Chapter 220: Forcibly Saving People, Tang Xuanzang

"Master..." Greysi followed closely behind Tang Luo, who had twisted off the lock and entered the building, speaking softly.

Her face showed excitement she couldn't fully suppress—she hadn't expected Tang Xuanzang to be this strong!

Just moments ago, she hadn't even seen a shadow, and those guards were all taken down.

Honestly, if it were just those guards, Greysi could handle them herself.

But she absolutely couldn't do it as cleanly and swiftly as Tang Luo—ending all combat in under ten seconds, unscathed.

Those guards probably didn't even see where the enemy was—well, Greysi herself hadn't seen where Tang Luo was.

He seemed to have vanished during that time.

He won so simply, so—so effortlessly it looked.

Greysi couldn't rashly judge, but from the current situation, Tang Xuanzang's steps were light, showing no sign of fatigue.

"What?" Tang Luo kept walking.

"They're locked in the underground dungeon, with only a downward spiral path. When I escaped, I didn't run into anyone." Greysi said.

Meaning, someone might be there now.

"Oh." Tang Luo responded, pushing the door open and walking straight down.

Speaking of which, the first mission had a similar setup—below the spiral staircase was a human experimentation lab.

Tang Luo had even killed a fallen demon there; who knew what surprise awaited him in this dungeon.

Unfortunately, when Tang Luo used the flickering dim firelight to see Li Huan and another demon-walker imprisoned in the cells, he found no surprise at all.

The dungeon had nothing particularly special about it.

In the center was a corridor, with cells on both sides, walls on three sides, and the side facing the corridor made of iron pillars as thick as an adult's forearm.

The gaps between each pillar were too narrow for an adult's fist to pass through.

The entire dungeon reeked of a pungent, foul odor, and the floor was sticky, as if soaked in blood that hadn't fully dried.

"It's you! Brother!" Tang Luo saw Li Huan and exclaimed happily, "Li Xuanhuan—is it really Li Xuanhuan? What Li Huan, I thought it was someone else!"

Initially, Tang Luo and Li Huan had never met face to face, but later they had a brief encounter.

Seeing Li Huan, Tang Luo recalled fragments from memory and quickly remembered his identity.

Li Huan also changed expression.

This guy actually came to rescue people?

Are you crazy! Why suddenly turn into a saint at such a critical moment?

Where was that ruthlessness when you killed hostages on the spot? Did you just throw away the warrior nation's tradition?

Li Huan's shocked expression was completely undisguised—he never thought Tang Xuanzang would risk danger to save him.

It's not right! We didn't go through life-and-death together—why are you being so kind?

"Brother, don't you remember me? I'm your elder brother." Tang Luo said to Li Huan, "An elder brother saving a younger brother is natural and righteous—why that surprised look?"

"Don't come over!"

Li Huan snapped, shouting loudly, still with a chance, things could turn around—"This is a trap! Aimed at you! Run!" The true deciding factor of this "gamble" was outside.

As long as Li Huan could get Tang Luo to leave alone, he'd count it as a win. Rudolf had set the conditions quite loosely.

But if Tang Luo really brought Li Huan out, that option wasn't even in Li Huan's consideration.

This is the palace, Rudolf's super boss stronghold.

Although Tang Xuanzang had that—cloud-soaring joyful speech unclear—though the Tathagata Divine Palm was immensely powerful, it was only usable once.

Without truly securing victory, even if he could, what would Li Huan do with such a messy win?

Li Huan had long decided: after Rudolf freed them, he'd stay behind, follow Rudolf, and strive to become a palace swordsmanship instructor.

His task wasn't to oppose Rudolf this monster, but to let Robert enjoy a carefree, loafing life.

Even if Tang Xuanzang truly had the strength to pluck an enemy general's head from ten thousand troops, kill Rudolf, it would actually mean Li Huan's mission failed or its difficulty skyrocketed.

When Tawsonte descends into chaos, where will Robert go to loaf?

Stability overrides all.

So, this "Don't come over!" shout was so sincere, so heartfelt.

Li Huan swore he had never, in this life, felt this way—never wanting others to risk themselves to save him.

This is causing trouble!

"Don't worry, brother, I will definitely save you!" Tang Luo declared righteously.

"No! You go!"

"No, I must save you!"

The two staged a melodramatic scene in the dungeon.

Behind them, Greysi's eyes welled with moved tears—was this brotherly affection? After all, the diagram, she had no insight.

If it were Kongming, that old fox, he'd probably see through their exaggerated acting, each with their own thoughts.

"Damn! You run!" Li Huan stared as Tang Luo approached his cell, unable to hold back cursing.

He truly couldn't understand why Tang Xuanzang would come to save people.

Utterly unreasonable—did he really always live as a monk, deluding himself into lameness?

"I will definitely save you out!"

