Chapter 312

It is well known that after signing the contract, one attacks fellow members of the Wulin Myth.

Once the opponent is injured, they will suffer twice the damage as backlash.

Tang Luo merely made a feint, forcing Bian Que to act, which instead made him the first to strike and hit Tang Luo.

The poisonous hand claw grabbed Tang Luo's wrist, and the poison spread.

Normally, Bian Que would suffer twice the damage, including the spreading poison.

But Bian Que's situation is clear to everyone—he suffered no backlash damage at all!

"Huu—"

Bian Que exhaled a large breath, released his grip and stepped back, "Really close, glad I pulled back in time."

"Pulled back?"

Others were not exactly satisfied with this answer.

Just seeing Tang Luo's wrist rapidly recover, ultimately leaving not a trace, it really seemed Bian Que had pulled back at the critical moment?

"Could I really be hurt by my own poison? Even if doubled?" Bian Que complained.

That sounds somewhat reasonable—he is certainly an expert in poison use; if he were to be injured by his own timely withdrawal of the "double poison" on the poisonous hand claw, that would be rather funny.

"Whether or not, we'll know if we try." Tang Luo smiled, and struck again.

Before Bian Que could react, he still maintained the poisonous hand claw state, his right wrist was grabbed by Tang Luo and violently bent inward.

With a crisp crack, Bian Que's wrist was bent by Tang Luo into a strange angle, not to mention, his five fingers were also brought along, stabbing into his chest.

"Let us see how much resistance Bian Facade has to his own poison." Tang Luo said, releasing his hand.

How much resistance could there be?

Seeing Bian Que instinctively retreat two steps, the abnormal color rapidly appearing on his face shows the poison on the poisonous hand claw is absolutely not something he can casually endure.

Bian Que is not a poison person.

Being skilled in using poison does not mean being skilled in "resisting poison"—the two are actually different concepts.

Everyone was just momentarily led around by Bian Que and hadn't reacted yet.

"It seems someone indeed bypassed, even tore up the contract, but this person is not the poor monk, rather Bian Facade." Tang Luo spoke.

Bian Que had no leisure to respond to Tang Luo's words, he hastily used a deadly spirit medicine, took it, and quickly resolved the poison spreading on his body.

At this point, even if one said a flower, what use would it be?

"..."

Bian Que covered his broken right hand, his face darkened to the extreme.

"How did he bypass the contract?"

"Could it be unilateral—"

"Don't be foolish, how could a contract be unilaterally torn?"

A contract cannot be unilaterally torn by the signatory; only the high echelons of Wulin Myth can remove a person.

If signatories could unilaterally tear contracts, one could feign joining Wulin Myth, then tear the contract, ambush, and who knows how much damage would result.

The contract would not leave such an obvious loophole.

"No need to worry." Kong Ming said, "Just like Bloody Mary killing with a mirror. Bian Que's situation should also be a rare individual case; if I'm not mistaken, you should have defected to the Divine Alliance."

Wanting to unilaterally tear or bypass the contract is absolutely not a simple matter.

As the foundation of Wulin Myth, if the contract could be easily damaged, Wulin Myth could not have developed to its current extent.

But this does not mean the contract is unsolvable.

Kong Ming believes the Divine Alliance, as Wulin Myth's old rival, holding similar methods is not impossible.

However, to achieve this, one must certainly pay a certain price.

"For one or two years there have been no major upheavals or conflicts, the Divine Alliance seems to be stirring again."

The Dragon King immediately understood Kong Ming's meaning, coldly chuckled, and said, first stabilize everyone then speak.

By now, it is already clear this is not two isolated incidents.

Bian Que has already colluded with the Divine Alliance, leading to today's events.

"Petty methods." Kong Ming commented, "The effect of disgusting people outweighs real blows."

Though he said this with his mouth, his heart harbored a hint of coldness.

He did not know whether the Divine Alliance had discovered Tang Luo's strength, or merely regarded Tang Luo as a promising newcomer.

Regardless of which possibility, the Divine Alliance's scheming this time can be counted as an extremely sinister scheme to sow discord.

And, it is nearly successful—if not for Tang Luo's enlightenment reaching the level of resurrecting the dead.

Kong Ming leans toward the Divine Alliance regarding Tang Luo as a promising newcomer, unwilling to see Wulin Myth's rival grow strong, hence today's events.

After all, Tang Luo's strength to what extent, relatively speaking, only a few people know.

Most of the demonic gods' wandering impression of the Monk Xuanzang should be third-stage demonic gods' wandering, and skilled in enlightening salvation.

The Divine Alliance's "accidental hit," missed the vital point by a little.

Fortunately, Tang Luo did not say "Father explains you mother," then directly act, but happily started advertising.

At this moment, Kong Ming felt immensely grateful for the existence of the "Subdue Demons Eliminate Evil · Enlightenment Society."

"Bian Que, if I remember correctly, you have an illegitimate son raised abroad since childhood, you spend one-third of your time each year accompanying him."

Kong Ming looked at Bian Que and continued, "You were discovered by the Divine Alliance of your true identity, your son was used as a hostage to threaten you, or..."

"Is there a difference?" Bian Que's broken hand had nearly recovered normalcy, he said coldly.

Kong Ming's words were basically correct.

Bian Que indeed colluded with the Divine Alliance—no, should say he should be considered as having joined the Divine Alliance.

