Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 971 The Six Treasuries Immortal Thief is Nothing More Than This

"WTF?"

Everyone turned around at once upon hearing the sound.

Two hands stretched out from the void, seemingly trying to pry open the dimensional rift, but after moving them to the side twice, they couldn't budge it. Then the voice said, "Hey, you bald, rat-bearded old man, could you recite a few more?"

"Ah? Oh..."

The Hehua Zizai Tianmoshu could even affect Wugensheng, and even a powerful figure like the elderly Ruan Feng could fall into an illusion with just a few words. Even if Wang Guoping intentionally controlled it, the people of Yaoxing Society, and even himself, were inevitably affected.

If your brain reacts slowly, you'll subconsciously do what this person says.

As he chanted the scriptures, the man indeed reacted again, and a gap appeared, from which a body squeezed out of the void.

"Holy crap! Old Wang, stop reading it out!"

Soon someone sensed something was wrong, and Wang Guoping immediately realized what was happening and shut up.

However, it was too late. A sinister humanoid figure emerged from the gap in mid-air and jumped to the ground.

Who called me?

"Who the hell called you?!" Everyone in the Shining Star Society wanted to curse.

It's no wonder they were wary; this person exuded a chilling aura and reeked of blood and carnage, as if he were a demon who had slaughtered countless people.

The two sides were locked in a life-or-death struggle. Despite their numerical advantage, they knew that their true opponent was not Zhang Chulan or Ma Xianhong, but He Songling, who might return at any moment.

If these two manage to hold out until He Songling notices, his return will be instantaneous. At that point, all of them, including Qu Tong behind him, will be do nothing but die.

"Get lost!" Wang Guoping shouted.

"You called me out here, and now you're telling me to get lost?" The dark figure laughed. "Dream on. If you don't grant me three wishes, this isn't over."

"Damn it, kill them all. I'll hold them off, the rest of you go kill Ma Xianhong and Zhang Chulan!" Wang Guoping gritted his teeth, spitting out a large amount of digestive fluid. The Six Treasures Immortal Thief was known as the highest level of Saint Thief, capable of stealing even the power of heaven and earth, and theoretically there was nothing he couldn't digest.

Just like the gods and spirits of yesteryear, there is only a lack of quantity, not a lack of quality.

However, it failed here.

Wang Guoping stared in disbelief at the black humanoid creature, which was emanating a large amount of black mist. This mist not only blocked his digestive juices but also polluted them, thus contaminating his own Qi and even himself.

"What is this!" Wang Guoping was shocked and immediately tried to disconnect the digestive fluid.

"Hehehehe..." The creature, which was clearly no respectable person, let out a classic villainous laugh, "The Six Treasuries Immortal Thief, is nothing special. You're not bad, you can give me a good meal."

As he spoke, he seemed to be omnipresent in the black mist, instantly moving dozens of meters from his original position to the edge of the black mist, almost touching Wang Guoping.

"Go to hell!" Wang Guoping certainly wasn't going to sit idly by and wait to die. His group, brainwashed by the Double-Handed, might be panicked, but they would never be afraid or terrified. Seeing the black humanoid figure charging towards him, he immediately threw two punches.

The highest level of the Six Treasures Immortal Thief is currently cannibalism. Wang Guoping is not like Ruan Feng; he is a purely evil villain who has stripped Shuangquan Shou of some basic morality and ethics. Over the years, he has eaten at least fifty to a hundred people, and his strength is exceptionally formidable.

If he had more time to accumulate experience, he would probably be even stronger than Ruan Feng. Against Baron Grylls, who also cultivated the Six Treasures Immortal Thief but had never eaten a human, he would have been instantly killed.

This made his Qi incredibly powerful. Old Zhong emphasized the dual cultivation of body and mind. Although Wang Guoping completely abandoned "sex," he gained incredibly powerful "life" in return. When he punched, his fists were no less powerful than a heavy iron hammer weighing several thousand pounds.

"Clang!"

With a clang of metal, Wang Guoping felt his hand was broken.

"Pooh!"

If it were anyone else, being hit twice in a row in the place where they were most confident would have caused them to panic, become fearful, and hesitate, wondering whether to fight or flee. But the brainwashed person was different. Wang Guoping stubbornly kicked out again despite his injuries.

"Crack!"

A hand reached out from the black mist and broke Wang Guoping's shinbone again. Even so, Wang Guoping remained undeterred. Taking a deep breath, Liu Ku Xian Zei healed his injuries and once more attacked the humanoid figure within the black mist.

At the same time, behind the black mist, a humanoid figure with a cold metallic sheen silently approached, a sharp spike flicking from its hand, about to pierce the shadowy figure's back.

"Die!" Even though he had been brainwashed, Wang Guoping's eyes still flashed with madness and cruelty when he saw this scene, as if he could already see the death of his opponent.

"You're using a puppet?" Unexpectedly, the puppet's spikes stopped moving the instant they touched the shadowy figure's vest. The shadowy figure, intrigued, turned to look at the puppet before him.

"Indeed, there is no movement, no leakage of Qi, and no killing intent, making it difficult to detect. It is also very strong, having incorporated at least several techniques, making it a good choice. However, because puppets have no soul, they are easier to corrupt than the weakest person."

This was the very doll Qu Tong created, the one that ultimately killed Ma Xianhong. For some reason, this thing looked remarkably like Feng Baobao; whether it was a coincidence or Qu Tong's intention was unknown. Especially its listless, almost delirious appearance, which made it not only resemble Feng Baobao in form but also in spirit.

"Bore!"

Wang Guoping wouldn't listen to his evaluation of the puppet; he only knew that the puppet had gone out of control, so he would step in again.

Unfortunately, he could only break his own wrist.

"Should we leave him alive?" Seeing that Wang Guoping had no other trump cards left, the dark figure grabbed Wang Guoping's severed hand and lifted it up, beginning to mutter to himself.

He immediately dismissed his earlier thought, shaking his head and saying, "No, there's no need. What's there to interrogate? Let's have a big meal first. Hehehehe..."

After saying this, the black mist spread out and instantly swallowed Wang Guoping. When the black mist disappeared, Wang Guoping's figure also vanished, and no one knew where he went.

"Hey, Zhang Chulan, Ma Xianhong, need any help?" The shadowy figure, having dealt with Wang Guoping, asked Zhang Chulan and Ma Xianhong, who were being chased and jumping around.

"Nonsense, hurry up and come!" Zhang Chulan didn't care what was going on with this guy, or whether asking him for help was like drinking poison to quench thirst. He only knew that if no one helped him, he and Ma Xianhong were doomed. Asking him for help would at least prolong their lives a little longer.

(End of this chapter)