Tang Luo looked at Li Huan, his tone extremely firm.

Young man, you probably haven't figured it out—whether to save people is decided by Master Xuanzang, not transferred by the rescued's personal will.

To earn merit and virtue, you know.

"I said, this is a trap! Outside is probably already surrounded, airtight—if you don't leave now, it'll be too late!" Li Huan gritted his teeth, eyes reddening.

"No problem." Tang Luo smiled faintly, "Let's fight our way out together!"

"Kill a fart! Can't you see I'm injured? I'm a cripple now!" Li Huan didn't care about making himself into a pile of shit.

You want to save people, but at least save someone useful! Saving a burden will only drag you down.

"Oh?" Tang Luo's eyes lit up, "Then that's even better."

"Rudolf is strong, you'll die here!" Li Huan said.

"I'm strong too." Tang Luo was very confident, even with only one-tenth of his strength unharmed, he was still strong!

"I beg you, go quickly, you can't beat him, go quickly."

Li Huan's tone was no longer fierce, but instead carried sorrow and despair.

He seemed like a 0-5 support, watching his 0-12 ADC go fight the enemy's 17-0 ADC, unable to stop it.

"Let's go together!"

Tang Luo reached out and directly dented the thick iron pillar, creating a gap large enough for Li Huan to pass through, then walked to the adjacent cell.

Inside lay another unconscious man, looking even more miserable than the pale-faced, despairing Li Huan.

"It's Rob, he's another one." Greysi said.

Tang Luo likewise broke the iron pillar: "Take him with you."

Greysi nodded, walked in and hoisted Rob up; the unconscious Rob showed no reaction.

"Let's go, sworn brother, I'll now carve a bloody path out for you." Tang Luo said.

"I won't go!" Li Huan glared angrily at Tang Luo.

He realized, the bastard before him had no genuine intention to save him—no, his sincerity was real, but it was built on ignoring Li Huan's own will.

Forced rescue!

Such a thing actually exists in the world!

"Hah." Tang Luo chuckled, "Whether you go or not isn't up to you to decide." Saying that, he was about to act.

"Hey! You crazy?" Li Huan instinctively stepped back, this guy actually wants to fight?

Did he forget everyone here are members of the Wulin Mythology?

"Amitabha." Tang Luo intoned a Buddhist chant, his left hand turned into a blade, landing on Li Huan's neck.

The precisely applied force made Li Huan's body sway twice, then he passed out.

Tang Luo knocking him out was as easy as knocking out an ordinary person.

And the recoil force from the double backlash wasn't even enough to scratch an itch.

Grabbing the unconscious Li Huan, Tang Luo turned to Greysi: "Ready?"

Greysi nodded with a solemn expression, the upcoming battle would likely be a fierce one.

Whether we can break out depends on whether Tang Xuanzang before us is truly that strong.

As long as he's strong enough, even if we can't defeat Rudolf...

Greysi lowered his head slightly, a bone-chilling expression flashed across his face.

Even for the same task, during the journey of gods and demons, there will still be scheming and rivalry, let alone different tasks.

Everyone has their own hidden agenda, each person wears one or several masks.

Tang Luo held the unconscious Li Huan like grabbing a chick, along the upward-spiraling stairs, pushed open the door.

Inside the building, rows of guards with swords and shields had already gathered.

At the front was a man of exaggeratedly tall stature.

Compared to the fully armed guards, this man wore only a cuirass, holding not a sword but a huge axe.

One look and you know he's a battlefield warrior.

"Rudolf?" Tang Luo said, then shook his head to reject it, "No, not like him."

The fierce-looking man before them was young, definitely not Rudolf.

"He seems to be Rudolf's personal guard." Greysi kept searching, but saw no sign of Rudolf.

"Oh." Tang Luo nodded.

"Your Majesty the King is merciful, giving you a chance." The fierce man revealed a sinister smile, "As long as you can defeat me, I'll let you go—"

"Good."

As his words fell, everyone felt a gust of wind, saw Tang Luo already standing beside the fierce man, "Then you guys just move aside."

With his words, the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground rang out.

The axe, as tall as a person, fell to the ground, followed by the fierce man himself, equally heavy, crashing to the ground, life or death unknown.

"..."

"Still not moving aside?" Tang Luo said, "Was I just being fooled earlier? Sure enough, we still have to fight?"

The guards stared at each other, wondering what had just happened?

The one lying on the ground is none other than the first warrior of Taosente! He hadn't even finished his harsh words, how did he suddenly collapse?

Soon, the first guard made way, then the second, then the third.

They had indeed received orders, though puzzled, they didn't dare to disobey.

How to put it? The opponent could instantly defeat Taosente's first warrior, they couldn't even see what had happened.

Facing such an enemy, even with orders, no one would recklessly rush forward to fight to the death.