Chapter 240: Then Don't Leave

At the moment of drawing the blade, Li Huan didn't even think.

He simply vented his inner anger and despair completely, instinctively choosing the person he hated most.

Not Robert, who killed him, but Tang Luo, who stood by and did nothing.

Clearly, all Li Huan needed was a helping hand to complete his mission and leave safely, yet Tang Luo refused to help.

If Tang Luo had helped, none of what happened now would have occurred—including Li Huan's death.

In Li Huan's heart, Tang Luo was the sole culprit behind everything.

Hmm, overall, this way of thinking isn't really problematic.

The six major factions, each with a god-demon wanderer, aside from the neighboring prince's wanderer being slightly farther away, the other god-demon wanderers' tasks were originally closely related.

Pull one thread and the whole body moves.

A god-demon wanderer's actions and behavior also affect other god-demon wanderers, even altering their missions.

Although not explicitly opposed, in practice it's actually several degrees more complex than explicitly opposed tasks.

Tang Luo's actions even landed him on Charles's kill list, becoming part of the Luo Bu mission.

This blame, I can take.

Li Huan's eyes widened; that knife had drained all his essence and energy, yet he stubbornly clung to life, refusing to die.

The blackness in his vision had already begun to spread and occupy.

Death had already descended.

But it doesn't matter—just need to look for 0.5 seconds, a mere instant, to see Tang Xuanzang's death, and Li Huan can close his eyes contentedly.

He doesn't need to hold on for long; an instant is enough.

The blade in Robert's hand appeared before his eyes, while Li Huan's Little Li Flying Knife traced a perfect arc, flying toward Tang Luo's temple.

Sword, wild blade!

Behind Tang Luo stood a large round pillar, leaving no space to dodge.

Ouliyana held her breath, her eyes flashing with strange brilliance.

He reached out—the flying knife was caught in Tang Luo's hand, an ice-cold blade, as cold as snow and frost, about three inches and seven-tenths long.

A red silk ribbon, about a finger's length, hung from its tail.

At the instant Tang Luo chose to grab the flying knife, Robert's sword blade had already fallen onto his throat.

Under the high-speed swing, the sword carried immense force; upon impact, the blade bent and shattered in the next breath.

Robert's face showed a look of shock.

His sword had broken.

Yet the person before him made no attempt to dodge or defend, let alone execute that so-called Du Gu Nine Swords.

This Xuanzang simply stood there, using his own neck to bare-handedly catch the sword.

At the moment the sword blade shattered, Robert saw a slight depression on Tang Luo's neck, which quickly recovered—so fast it seemed like an illusion.

His sword didn't even leave a white mark!

"Thanks." Tang Luo, having caught the flying knife, first fixed his gaze on the stunned expression frozen on Li Huan's face, then spoke to Li Huan's corpse, whose head had exploded like a watermelon the instant he caught the knife.

Then he stabbed Robert with the flying knife.

Robert strained with all his might to dodge, but his vision remained completely occupied by that small knife, by the hand gripping it.

A cold sensation transmitted.

Robert staggered backward, took a few unsteady steps, and clutched his neck.

Blood kept gushing out; he knelt on the ground, arms hanging limp, losing all signs of life.

Ignoring Robert, Tang Luo merely stared at the flying knife in his hand, untouched by a single trace of blood.

This is a piece of equipment.

Little Li Flying Knife

A flying knife forged from cold iron through a thousand hammerings and refinements, cutting iron like mud, blood never sticking.

Attached skill:

Recall: After the flying knife leaves the hand, it can be recalled at any time, instantly appearing in the hand.

Cooldown time: Five minutes.

————This is not a hidden weapon!

Whether it's a hidden weapon or not, Tang Luo doesn't care; being able to obtain a piece of equipment is an unexpected delight.

This Little Li Flying Knife is of little use to Tang Luo; similar items, he has a gold brick, which is far more practical than the Little Li Flying Knife.

Moreover, it better fits Tang Luo's style.

This flying knife will definitely be taken out to sell—there's surely a market—after all, in the martial arts legends, there's still Yunxiao Huan.

Selling it to him would be a good choice.

As for the relationship between Yunxiao Huan and Li Huan, Tang Luo couldn't care less.

If someone wants to avenge him, let them come—whether it's a life-or-death match or a father-son duel, Tang Luo will accept it all.

After glancing at the flying knife, he gripped it reverse-handed, and Tang Luo took a few steps to Li Huan's headless corpse.

Here, a ball of light visible only to him had already appeared.

Li Xuanhuan's fate fragment!

Tang Luo reached out and grabbed it, collecting the fate fragment, not in a hurry to consume it now for healing.

"This guy—how exactly did he die?"

Li Huan's direct cause of death is also hard to determine—whether it was Robert's sword, or the backlash from the contract when he acted against Tang Luo, it's unclear.

The only thing certain is that, seeing Tang Luo catch the flying knife bare-handed before death, Li Huan surely died with his eyes open in anger.

That's basically the situation.

In front of Master Tang, the demons and monsters who died with their eyes open, the evil spirits and monsters, not to mention all kinds of wicked people, were far too many.

Li Huan was not the first, nor will he be the last.

"This... counts as us winning, right?" Tang Luo looked at Ouliana.

"Oh—yes."

Ouliana came to her senses as if from a dream.

The other female sorcerers were the same; this series of events truly took a surprising turn.

