Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King

The bandit leader felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly pointed his soul-guided gun at Mo Lan and said sternly, "This is your doing, isn't it! Saying it would take an hour, you were just messing with us, weren't you? In that case, let's all die together."

As he spoke, he gestured to another robber to set up the soul-guided cannon.

Mo Lan, who was being pointed at, was also pale-faced, clearly terrified by the bloody scene before her. Then she noticed the bandit leader's actions and immediately said, "I should be asking you that."

"Weren't those people in that carriage yours? Think about it carefully. If they were really our people, how could we kill the hostages as well?" Mo Lan's voice was filled with resentment.

Just as they were talking, a series of "tap tap tap" footsteps sounded, and then a strange man with purple skin appeared in front of them.

"Whoosh!" At the same time, the blood on the ground began to flow uncontrollably toward the purple monster, and was then absorbed by it.

"Don't move! Who are you?" The bandit leader felt a bad premonition when he saw the strange man's actions. This way of absorbing blood seemed so familiar. Without a doubt, the strange man in front of him was definitely not a good person.

"Hehehehehehe..." Upon hearing his voice, the purple monster let out a strange laugh. "You ask who I am? I'm just a passerby looking for lunch. Hehehehe..."

"Don't do anything reckless. I've planted bombs on this Soul Guidance Train. If you don't want to die, get the hell out of here," the bandit leader threatened.

"Heh heh heh, a bomb? Do you think something like that would make me give up the food that's about to be mine?"

As he spoke, five spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple—emerged from beneath the purple monster's feet. Then, halos lit up his body, and pieces of purple armor rapidly appeared, covering his entire body.

A fierce and bloody aura instantly enveloped the entire area.

"Soul, Soul King! And a One-Word Battle Armor!!! You're an evil Soul Master!"

The bandit leader was astonished when he saw five spirit rings appear on the purple-clad figure. Then, halos began to appear around the man, eventually forming a suit of purple armor. If he wasn't mistaken, it was definitely battle armor!

"And this bloody aura is exactly the same as that of that lord." The bandit leader felt his heart pounding wildly. He was just an ordinary Soul Venerable, who usually just ran errands for the big shots above him.

The hijacking of the Soul Guidance Train was just a mission assigned by his superiors. He himself wasn't even an evil Soul Master, but just a normal Soul Venerable.

Chapter 224 Evil Soul Master Balu

"Now, do you still think those little toys can hurt me? Hehehe, hehehe..."

Hearing the purple-haired monster's words, the kidnapper leader looked nervous. With a Soul King and a One-Word Battle Armor Master, it would indeed be difficult to hurt the opponent with just a few bombs and a Soul Guidance Gun.

"You! Don't do anything reckless. I'm telling you, I have powerful backers. They're watching this operation too. If you know what's good for you, leave immediately. I won't stop you."

"If you just want to kill people, there are many more people in carriage six over there. You can go find them." The kidnapper leader first gave a warning, then softened his tone, indicating that there were more people in carriage six.

"You!!" Upon hearing the kidnapper leader's words, Mo Lan glared at him angrily.

Then, Mo Lan immediately said to the purple-clad monster in battle armor, "I am Mo Lan, the daughter of a federal councilor. As a battle armor master, please feel free to make any requests you may have, and I will do my best to fulfill them."

"Hehehe... Are you threatening me?" The purple-haired monster glanced at the bandit leader, and a terrifying surge of soul power erupted out, immediately making the other bandits and ordinary people in the train unable to breathe.

"Madman!" The bandit leader, being the first to be targeted, was also pale-faced. This strange man was definitely insane. Judging from his appearance, he was clearly enraged and hadn't considered the consequences at all.

Fortunately, the pressure of soul power only lasted for a short while before dissipating. The purple-clad figure then said to Mo Lan, "My name is Balu, the evil soul master Balu. Now you should understand."

Upon hearing Balu's words, Mo Lan's pale face immediately changed. Evil Soul Masters—that's a synonym for madmen. These people have no moral compass; they burn, kill, and plunder everywhere.

When she first noticed the bloody aura emanating from the other person, she had a bad feeling. Would a normal Soul Master have that kind of bloody aura and cruel killing methods? But she still silently prayed in her heart, hoping that the other person had come to save someone.

However, to her surprise, the other party admitted to being an evil spirit master. This was a real problem; things were definitely heading towards the worst possible outcome. If they were just robbers, she might be able to save one life if she did as they asked.

