.
With a "bang", White Lotus's body fell unconscious and fell to the ground, knocking over a table and making a loud noise. The outside of the room instantly quieted down. But what followed was not the expected scene of someone breaking the door and entering. Instead, it was silent, as if Lu Chen's voice was just a hallucination of the wind and no one had come here at all.
True Lord Tianlan tilted his head and glanced at the door. Then, his eyes slowly swept across the wall, sweeping across some unknown places on the wall. The corners of his mouth suddenly revealed a trace of a smile, as if his mood had suddenly improved, as if he had seen something that he liked and was satisfied with. He quietly stood in the room, gazing at the surrounding walls, and then patiently waited.
…
At the corner of the wall about seven feet away from the door, there was suddenly a very soft sound. It was so soft that it was almost inaudible, as if someone had carelessly touched the wall.
But True Lord Tianlan's eyes were already one step ahead of it, staring at that place.
He stood quietly. If he wanted to, perhaps he could make it so that not a single trace of his aura leaked out. He could turn invisible and empty, or he could transform into anything, making people think that it was a table, a chair, or a bed and not arousing any suspicion.
But he didn't. He just smiled and looked at the corner, casually not controlling his own aura.
The sound in the corner instantly went silent.
Like a vigilant wolf that had sensed some unknown threat in the darkness, even though there was an urgent bait in front of him, he still forced himself to endure it. The sound outside the room quieted down, followed by a faintly discernible killing intent.
Inside the room, True Lord Tianlan's eyes became increasingly bright. His gaze began to drift again, looking at the four walls, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. It seemed that no matter how the person outside the room moved, they could not escape his perception.
And that terrifying aura locked the person outside the room, making that killing intent thicker and thicker, as if it was about to explode …
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