Chapter 470 - Phosphor Fire Soul Refinemen (2/2)
A determined light flashed in Tang Wulin’s eyes. He shot out a strand of bluesilver grass to wrap around a seat near the carriage Mo Lan landed in and pulled himself over. Without any hesitation, he brandished his Golden Dragon Dreadclaw again and slashed apart the walls, disconnecting her carriage from the one he and the man were in.
The two halves of the carriage drifted away from each other leaving a giant hole. Using his bluesilver grass, Tang Wulin maneuvered onto the roof of the carriage.
When the gray barrier disappeared, five lines of blood trickled out of the man’s chest, the wounds bone-deep. Realizing that a mere three-ringed kid had managed to harm him, his eyes went red with rage. He chased after Tang Wulin to the roof of the carriage, leaving after images behind.
Tang Wulin brandished his claw once more, cutting off the other end of carriages. Only he and the gray-robed man remained.
A chilling wind brushed past Tang Wulin’s back. He stiffened, then immediately threw himself to the side. Not daring to look back, he threw out Goldsong and using it as a spring to launch him out into the wilderness.
Tang Wulin’s number one priority was the safety of the passengers. He knew that the ashen-robed man’s target was him, then Mo Lan. With Mo Lan already wounded, all he could do was draw the man as far away as he could from her. He was confident that the government had already been alerted and had dispatched a force to take out the evil soul master. All he had to do now was survive until they arrived.
The man let out a sinister laugh as he watched Tang Wulin run away. He spread his arms wide, then jumped off the train to chase after Tang Wulin. He was swift as a bird, instantly catching up.
Starlight wrapped around Tang Wulin’s claw. An instant later, his gauntlet appeared on his arm. Tang Wulin gathered his remaining his soul power and channeled it into his claw, unleashing another dreadclaw attack at the man. At the same time, countless strands of bluesilver grass shot out of his body in different directions and he used Goldsong to alter his trajectory.
But before he could escape, green flames shot out and burned every single strand of grass, including the one Goldsong fused with. Goldsong felt as if it was electrocuted.
Tang Wulin felt Goldsong disappear in a blaze of flame. Pain assailed his heart with its disappearance, leaving him paralyzed. He fell to the ground. A second later, the man landed on top of him.
The gap in strength was simply too great. The ashen-robed man had at least six rings and a powerful martial soul.
Tang Wulin lost consciousness momentarily, but when he roused seconds later, he looked down to see five bone spikes penetrating his chest. The golden scales on his chest were nothing before the sharp spikes.
It’s over. Am I going to die? The fear of death surged into Tang Wulin’s heart. A rueful smile crossed his lips.
Tang Wulin had never expected to die like this. Mom, Dad, I can’t go save you anymore. Na’er, I can’t search for you anymore. I can’t become a great soul master anymore.
Countless regrets ran through his mind as he stared death in the face.
“Kid, I won’t let you die so easily,” the man said grimly. He had been careful to avoid piercing any fatal organs like the heart and arteries.
The man hoisted Tang Wulin up by the spike, widening Tang Wulin’s wounds. Blood gushed out. “Now, let me hear you scream!” He stared at Tang Wulin with gleeful madness in his eyes.
Raising his other hand, a moss green flame appeared in his palm and he thrust it into Tang Wulin’s forehead.
Cold invaded Tang Wulin’s body, slowly crystallizing his blood and left him shivering uncontrollably.
Cold! It’s too cold! His very spirit felt like it was freezing, then smashed with a sledgehammer while his insides were being torn apart and sewn back together over and over. He couldn’t even let out a single scream.
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