Gao Huan did not look at the eyes, but at the old man's eyebrows.
He remembered very clearly that there was a mole between his eyebrows.
As expected, there was a mole.
Gao Huan suddenly felt a great pain.
Heartache.
The moment he saw that mole, he knew that he had been tricked.
Since the enemy was here, his surprise attack could not possibly succeed.
This also meant that this war would end with the Human race's victory.
This was naturally a matter worthy of heartache, especially to him.
"Tang San! Tang Jingtian! "
Gao Huan madly yelled and soared into the sky, about to leave.
There was a clattering of metal as several chains flew through the air, straight as a spear, wrapping around his ankles.
At the same time, several zither strings pierced through the soft armor woven from the Monster Bull's tail.
Minister Wei took a brush and wrote a few large words.
An array obscured the sky.
The Tang Old Master flew up and punched Gao Huan in the chest.
Blood wildly sprayed!
Gao Huan's young face was covered in blood and madness, but he was still prepared for one last struggle.
Yet, out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly noticed that the flames on the plains were growing dimmer and dimmer.
Dusk was already deep, turning into night. Logically speaking, those flames should be getting clearer and clearer, so why were they so faint?
Had they been extinguished? This was impossible!
In Gao Huan's plan, burning the provisions of the human army had always been the most important goal, far surpassing killing human experts.
He led those Devil Race experts to rush into this formation of carriages in order to attract the attention of other places.
His method had succeeded to a certain extent. In the battle just now, the wolf cavalry had succeeded in setting many of the supply carriages on fire.
If nothing unexpected happened, those supply carriages would have been burned to ash by the end of the array.
Why had those fires been extinguished? It had to be known that the wolf cavalry had not carried ordinary fire seeds, but oil fire from the Frigid Sea of the Extreme North. Even water and sand would find it very difficult to extinguish them!
The entire world gradually grew quiet.
Gao Huan stood on the grassland in despair. He did not do anything else.
Golden blood dyed his body, and in the last rays of the twilight, he seemed particularly tragic.
He was actually a pure-blooded member of the Imperial clan.
What did it mean for such a member of the Imperial clan to become the Chief Elder of the Council of Elders?
It was no wonder that the previous Demon Lord had been so apprehensive of him that he had disregarded the shock of the entire court to forcefully eliminate him.
Countless gazes fell on Gao Huan, and then on the Tang Old Master.
To the people of the world, the Tang Old Master was unquestionably the most famous and most mysterious person.
In the last two hundred years, he had never left Wenshui, not even when Mo Yu brought out the Tianhai Divine Empress's imperial decree and beseeched him.
The Tang Old Master looked at Gao Huan and indifferently asked, "You recognize me?"
Only now did many people recall the words this Demon Divine Domain expert had shouted upon seeing the Tang Old Master.
"Tang San! Tang Jingtian! "
It was a very simple sentence, but it revealed at least three facts.
The Tang Old Master's name and rank, as well as the fact that this demon expert knew the Tang Old Master.
"We met many years ago in Luoyang."
Gao Huan said to the Tang Old Master, "I thought that you remembered."
The Tang Old Master calmly gazed at him and said, "So it was you. Haha, no wonder you know how to say a few human words."
Yes, Gao Huan's human language could not be compared to those dukes and nobles in Xuelao City who were only interested in human language. He was truly very familiar with it. But the Tang Old Master's words clearly had a double meaning. Anyone could hear the mockery and harshness in them.
It turned out that he also knew this person.
"Gao Huan, Gao Yanchen! “
The Tang Old Master stared into his eyes and said, "I thought that you died long ago. But I think that you probably want nothing more than to die a long time ago. "
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… …
Gao Huan, courtesy name Yanchen.
This was his human name.
He was a pure-blooded descendant of the Demon Imperial clan with outstanding talent, and also the last demon to study in the human race.
The Tang Old Master knew that he had once been a disciple of the Longevity Sect, but he had truly met him in Luoyang.
Luoyang had been surrounded and Gao Huan's identity exposed, but no one dared to kill him, as the Demon Army outside the city had singled out his safety.
The Tang Old Master and his companions had wanted to assassinate him, but their elders had stopped them.
"If Shang knew that you were still alive, he would definitely be extremely happy."
The Tang Old Master looked at Gao Huan and said, "The one who wanted to kill you the most back then was him."
Gao Huan replied, "If you had dared to attack me back then, I would have crushed you with a single finger."
The Tang Old Master agreed, "Yes, you were much stronger than us back then."
Gao Huan sneered, "If you hadn't ambushed me today, I might not have lost."
The Tang Old Master shook his head. "Wrong. Even if you won today, you would still have lost in the end."
Gao Huan slightly arched his brows. "Why?"
The Tang Old Master replied, "Because we waited for one thousand years. If we still couldn't win, it would be too unreasonable."
Gao Huan said, "We also surrounded Luoyang for a very long time, but you also didn't lose."
"Luoyang is not Xuelao City, and the greatest difference is that none of you were able to enter the city in the end."
The Tang Old Master paused, then continued, "And we are about to enter Xuelao City."
Gao Huan's body became somewhat stiff.
The Tang Old Master patted him on the shoulder and said, "Admit defeat."
Perhaps because he had been shaken by the Tang Old Master's palm.
A stream of clear tears flowed down Gao Huan's face.
He still maintained his smile, but it was a particularly ugly smile, his young face covered in pain.
"If His Majesty were still here, all of you would have died …"
Gao Huan suddenly raised his voice as he harshly yelled, "No! If he had died earlier, this would not have happened! "
If that mighty Demon Lord had died long ago, how could he have been imprisoned in the abyss seven hundred years ago? He would assuredly have become a legendary figure of the Demon race.
In the past one thousand years, how many of the Demon race's dazzling geniuses had been cruelly murdered for threatening the old Demon Lord's position? How many true geniuses had been destroyed in the many purges in Xuelao City? Just what sort of damage had those massacres done to the Demon race?
There was no answer. The Demon Lord was already dead.
The tears flowed faster and faster, washing his pale face. Gao Huan felt like his heart was in great pain. His left hand tightly gripped the soft armor, blocking his chest, making it harder and harder to breathe.
Finally, he slowly collapsed to the ground and stopped breathing.
The Tang Old Master gazed at his corpse in silence for a very long time, recalling many matters of the past.
These were truly matters of the past, as it had been almost one thousand years.
On the Fallen Willow Plains, the Demon Army was like a black tide.
One could often see human limbs in the mouths of the giant bloodthirsty wolves.
In the months that Luoyang was surrounded, the city gate had only been opened three times.
The first time was when the Demon Army demanded that the humans hand over Gao Huan.
The gate of Luoyang was open. Sunlight streamed in, elongating the shadow of that genius demon youth.
Gao Huan walked out of the city, his steps very steady, his laughter very arrogant.
Two streams of tears flowed down the Tang Old Master's face.
The crowd jumped in fright.
The cosmetic-selling girl and the general of the grain convoy rushed over, wanting to persuade him.
The Tang Old Master's tears over Gao Huan's corpse were, in the view of many people, a sign of mutual appreciation between extraordinary individuals?
Minister Wei and the blind zither player knew that this was not the case.
These were turbid tears. What they needed the most was a cup of celebration, not consolation.
"I'm so happy! I'm so happy! "
The Tang Old Master wept and yelled, "Quickly go to Xuelao City, I want to be even happier!"
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