"Shut the hell up!" said the leader of the 13 Shaman Guardians coldly. "The Patriarch ordered us to come here to save Singluen, not you. The winner is king and the loser is a bandit. You're the loser in the clan's power struggle, so we have the right to abandon you. Singluen, can we leave now? "
"Yes, you can." Singluen laughed with a pleasantly surprised face. "What I said before is still valid. I'll definitely treat you well as long as I become the Patriarch of the Dark Shaman clan. I'll even lead you to develop our clan."
A smile outlined on the corner of Tan Xiu's mouth as he said in a deep voice, "Remove the sword array and let them go."
After a while …
As the black mist gradually dissipated, the 13 Shaman Guardians left with indifference and didn't waste any words. At the same time, Singkuo also instantly dashed to the distance. Even though Xue Sha and Hei Xiong were blocking his way, he still resolutely tried to kill his way out.
"You're just a cornered beast. Futile effort."
Tan Xiu indifferently watched Singkuo being blocked by Xue Sha and Hei Xiong without the slightest sympathy in his eyes. What the leader of the 13 Shaman Guardians just said was right: the winner is king and the loser is a bandit. Since he led a large number of his men to kill Singluen, then he must be prepared to fail and be killed.
This world …
The law of survival was extremely cruel.
A few kilometers away.
On the tens of meters high water tower, Zuo Daquan looked at Singkuo with a bit of sympathy in his eyes. He secretly shook his head and sighed. "Who would've thought that such a powerful figure would end up in such a miserable state? Things are always changing, and I suddenly feel that being an ordinary person is pretty good. "
"You're right, Boss," said a middle-aged man next to him with a face full of approval. "Those who kill will always be killed. Previously, Singkuo had led so many powerful subordinates to kill others, but the tables had turned and he had fallen into a trap meticulously designed by others. I'm now sure that Mr. Tang is the one who laid this trap. His victory is not just a single one, so it can be said that he killed two birds with one stone. "
Zuo Daquan stared blankly and asked with a confused face, "Killing two birds with one stone? What do you mean? "
The middle-aged man helplessly said, "Boss, our coconut plantation has been destroyed like this. Don't you think that he's killing two birds with one stone?"
"Cough cough!"
Zuo Daquan awkwardly raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose, not saying a word.
Suddenly.
The expression of another middle-aged man standing behind Zuo Daquan slightly shifted and he said with a strange expression, "I don't think this matter is that simple, Boss. What we've seen before should only be the first half of the show. I'm afraid the subsequent content will be even more exciting. "
Zuo Daquan forced a wry smile and said, "Singkuo has already become a loner, so how can there be any good show in the future? Sigh, now I can only pray that they can leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, if they discover the gold stored under the ruins, I'm afraid I'll suffer a great loss. "
The middle-aged man behind him said, "Boss, look to the right, the road next to the river."
Zuo Daquan stared blankly and immediately looked to the right. In a flash, a surprised look appeared on his face and he muttered, "Someone else is coming? Could it be that this matter is not over yet? "
The middle-aged man said, "I'm afraid there's no way to end it for the time being, Boss. Look, those cars have already stopped. Oh my God! Their speed is too fast. It's like … they're flying faster than ghosts. I can only catch their afterimages. At this speed, it'll only take them half a minute at most to reach our coconut plantation. "
Inside the coconut plantation.
Singkuo had already used his trump card, but he couldn't do anything to Xue Sha and Hei Xiong. The sword array formed by the two immortal swords suppressed him, constantly causing bloody wounds to appear on his body. In just a minute or so, Singkuo had turned into a bloody man as though he had just crawled out of a river of blood. He would never be able to hold on for another minute if things were to go on like this. Xue Sha and Hei Xiong would definitely kill him.
"Who's there?"
Suddenly, Tan Xiu's expression slightly changed. He instantly unleashed his divine sword and his figure soared into the sky. He fiercely slashed out a tens of meters long sword light toward the ruins behind him.
"Interesting."
A hoarse and aged voice came from behind the ruins. A string of pitch-black Buddhist beads rose up and instantly expanded dozens of times, blocking Tan Xiu's sword light. However, a few crackling sounds were heard as several beads on the string of Buddhist beads suddenly exploded and turned into powder.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Eight ghostly figures instantly appeared in front of Xue Sha and Hei Xiong. Along with the flurry of darts that filled the sky, the two men were forced to retreat tens of meters. They staggered to retrieve their immortal swords and then appeared at Tan Xiu's side. Singkuo, who was besieged by them, had his arms wrapped by two pitch-black chains and was then pulled to the front of two handsome Caucasian men in black tuxedos.
"You look very miserable, Young Master Singkuo."