It was as if some swordsmanship master's move, like an antelope hanging its horns, left no trace to be found.

The appearance of the grey-clad sword saint—well, death is easier to say, the other female sorcerers might just be surprised, after all, the situation is still under control.

Charles's outburst was also within expectations.

But the immense strength Robert finally displayed exceeded everyone's imagination.

I never thought this swordsmanship master would be such a powerful figure.

Moreover, hearing his words, if this person—without arduous training, even if just practicing step by step, they might well achieve the name of "Sword God."

Such a peerlessly talented individual died just like that from "laziness."

It is also a matter that makes one sigh.

Oh, those who sigh are certainly not those female sorcerers, but those few who, at death's door, struggled desperately, still not fully dead, those swordsmanship masters.

The female sorcerers each stared at Tang Luo with eyes shining.

We already knew the master was strong, but didn't expect him to be this strong! Not just an enlightened holy hand!

Their eyes sparkled repeatedly, exactly like the female demons in Journey to the West—actually, there are some even after Journey to the West.

"That's fine, then I'll go first." Tang Luo said, "By the way, I've arranged the palace maids in one place; once the palace is safe, they can come out."

"Good." Ouliana nodded, but the expression on her face showed she was somewhat absent-minded, lacking the joy of a settled situation.

Tang Luo gave Ouliana a meaningful glance, then turned and left.

Thus, the Five Sins of the Seven Deadly Sins were "wiped out," and they will all "awaken" on Ouliana.

When the Seven Sins gather, what else will happen?

Tang Luo is very much looking forward to it.

The royalists were overthrown; Ouliana faced no more obstacles, smoothly ascended the throne, and became the Queen of Tausent.

But this does not mean Tang Luo's mission is over.

It will probably take some time; Ouliana will finish all the aftermath work before it counts as him completing his mission.

This mission's completion is still quite strict.

On the contrary, it fits Tang Luo's requirement: Ouliana ascending the throne counts as mission completion, and he is at a loss.

After experiencing a little turmoil and upheaval.

Queen Ouliana basically consolidated her rule; it has been seven days since that bloody "enthronement ceremony."

Tang Luo also feels it's about time; if he delays further, who knows—suddenly a beam of white light might fall.

"Doggy, let's go." Tang Luo waved at the Heavenly Howling Dog.

The Heavenly Howling Dog rose from the soft cushion, stretched its body, jumped onto Tang Luo's shoulder, and meowed twice.

Rubbing its head against Tang Luo's face, it was utterly cat-like in its licking.

One person and one cat walked toward the palace.

Entering the gate, there was surely no one to block them; the guards all knew this white-haired Mirror Master was a great contributor to the Queen's successful ascension.

He would surely rise high and mighty, to the position of one below, ten thousand above.

Moreover, with his unclear, ambiguous relationship with the Queen, he might even end up turning things around at night, achieving the feat of one above, ten thousand below.

Before Ouliana ascended, Tang Luo could freely enter and leave the palace; now, no one will stop him.

First, he went to Ouliana's white tower, was told the Queen was not there but in the palace.

So Tang Luo went to the palace again.

This palace, magnificent in appearance, if not lit inside, would seem somewhat deep and spacious; this period has also been full of disasters, with countless deaths.

From Rudolf to the last of the royalists.

The blood shed was enough to dye every inch of the palace floor red.

Some ministers actually suggested demolishing and rebuilding the palace; during this time, they stood inside, and even in broad daylight, they felt a gloomy, eerie chill.

No one knows when it will be put on the agenda.

The palace gates were tightly shut; the guards outside did not stop Tang Luo, he pushed open the heavy door and walked in.

"Darker than before, just sitting there in pitch black?" Tang Luo entered the palace, the gate closing behind him.

The red carpet beneath his feet led straight to Ouliana's throne.

There, Ouliana sat upright; light from the window behind her shone down, yet it could not dispel the darkness around her.

"You haven't left yet, Master?" Ouliana did not answer Tang Luo's words, but instead asked back.

Her voice carried a strange emphasis, somewhat like an echo, somewhat like many people speaking at once.

"Leave? Go where?" Tang Luo felt somewhat puzzled.

"Master, are you really not understanding?" Ouliana slowly rose, stepped down from the throne, and looked at Tang Luo as she spoke.

Drawing closer, the heavy shadow on her body faded somewhat.

One could see her dignified, splendid attire, the crown she wore, and a pair of dazzling eyes.

"You should leave; when you leave, Tausent will truly belong to me." Ouliana spoke in a faint tone.

"Oh!"

Tang Luo clapped his hands and suddenly understood, "So that's how it is!"

He is a brute, but not a true fool; Olyana grasped it at once.

Tang Luo's strength is too great; with him in Tausen, Olyana does not truly control this country.

Even if Tang Luo has no intention of meddling in Tausen, his strength exists as an objective condition.

To Olyana, only when Tang Luo disappears and leaves does she truly control this country.

This mission is closely tied to the mission target itself; once the objective conditions are met, the target's subjective will becomes the final step to completing the mission.

Olyana did not "agree," so the mission naturally cannot be completed.

"I just came to take a look; after seeing... I should leave." Tang Luo said.

"Since you came." Olyana shifted her tone, "Then don't leave."

"Alright." Tang Luo laughed and agreed.

At the moment Olyana spoke those words, his mission information appeared, then changed——

Stay away from the source of evil, and return immediately after leaving.