Chapter 230: Can You Run Away?

Tang Luo blocked the view, so I couldn't see Snow White.

Gladstone's face immediately turned fierce, his crimson eyes fixed on Tang Luo like knives, wishing to gouge out flesh.

"Stay calm." Sneck said beside Gladstone.

This white-haired man looked fearless, and with the small village formed behind him in this forest,

he was probably not a simple character; rash conflict would not be wise.

"Calm down? You tell me to calm down?" Gladstone suddenly turned his head to look at Sneck.

Those crimson eyes made Sneck jump in alarm.

"That cat killed my Mia, how am I supposed to stay calm?" Gladstone did not voice his true feelings.

At the moment he saw the woman in the crystal coffin, all his instincts screamed wildly, demanding he merge with that woman.

As a result, the nine great beauties he had spent years collecting and crafting instantly turned into clay chickens and pottery dogs.

Even if they were torn apart again in front of Gladstone now, Gladstone would not frown at all.

At most, he would be annoyed that his strength was affected.

Half of Gladstone's strength lay in those puppets.

"Mia?" Tang Luo looked at the Heavenly Roar Dog, "Dog, did you eat a person?"

The Heavenly Roar Dog shook its head repeatedly, she wasn't, she didn't, she only ate a puppet.

Tang Luo was just asking casually, not paying attention.

"I'll do it." Sneck said, looking at Tang Luo, getting straight to the point, "Exchange?"

"Exchange?" Tang Luo asked, "Exchange what?"

The neighboring prince and his demonic divine march truly made him wait.

But it wasn't waiting by the stump for a rabbit; it was "unintentional insertion of willow leads to shade," brought by the Heavenly Roar Dog and Amira.

The result was the same—after all, it was a good thing.

Charles from the other side looked at Gladstone, puzzled for a moment, then shouted angrily: "So it's you, you bastard!"

He recalled that he had actually seen Gladstone a few years ago.

It was considered a friendly visit between neighboring countries; Gladstone had once come to Taosent.

He had friendly exchanges with Rudolf and Oliana, and Charles was present accompanying them.

At that time, Charles had some impression; Gladstone's gaze toward Oliana made Charles feel extremely uncomfortable.

Full of aggression, like a lustful little wolf dog.

Although Charles didn't like Oliana, that was still the royal family's private matter behind closed doors.

What business is it of yours, neighboring prince?

Gladstone also didn't expect that his momentary inattentive glance, which even Rudolf hadn't noticed, was observed by this little prince.

The grudge was thus formed for no clear reason, typical of starting from "what are you looking at?"

Gladstone looked at Charles, frowning, thinking for a while but still couldn't figure out who this dirty little brat in tattered clothes was.

Men, he usually couldn't be bothered to remember.

But for a beautiful woman like a flower, even a fleeting glance, Gladstone could firmly engrave in his mind, never to forget.

Charles wasn't stupid either; at least now he's much smarter than before.

Seeing Gladstone frown and ponder, he knew Gladstone had already forgotten him, and instantly his heart burned with anger.

Facing Tang Luo, who played with him one-handed like a ball, Charles could still suppress his anger, but facing others, the sin of wrath would not be contained.

A howling sound of breaking air came.

Charles, who had just been there, leapt up, jumped into midair, and brought down his broken sword toward Gladstone.

The immense pressure made Gladstone's white horse beneath him let out an uneasy neigh, its front hooves involuntarily rearing.

Sneck on the other side was stunned, not expecting the transaction to have just begun, not even having said what was being exchanged, when fighting broke out directly.

Moreover, the one who struck was a little brat, making Sneck extremely displeased; he suddenly raised his hand, actually choosing to meet force with force?

A strand of black energy twisted and rushed toward Charles, striking first.

It could hit Charles before he struck Gladstone; this black energy was poisonous, lacking impact force, the true harm coming from the poison.

If Charles dodged, this poison would not harm him.

If Charles wanted a mutual destruction, Sneck wouldn't lose either—after all, injury wasn't Sneck's concern.

Even if half of Gladstone's strength was in the puppets, it wouldn't be enough to be beheaded by this single sword.

Charles surged with anger, so he wouldn't hold back because of a strand of black energy; he swung his sword down regardless.

Gladstone narrowed his eyes, directly abandoning his white horse beneath him, leaping backward to dodge.

Charles had always been strong in strength but lacking in agility; now in midair, it was even harder to change his attack direction.

The broken sword fell straight down, blood splattered, the horse let out a mournful cry, collapsed to the ground, and soon fell silent.

One sword strike killed Gladstone's white horse, without harming Gladstone in the slightest.

On his face, instead, a flash of black energy passed by, having been poisoned by Sneck's toxin.

For now, nothing could be seen; as time slowly accumulated, this little brat would suffer.

One horse exchanged for one hostage—no loss either way.

A cold, sinister smile appeared in Sneck's heart.

After missing his strike and landing, Charles relentlessly charged toward Gladstone again.