But evil spirit masters are different. Judging from the methods of those madmen, the people in the carriages ahead are probably doomed. Even if the train is disconnected now, it's not impossible for them to catch up after dealing with them.

However, Mo Lan still asked with a glimmer of hope, "What did you do to the people in carriage number four?" As she spoke, her gaze remained fixed on Balu.

"Hehehe..." Balu chuckled eerily. "You can't even protect yourself, yet you're still thinking about others. I'll be merciful and tell you, most of them are just unconscious, but that might not be the case later."

"Really?" Hearing that the person in the carriage ahead had only fainted, Mo Lan breathed a sigh of relief and then said in a deep voice, "If you have any requests, you can make them, and we will try our best to meet them."

In her view, since the other party hadn't killed all the passengers in the front carriages, they must have some demands, just like the robbers. As long as she could buy some time, the arrival of the Federation officials should make them hesitant to act.

"Hmm? A request?" Baru pondered for a moment, then said, "Originally, I just came here to kill people and didn't have any requests. However, since Miss Mo Lan has brought it up, I do have a small request."

When she heard the other party say that they had no requests, Mo Lan was still nervous. Fortunately, the other party relented, and she quickly asked, "What requests do you have?"

"Hehehe..." Balu chuckled strangely, "I love watching dramas, especially when people are faced with choices, their conflicted and painful expressions are so captivating."

"What!" Mo Lan exclaimed in surprise, then said with a grim expression, "That's impossible!"

"Is that so?" Balu casually swung his knife, instantly cleaving a young passenger in two.

Seeing this, the gang leader's face turned grim, because the young man who had just been slashed was also one of their group, only he was hidden in the crowd as a spy. He never expected to be so unlucky as to be chosen by the enemy.

"Ah!" Mo Lan exclaimed in shock when she saw Balu kill someone without saying a word. She didn't know the other party was a robber; she only thought Balu was simply threatening to kill her. "You..."

“Well, Miss Mo Lan, this person could have been saved just now. But because of your refusal, a young man with a bright future has now disappeared. This is your fault.”

Balu immediately shifted the blame to Mo Lan, whose original goal was to play the villain. To him, it didn't matter whether the person he had just attacked was a robber or not; the most important thing about playing the villain was to be evil enough so that the role of the good guy could be highlighted later.

The worse he behaves now, the more difficult things become for Mo Lan, the higher the favor and gratitude he will gain when the bottom lane mage saves the opponent.

"You, you..." Mo Lan was so shocked by the other party's shamelessness that she couldn't speak.

"Now, Miss Mo Lan, please give me another answer, otherwise, the next victim will appear." With that, Balu held a knife to a young man's neck, frightening him into immobility.

"Okay." Mo Lan looked at the young man's pleading expression and the line of blood on his neck, and gritted her teeth as she uttered a single word.

"No, Train Conductor Mo Lan! We can't just believe them so easily!" At this moment, the security captain behind her panicked and tried to pull her back. Train Conductor Mo Lan was the daughter of a federal congressman; if she agreed to their demands, her future would be ruined.

"Let go! If I don't do this, do you expect me to just stand by and watch them kill someone?" Mo Lan broke free from the security captain's grasp, tears streaming down her face as she spoke with a desolate expression.

"But, but..." The security captain didn't know how to reply to Mo Lan. However, if they really let Mo Lan do it, then they, the staff members, would definitely be targeted by the furious councilor!

"Sister, sister." Just then, a figure ran over from carriage number six.

"Wu Lin, you... how did you get here?" Mo Lanhua exclaimed in shock, her face pale.

Indeed, the person who suddenly rushed in was Tang Wulin. He stumbled in, tears still glistening on his face, his expression one of utter panic. He quickly reached Mo Lan, grabbed her waist, and...

"Sister, don't leave me behind! They said there are bad guys. You can't hurt my sister!" He looked at the thugs with a fierce yet childlike expression.

Chapter 225 Tang Wulin, Male on Top of Male

"Hey, is this the councilor's son? He doesn't look much like you. Is he an illegitimate child?"

Baru joked, having already recognized Tang Wulin. Since the other party was trying to pretend, he was going to make things difficult for Tang Wulin.

"He's my cousin, don't talk nonsense," Mo Lan said angrily, while giving Tang Wulin a questioning look.

Tang Wulin, however, still looked sorrowful. "Sister, don't abandon me. No matter what, I will stay with you."

It seems Tang Wulin hasn't grasped the situation yet. Although he knows the place has been hijacked, he didn't expect Balu's sudden attack. He probably mistook Balu for one of the hijackers.

