Chapter 987 - Disowned Dogs (1/2)

Chapter 987: Disowned Dogs

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

A complicated look was visible on Singluen’s face as he looked at Singli, just as countless thoughts of uncertainty flooded his heart. He had gradually learned Tang Xiu’s character during the contact he had with him. He was well aware that Tang Xiu helping would be very unlikely in the future no matter how hard he tried if he didn’t kill Singkuo now.

‘What should I do? Kill or not?’

Tang Xiu floated down to his side and said indifferently, “I still remember that your ultimate goal is not just killing your big brother, Singluen. You’re bound to kill those who go up against you should you want to claim the Patriarch seat of your clan and take over the clan’s power. Just remember, petty kindness will end up bringing you endless troubles in the future.”

After this reminder, Singluen’s face slightly changed. He shot Tang Xiu a deep gaze and then raised the saber in his hand, loudly shouting, “Everyone, heed my order! Singkuo must die today. Kill whoever dares to intervene without mercy!”

The declaration made Singli’s face drastically change. He glared at Tang Xiu first before yelling, “Knock it off, Singluen. Is this not enough already? Don’t tell me you’ll also kill your father for your ultimate goal? You’ve won today; the Patriarch seat is bound to be yours. Why do you still want to kill your brother and your own clansmen?”

“There’s no way I’d kill my father. I know he’s always good to me, but age has come to him and he rarely has time to manage the clan’s affairs after cultivating. It’s a much better idea for me to replace him, as he can’t fulfill his responsibility. As for Singkuo… hmph… He and I have come to the point of no return. Do you think he’d just behave and won’t try anything against me in the future after I let him go today? Get the fuck out of my way, lest you’ll die with him.”

A smile crept up on Singli’s face despite the extreme anger he had. He then shouted, “Then we might as well help your big brother since you’re so stubborn and are so adamant in killing him. 13 Shaman Guardians! Protect Singkuo and return! The three of you, the situation has come to this point; do you think you still have any chance of leaving this place alive?”

Singkuo’s three guardian elders exchanged dismayed glances. They understood the meaning of Singli’s words. A sorrowful smile appeared on their faces and the trio gathered in the blink of an eye. Their figures then flashed upward and overlapping black flames emerged around them.

One of them then shot a deep stare at Tang Xiu and shouted in a clear voice, “Young man from China, you have formidable power and you’re also a very powerful cultivator among your kind. You just broke the Darkness Forbidden Art cast by my brother, but can you stop this forbidden art cast by the three of us?”

“Really, seriously?” sneered Tang Xiu with his hands crossed behind his back. “Are you sure the three of you can join hands and put it to use?”

Puff…

The air around the guardian elder was as though distorted, and a black figure appeared behind him in that instant. At the same time, a sword pierced his heart and slashed the muscles, bones, and meridians to the left of his chest. The glittering cold and sharp sword then continued to chop off his left arm.

“Let us deal with these three buffoons, Grand Master!”

Tang Guang flew up into the sky. His white robe rustled in the air and, in almost an instant, he joined Tang An to form a sword array. Images of swords flickered and swept the black flame as it trapped the two guardian elders within.

A smile appeared on Tang Xiu’s face. He retracted back his eyes from them, shifting them to Singli, stating apathetically, “Well, I think you’re the only one who can cast the Darkness Forbidden Art now. It makes me curious, though; can you really rescue Singkuo? If anything, I am even more curious whether my men have what it takes to kill all their prey.”

At his statement, Mo Awu laughed aloud as he and Jin Shi’s team of ten flashed and instantly appeared around the black mist, forming the Decagonal Heaven Extinguisher Sword Array. He then laughed and said, “They are nothing but ants, Boss. But I’m afraid you have to deal with that Singli geezer personally.”

Singluen paced two steps forward and said in a deep voice, “No. There’s no need for Mr. Tang to act. I’ve long been wanting to see the ability of the second strongest expert of my Dark Shaman clan. Five guardian elders, I need your assistance to kill him here.”

At this time, only then did Singli feel an intense feeling of crisis looming over him. He just observed Singluen and his five guardian elders and was aware that they must not be underestimated. It was likely that he wouldn’t be able to face the six of them together. Further, there was also Tang Xiu—a fearful man whose eyes kept staring at him, making him feel dread.

Inside the black mist and while protected by 13 Shaman Guardians, Singkuo’s expression was ghastly pale as he appeared lifeless. He knew that he had lost. It was a complete defeat, and even if he had a chance to make a comeback in the future, he would likely be unable to contend with Singluen anymore.

He may have had the chance to fight Singluen’s side if his five guardian elders were still alive. But now, the chance was as sure as gone already.

Cough, cough…

He coughed severely a few times and slowly closed his eyes. But after a few seconds, he immediately opened them again and shouted in a heavy voice, “I admit your victory, Singluen. I’ll leave Thailand and will never go back again to this land forever.”

“Seriously, dear brother? You’ve been a very smart man before, but why have you become so muddleheaded today?” mocked Singluen. “Do you think I’ll just let a tiger run back to the mountain to give me endless troubles in the future? Your promise is nothing but bullshit in my eyes.”

“Do you really want to spare none of us here?” shouted Singkuo angrily. “You even want to take over father’s position?”