He was not threatened, but also not actively defected and defected to the Divine Alliance.

Because Bian Que's most favored illegitimate son became a God-Demon Walker and joined the League of Gods, and on top of his plummeting status in the martial world's mythology, he could not accept the disparity.

Bian Que simply "turned traitor".

With his level, entering the League of Gods, he could still live a carefree and comfortable life.

Before leaving, he could also screw Tang Luo over once; with good luck, he might even screw him to death — why not do it?

Li Gui fell for it so easily because when Bian Que came to his room, he slipped some hallucinogenic drugs; Li Gui was not in a normal state from the start.

What the League of Gods truly wanted Bian Que to do was just this matter, then secretly fan the flames and create enmity.

Slapping them in the face publicly counted as Bian Que acting on his own initiative; in his heart, he truly could not swallow his anger over the past matter.

The contract on his body was also torn up for him by the League of Gods — with Bian Que's utility, he could make the League of Gods pay a certain price.

However, the disappearance of the Fate Fragment had nothing to do with Bian Que; it was directly taken away by the League of Gods.

"You bastard!"

Li Gui was furious beyond control, yet he did not rush over to fight Bian Que; there were many big shots present, he had lost his Fate Fragment himself and was currently weak; rushing up would instead add trouble for others.

"Hehe." Bian Que sneered, "Since you've guessed everything, I won't waste words either. Arrange a ship for me; after I leave safely, the antidote will naturally be given to you."

"Antidote?"

Someone froze for a moment, then immediately understood.

Bian Que had secretly poisoned them!

"Understood? Now the lives of everyone on the whole ship are controlled in my hands." Bian Que laughed, "Every sip of water you've drunk, and every trace of air in the public lounge, hides poison."

"Oh, also have to thank the Dragon King for gathering everyone here; after all, not everyone has drunk water."

Kong Ming said coldly, "Are you thinking too beautifully?"

"Oh? You mean this Master Xuanzang." Bian Que looked at Tang Luo and said, "Tsk tsk, a dead man resurrected; alright, I admit this is a realm I haven't even touched. But, you can save one person — can you save this many people?"

"Want to compare? Is your speed of saving people faster, or is my poison's speed of killing people faster?"

When saying this line, Bian Que looked at Tang Luo, his gaze burning.

Tang Luo did not answer, directly striking out ruthlessly.

"Truly a cold-natured, hypocritical demon monk!"

Bian Que was not angry but laughed instead; he clapped his hands fiercely before his body, a gust of wind blew out, a faint fragrance filled the entire lounge.

Not a counterattack, not a dodge; Bian Que's face carried a cold smile.

Because he knew, someone would "help" him.

Sure enough, a figure appeared before him, actively blocking Tang Luo.

"Master Xuanzang, please..." That person Tang Luo did not recognize; after blocking him, he couldn't even finish a sentence, his expression quite ugly.

In the lounge, some weaker God-Demon Walkers simply half-kneeled on the ground.

Including Kong Ming and the Dragon King, their expressions weren't good either, but at least they still had the power to fight, and were already standing on Bian Que's left and right sides.

In Kong Ming's hand, there was additionally an ancient, broad-bladed blue sword.

"Ten seconds." Bian Que, controlling the situation, laughed, "Ten seconds later the first corpse will appear; your little girl might just be it."

An An behind Tang Luo had a pale-white face, yet her lips bore an eerie purplish-red.

Her body swayed, barely holding on without falling.

Those with severe poisoning had symptoms pretty much the same as An An.

Seeing Tang Luo turn his head to look at her, An An forced a smile: "Brother, I'm fine."

"Oh, so it's your younger sister." Bian Que said, "No wonder you care so much; then let's start saving from her, but that one is going to die."

Following the direction Bian Que pointed, everyone saw a member already lying on the ground, body curled up, vitality gradually dissipating.

The situation was extremely critical; and on this side, after Bian Que finished speaking, An An's body swayed, and she could no longer hold on, collapsing headfirst.

Tang Luo caught An An, looking at Bian Que.

"Amitabha." He placed one hand vertically at his chest, intoning a Buddhist invocation.

"Hahaha!" Bian Que laughed wildly, "A Buddhist invocation? What can your Buddha do for you?"

"Benefactor Bian, does this of yours even count as poison?" Tang Luo's tone was flat.

"You—" Bian Que only spat out one word, his face changed, he nearly knelt on the ground.

Because all God-Demon Walkers, the moment Tang Luo finished intoning that Buddhist invocation, had already recovered to normal.

The entire lounge was filled with terrifying killing intent.

This killing intent targeted only Bian Que alone.

The dense killing intent seemed like a hand, gripping Bian Que's limbs, torso, neck, head, making him unable to move, fundamentally unable to breathe, dragging him toward hell.

He could only watch helplessly as Tang Luo's palm reached out again, filling his vision.

Different from the previous two times, not a probe, and no one would block for him.

A light pat; the horrified expression on Bian Que's face vanished — his entire head was slapped into his chest cavity.

"Amitabha." Tang Luo intoned another Buddhist invocation.

"Brother, this Amitabha, does it mean 'hehe'?" An An asked.

"No, the previous one was 'hehe'; this one is 'dumb-ass'."

Killing to the heart.

The not-yet-dead Bian Que's body twitched once, then thoroughly lost all breath.