Behind him, a puppet moved silently, lifted its foot, and kicked Charles in the waist, specifically the lower back, extremely vicious.

Charles' combat experience was severely lacking; he was kicked down by the immensely strong puppet, rolled several times, felt his whole body numb and sore, combined with Sneck's poison, he couldn't even stand up.

"Good."

Sneek muttered inwardly.

It was a happy thing to cripple that white-haired man's arm so quickly.

He never imagined that Tang Luo and Charles were not allies at all, nor were they the companions he had imagined.

"Can we talk now?" Sneek gestured to Gladstone to calm down with his eyes, then looked at Tang Luo and asked.

"Always have been," Tang Luo said with interest, "what do you want to trade with me?"

"The Snow White behind you," Sneek said, "give her to us."

"What do you want to trade with?" Tang Luo asked.

"Those two," Sneek pointed to the half-awake Amelia and Charles lying on the ground, "they were poisoned by me; if I don't detoxify them, they will surely die."

"Was it you who poisoned them?" Tang Luo asked.

"Yes," Sneek said, "how about it, consider it."

"Not bad," Tang Luo said.

"Not bad?" Sneek wondered, what does "not bad" mean?

"Can be salvaged," Tang Luo said, casually grabbing with the Capturing Dragon Hand.

The broken sword Charles had just flown out with was caught in his hand.

"You don't care about their lives? Want to——"

Before he could finish the sentence, Sneek felt a wave of dizziness, as if he had been shoved into a washing machine, his vision spinning wildly.

Finally, his vision froze, and he seemed to see a headless corpse.

The corpse looked especially familiar, as if——it was himself!

"My head, was it cut off?" Sneek stared at the headless corpse as it slowly fell.

Above the neck, a pair of eerie vertical-pupil snake eyes stared wide, gradually losing their luster.

The break in the neck was exactly facing the ground, the head stood upright, dying with eyes open.

One sword, beheading!

Tang Luo, however, slightly frowned, looking at the Heavenly Roar Dog: "Dog, did he run away?"

Killing Sneek did not yield any merit power.

Either find a Sneek who is not a bad person, but his earlier performance—sinister and the faint bloody aura on him—indicates he is no good sort.

Or, Sneek did not die, and escaped by some means.

The Heavenly Roar Dog ran over, nudged up to Sneek's head, pawed it aside, and revealed a small, inconspicuous hole on the ground.

A snake no more than twenty centimeters long, as thick as a finger, had just disappeared into it.

"Meow!"

The Heavenly Roar Dog barked at Tang Luo, indicating this thing was Sneek.

Spirit Snake Escape.

A one-time-use skill of Sneek's, passive.

When the main body suffers a fatal blow, it can transfer consciousness entirely to the hidden, nurtured special small snake inside the body, thus gaining an extra life.

But from then on, if there is no further fortunate encounter, he will likely spend his entire life trapped in the small snake's body.

As for lifespan, it is no longer the original lifespan, but that of an ordinary snake.

Similar to drinking poison to quench thirst, a skill for clinging to life.

But better to die than live in disgrace—don't forget, gods and demons walking the world are not ordinary people; entering the mission world, danger and opportunity coexist.

Restoring a human form is not a daydream.

Sneek is now desperately burrowing into the ground; restoring his human form, among other things, is also something to consider after escaping with his life.

"Can you run away?"

Suddenly, Sneek "heard" a familiar-sounding phrase.

This phrase, he had said when Amelia fled.

Later, he also found Amelia.

Tang Luo lifted his foot, stepped down, and the ground trembled slightly.

Sneek felt the surrounding soil, which was somewhat loose, instantly become firm, then squeeze in from all directions toward him.

If he were in human form, such intensity would at most make Sneek feel some chest tightness and discomfort.

But now, his fragile snake body——

"Pfft!"

Sneek turned into a blob of blurred flesh and blood underground.

"Just as it should be," feeling the increase in merit power, Tang Luo slightly nodded, confirming that this evil person had indeed been salvaged.

Turning his head to look at all the summoned puppets, with Gladstone gathered before him, Tang Luo smiled warmly: "Looking at this donor's attire, he must surely be the prince from next door."

Gladstone said: "Yes."

He had crossed hands with Sneek; under the condition that both sides still had hidden cards, their strength was evenly matched.

Even if those cards were played, it would not change the fifty-fifty situation——it would only become mutual injury or even both dead.

But this white-haired man, in an instant, had slain Sneek.

Until death, Sneek couldn't even react in time.

Gladstone himself hadn't even seen how this man made his move, only catching a glimpse of his afterimage.

Most crucially, Sneek's last lifesaving measure seemed to have been easily broken by the opponent.

With such strength, Gladstone is no match!

The white horse was killed; the horse Sneek rode had already been startled away when the attack began.

Gladstone could only pin his hopes on his status as a prince having some effect.

At the very least, he hoped it could buy time for his escape.

As for Snow White inside the crystal coffin, he could only seek another opportunity.

Gladstone would not give up.