"It's such a touching scene of sibling affection. It almost moved me to tears, hehehe." Balu wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes and then began to laugh strangely.

"So, Miss Mo Lan, are you still going to do what you just said?" The knife in Balu's hand had already cut the young man's neck, and blood was beginning to seep out. The young man's face was pale, and he looked at Mo Lan with a hint of pleading.

"Stop!" Mo Lan shouted as she watched Balu's actions. She then gently pushed Tang Wulin away and said to him, "Little brother, I'm glad you care about your sister's safety. However, this is our responsibility. Let the adults handle the rest."

After saying that, Mo Lan pushed Tang Wulin to the security captain behind her, then looked at Balu with a desolate expression, and slowly reached for the buttons on her clothes, beginning to unbutton her uniform.

A moment later, Mo Lan took off her uniform jacket, revealing the white undershirt she was wearing underneath. Mo Lan gritted her teeth and reached for the undershirt.

"No, you're not allowed to bully my sister!" Just then, Tang Wulin took a step forward, forcefully broke free from the security captain's hand, and rushed towards Balu, looking like an angry child about to fight a thug.

"Hmph, you're asking for death." If it were an ordinary thug, facing Tang Wulin charging towards him, he would probably think that the other party was just a hot-blooded child and would not take Tang Wulin seriously at all.

But who is he? He is Balu, one of Nan Fusheng's clones. How could he not understand Tang Wulin's plan? He was just taking advantage of being a child to make people look down on him, which would make it easier for him to save people.

With Tang Wulin's strength, even a security captain couldn't possibly catch him. Hmph, but this time, Tang Wulin has picked the wrong person.

With his soul power fully unleashed, Balu wielded a longsword made of spirit alloy, instantly unleashing a blade of light that slashed straight towards Tang Wulin's face.

"!!!" A sense of crisis filled Tang Wulin's mind. He never expected that this robber would be so decisive and cautious. Faced with the approach of a small child like him, he actually swung a blade from afar.

"I have to defend against it." Tang Wulin quickly made a judgment. A Soul King wearing a one-word battle armor was wielding a merciless blade. If he didn't block it, he would definitely be cleaved in two.

Three spirit rings, purple, purple, appeared, and a large amount of blue silver grass surged out in front of him. The blade flashed and the blue silver grass was cut in half. However, a golden light also appeared from Tang Wulin's right hand.

The golden dragon claw slashed forward, colliding with the nimble blade.

"Boom!" Tang Wulin's body was sent flying a distance, but fortunately the impact was not great. He rolled on the car surface and regained his balance.

"How did you find out?" After regaining his balance, Tang Wulin looked at Balu with a serious expression and asked in a deep voice. The force the opponent had just used would have probably cleaved even a Soul Master in two without defense.

"Found it?" Balu said in confusion, then began to chuckle strangely, "Hehehe, I didn't even try to sense your soul power. I just felt something was off, so I swung that slash. Anyway, it's just one person dying, hehehe..."

“However, I didn’t expect there would actually be an unexpected gain.” Balu casually killed the young man next to him with a single stroke. “Look, this man died because of your recklessness. He might have been saved, but now he’s dead because of your actions.”

"Damn it!" Tang Wulin cursed angrily, but he did not make any rash moves. There were other hostages behind the other party, and if he fought rashly, they would definitely be affected.

"Moreover..." Tang Wulin glanced at his right hand; the scales on it were now somewhat broken. Although there was no bleeding, his right arm was a little numb. A Soul King's attack, amplified by the Battle Armor, was not so easy to withstand.

"This..." The bandit leader was stunned by what he saw. An ordinary-looking boy was actually a three-ring Soul Master, and he even had three thousand-year Soul Rings!

His own three spirit rings were all yellow. If this boy were to launch a surprise attack like he just did, the bandit leader would instantly feel a chill run down his spine.

"Kid, state your name. To have this level of cultivation at this age, you must not be a student from an ordinary academy!"

"Shrek Academy, Tang Wulin," Tang Wulin said in a deep voice, his face beaming with pride as he spoke of Shrek Academy.

"So you're a student from Shrek Academy, known as the 'Guardian of the Continent and Savior of the Common People of the Federation.' No wonder you possess such a spirit ring and cultivation level at such a young age," Balu flattered at the opportune moment.

However, Tang Wulin did not feel happy. Although the other party said such nice things, he had a bad feeling.

"Since that's the case, I suppose you also want to save these civilians!" Balu chuckled. "I can give you a chance to save them, as long as you play a game with me."

"What game?" Tang Wulin's bad premonition grew stronger.