The monk, who wore a Kasaya and held a golden Buddhist staff, spoke with a faint smile on his face. The string of Buddhist beads that blocked Tan Xiu's sword also flew back to his hand. He was very old and looked like he was in his twilight years. His body was a bit hunched, but his faintly discernible aura made Tan Xiu secretly dread him.
Upon seeing these people, a strong desire to survive suddenly appeared in Singkuo's desperate eyes. He hurriedly called out, "Death Dhyana Buddhist Master, Vajra Giant, I'll agree to your previous conditions and join the Stygian Club if you're willing to save my life. If you can help me kill Singluen, Tan Xiu, and everyone else in front of me, I'll take the entire Dark Shaman Clan and become your vassal clan when I become the Patriarch. "
Tens of meters away.
Tan Xiu vigilantly glanced at the eight people who just appeared. Their appearances were very different from ordinary people. Death Dhyana Buddhist Master, for example, was as thin as a skeleton. Coupled with his hunched back and old age, he looked even more terrifying than a wizard.
Next to Death Dhyana Buddhist Master stood a 2.4-meter-tall iron towering man. This iron towering man had bronze skin and thick iron chains coiled around his body. He looked like a prehistoric beast, exuding an enormous aura. Tang Xiu originally thought that Mo Awu was a tall and burly man, but compared to this tower-like giant in front of him, he was simply dwarfed and not worth mentioning.
The other six …
Aside from the two handsome Caucasian men who looked like vampires, there was also a frail woman with white hair and a youthful complexion; a burly man in a long dress with heavy makeup on his face that exuded a bit of bewitching aura; a long-haired young man with a cross on his back and strange clothes; and a dark-skinned woman with round iron rings on her nostrils, ears, and eyebrows.
There was no exception.
The eight of them were not ordinary people, and each of them was likely very strong.
Death Dhyana Buddhist Master still wore a faint smile on his face as he circled around Singkuo a few times. Then, he sighed and said, "We invited you with great hospitality, but you refused in every possible way. Now that you're facing a great disaster, you want to borrow our power. How can there be such a good thing in this world, Young Master Singkuo? "
"I'm willing to join you as the Dark Shaman Clan's Patriarch," said Singkuo hurriedly. "I'll lead the entire clan to serve you in the future. Isn't that enough?"
Death Dhyana Buddhist Master raised his hand and pinched the beads on the string of Buddha beads with his thumb. Then, he said with a faint smile, "It's enough. Of course it's enough. However, we've seen too many people who burn bridges after crossing the river. You'll have to pay a price if you want us to trust you completely. "
"What price?" asked Singkuo in a deep voice with a slightly changed expression.
Death Dhyana Buddhist Master took out a black porcelain bottle from his sleeve and threw it to Singkuo. "This is the Death Dhyana Pill I've developed. It can be said to be extremely toxic. We'll help you if you dare to take it. We can even help you become the Dark Shaman Clan's Patriarch. "
Death Dhyana Pill?
Fear filled Singkuo's eyes. He knew that Death Dhyana Buddhist Master's way of controlling people's life and death was to make them take the Death Dhyana Pill. If they obeyed his orders, they would get the antidote every six months to ensure their safety for the time being. But if they dared to go against his will, not only would they not get the antidote, but they would also be tortured by the poison and die after a long time.
Vicious!
Cruel!
He simply couldn't imagine what awaited him once he took the Death Dhyana Pill.
Death Dhyana Buddhist Master's face turned cold and he indifferently said, "What? You don't dare? "
Singkuo turned his head to look at Tan Xiu and then at Singluen. Finally, he glanced at the enemies in front of him and gritted his teeth. "I'm going to die. I can't save my life no matter how unwilling I am. Now, give me a chance. I'll take this Death Dhyana Pill. It's better to live than to die. I can make my enemies pay the cruelest price as long as I'm still alive. "
Tan Xiu squinted his eyes and sneered. "Are you sure they can save you, Singkuo?"
Singkuo looked at Tan Xiu again and replied in a heavy tone, "I'm sure. Of course I'm sure. The Stygian Club's eight top assassins are absolutely terrifying figures standing at the pinnacle of the Stygian Club. If they can't save me, I'm afraid you can dominate the world. Just you wait, Tan Xiu. One day, not only will I kill you, but I'll also brutally ravage all your relatives and friends to death. I'll also ruthlessly slaughter all your friends and everyone you care about. I'll make sure that they'll never be able to reincarnate. "
In a flash …
Killing intent surged inside Tan Xiu's heart. His friends and family were his reverse scale. Anyone who dared to touch them must die. Not only that, he must make sure that they were killed cleanly and not even given the chance to be reincarnated.
"Singkuo, you only need to die to free yourself. But now, I'm going to make you disappear from this world completely. The Stygian Club? Hmph! I've killed a lot of people from the Stygian Club, so I don't mind killing eight more. "
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