chanical Train!
The greatest weakness is that once the Train Captain leaves the train, he becos just like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, easily killed!
Since the opponent has underestimated so.
But he also had no reason not to kill.
"Clang."
The sound of tal collision was heard.
Chen Mang sat motionless on the stone chair, the long sword pierced through his shirt, directly aiming at his chest. He glanced at the old man who suddenly leaped at him, then looked down at the sword’s blade in his chest, and said softly.
"It seems you’ve made the wrong choice."
The next mont.
A blazing and massive beam of light shot from afar, enveloping the entire Poisonous Snake Sect!
The "Akanon Light Energy Main Cannon" fired.
The dazzling and incredibly powerful beam obliterated half of the Poisonous Snake Sect, lting half of the Sect Leader’s Hall completely.
...
The Old Sect Master looked at the blade in his hand with fear in his eyes, why... why did it happen this way?
He looked behind him.
The ground behind him had turned into a bottomless abyss.
The "Poisonous Snake Sect" was built on a hill, half of the hill had now turned to flat land. If he took a step back, he would fall into the abyss, how did things co to this point?
The near millennium of accumulated wealth of the Poisonous Snake Sect was all gone.
Disciples were dead or injured in countless numbers.
He... had completely beco the sect’s criminal.
The sect was destroyed by his hand.
But why was this man in front of him not dead, not even hurt at all? Wasn’t it said that the Train Captain was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered once he left the train?
He shakily tossed the sword in his hand to the side, didn’t beg for rcy, but instead, backed off with a bitter smile.
"All are beasts of prey."
"Qiudao."
"There’s no good ending in consorting with them. I have failed the Poisonous Snake Sect and the expectations of my master, only... by dying can I atone for my sins."
And with that said.
He released all his spiritual energy, his body, like a fallen leaf, drifted towards the bottomless abyss.
...
Ten minutes later.
"Cough..."
The Old Sect Master awkwardly knelt in front of the Sect Leader’s Hall, looking at Chen Mang seated on the chair in front of him, and whispered: "Master Mang, I knew you were different from those people. Whatever you need, just give the order."
Yes, he wasn’t dead.
When falling midway, he was stuffed into a refrigerator by a cha that flew by.
And knowing that no one in the sect was hard, all the disciples were already stuffed into refrigerators before Master Mang entered the hall, his strong resistance faded.
"Co, let ask you sothing."
Chen Mang leaned back in the chair with an annoyed expression, raising his hand to stop Zhang Qiudao’s speech, he looked at the Old Sect Master.
"Did I provoke you?"
"No."
"Did I insult you?"
"No."
"Did I bully you?"
"Also no."
"Then what the hell do you want?"
"..."
The Old Sect Master was silent for a long ti, then looked up at Zhang Qiudao, put away his playful deanor, lowered his head, and said softly: "Master Mang, let be honest with you."
"I don’t know what civilization you co from."
"But I am from the cultivation civilization of Black Tortoise Star, and as cultivators, we have our own pride. We cannot stand being treated as pets, nor can we stand our original killing skills turning into re performances."
"Living under soone else’s roof is not easy."
"I don’t want to give you the spirit stones in the fragnt area of the Immortal Realm. I want to leave them for the cultivation world, to keep a sliver of a future, so everyone won’t fall into despair."
"This is the truth."
"That’s why I wanted to kill you. With you dead, no one would know the secret, and there wouldn’t be a flood of chanical trains like wolves pouring into the cultivation civilization, resulting in countless deaths and injuries again."
"I’m not soone with great prospects."
"I just want the world to be a bit more peaceful, for fewer people to die, and leave a little hope for future generations."
"I didn’t even allow Zhang Qiudao to take out more for the Poisonous Snake Sect because I know my talent is just here. Using it would be a waste; it should be left for more potential successors."
"I know we cultivators an nothing in the eyes of you Train Captains. You just need enough resources to easily reach the realms we dream of."
"You look down on us."
"Treat us as pets and scenery, coming to tour and to visit, like watching monkeys."
"But we also once shined in glory."
"We have our own pride too."
"We would rather die standing."
"Than hand over ammunition to the enemy."
"Zhang Qiudao’s mory has been wiped. You can try to pry it open from , here’s hoping you can’t, but if you do, I will accept it. Just take the resources."
"Leave the ammunition, and there is hope."
"Without ammunition."
"The cultivation world has no future at all."
"The Immortal Realm shards are the last foundation of the cultivation civilization, the reserve ammunition for the last stand. I, the forr sect master of the Poisonous Snake Sect, would rather die than hand it over."
The Old Sect Master’s speech was slow, but his voice was extrely firm as he lifted his head towards Chen Mang, seated on the chair, and softly said with a calm face.
"Let tell you what it is that cultivators cultivate."
"It’s not just cultivation of strength."
"But also cultivation of the heart."
"We have our own path to walk, and we know what we’re living for, whereas you are like a pack of wolves wantonly plundering the resources of other civilizations, casually destroying an entire civilization, viewing human life as worthless."
"In our cultural customs, this is called the path of beasts."
Zhang Qiudao, sitting to the side, looked anxious, wanting to say sothing to explain for his master, but did not dare open his mouth, how did things escalate to this point?
...
"..."
Chen Mang looked at the Old Sect Master kneeling before him, tapping his knuckles lightly on the chair armrest, and said softly: "How many people have you killed?"
"Hundreds."
"I’ve only killed one person with my own hands, and that was a long ti ago, that person wanted to steal my straw mat, between us who really treats human life as worthless?"
"Haven’t you killed soone with the train?"
"That doesn’t count."
Chen Mang shook his head and seriously extended his hand to the Old Sect Master: "You might have misunderstood to so extent. I’m not here to plunder you; we have a common enemy, the ’Kasha Civilization’."
"I’m here to support you."
"I’m a good person."
"Really."
"Get up, the ground is cold, why do you always like to kneel and speak, is this so kind of custom?"
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