Chapter 758

A group of people suddenly appeared righteous and unyielding, as if the next second they would "rather die than submit."

Vida sneered inwardly; these guys, when they came looking for them back then, didn't show their bones to be this hard.

Now it's just one step away from success, so why did it suddenly start up again?

Isn't it just acting? Isn't it just thinking that if something goes wrong, they'll pin the blame on him and make him take the fall?

Wavering between two sides!

Unlike him, Vida, who was very straightforward, just wanted to do the Venerable Monk Xuanzang a favor.

No one could stop him!

If he didn't do this favor, it wouldn't work — he'd lose his life!

On the surface, however, Vida didn't sneer at all; on the contrary, he was very calm, merely nodding steadily: "Absolutely no problem."

There was no further explanation either.

What was there to explain? If you really don't believe me, you can still rush out now and it's not too late.

Vida couldn't fall out with people either; he still had to get by in this small patch of territory later on.

If he offended everyone, he wouldn't have a good time — he couldn't just run away, could he?

"Then, shall we begin?" someone said, their voice not very steady.

The rest looked at each other, each seeing complex emotions in the other's eyes.

They were all Divine-Demon Walkers, and elites among Divine-Demon Walkers at that, so why was the gap between them so large?

Someone else's single word made them devote themselves wholeheartedly and rush about, causing over ten thousand Divine-Demon Walkers to "flutter and dance."

And merely to practice a skill.

Fine, if it really was entirely for practicing a skill, everyone would instead feel glad — at least it meant nothing major was going on.

But if it wasn't...

These Divine-Demon Walkers were normally high and mighty; in a fit of rage, blood would flow, enough to stir up a storm of carnage — they were big shots.

Yet before that monk, they were like toys casually manipulated, executors of his will, not possessing a shred of courage to resist.

They cherished their lives.

As powerful Divine-Demon Walkers, when they had to stake their lives, they had no choice but to stake their lives.

When they didn't need to stake their lives, they instead lacked that fierce, intrepid spirit.

Tang Luo didn't coerce them; he hadn't even met them face to face.

It was just that Vida brought Tang Luo's "order," and just like that, these people quickly compromised.

It wasn't like their lives were being taken; they'd resist when the time really came.

As for boiling a frog in warm water, that wasn't it either, because the other party didn't need to use such a method to kill them.

They could do it directly with thunderous means.

We are strong, but someone is stronger — stronger beyond compare, impossible to resist.

"Since Yu was born, why was Liang also born?" — everyone's inner "gilding-the-lily thoughts" were exactly like that.

Soon, everyone reached a consensus, composed themselves, and began to act.

News about the impostors' whereabouts began to spread continuously.

Numerous Divine-Demon Walkers learned that those impostors had already been discovered and were currently being hunted down.

Locations were leaked, and Divine-Demon Walkers kept joining this lineup.

An hour later, the impostors were forced by a crowd of Divine-Demon Walkers into a huge sports arena.

There were tens of thousands of spectator seats there.

It was currently closed to the public, with no one around; the big-shot Divine-Demon Walkers moved swiftly, using their factions and strength, through various means turning the arena into a place completely belonging to Divine-Demon Walkers.

Only Divine-Demon Walkers could enter, and they temporarily couldn't leave.

Those few impostors hid among them, yet they were like turtles in a jar, unable to fly even with wings.

As time passed, more and more Divine-Demon Walkers arrived, entered the arena, searching for traces of those few impostors.

Several battles occurred in the process.

Unfortunately the impostors' strength was extremely formidable; not only were they not caught, they injured their opponents and fled in panic, hiding once more in the arena.

But this was of no use.

Because the arena had already been completely sealed off; they couldn't get out, like birds in a cage, merely engaging in a final struggle.

At this moment, the Divine-Demon Walkers in the arena already numbered over ten thousand, most in groups of three or five, scattered throughout, searching for the impostors' tracks.

Among them, quite a few gritted their teeth in hatred; they were Divine-Demon Walkers who had been schemed against by the impostors.

The other party's an incomparably strange skill would make them lose reason, become incomparably furious, wanting to beat him to death.

Then they would pass out with their whole bodies turning black, as if electrocuted.

At first, someone thought it was a skill called "Taunt," but later felt it wasn't like that.

One, a Taunt's "power" isn't that great.

Two, a Taunt skill wouldn't make someone get electrocuted and pass out.

The other party definitely used some other unknown means.

Their strength was quite considerable, but it didn't matter; at that time, the impostors faced dozens of people, at most over a hundred; now, they face over ten thousand Divine-Demon Walkers.

This is a true overwhelming trend! An irresistible overwhelming trend!

The final fate can only be destruction!

The Divine-Demon Walkers gathered in the arena grew more and more numerous.

Vida and the others felt increasingly uneasy; the number of Divine-Demon Walkers was a bit too high, and there were even experts not weaker than them entering the arena, searching for the so-called impostors.

The equipment, items, and such they offered clearly shouldn't have much appeal to experts of this caliber.

Why would those people appear?

Without a doubt, their appearance was naturally for the words "Demon Monk Xuanzang."

Anything related to him was absolutely no small matter.

Vida and the others discovered they seemed to already be sitting atop a volcano crater; the situation's development had already exceeded their control.

Tens of thousands of God-Demon Walkers walking about — once their power erupted, it was absolutely not something they could resist.

Even adding in their subordinates, it still wouldn't work.

Moreover, speaking of it, their subordinates who were God-Demon Walkers were also kept in the dark, unaware of the truth of the matter.

"How about we call it quits here?" someone spoke up.

Looking at Vida, as the Demon Monk's contact, you should show some indication.

"Mm, I think it's about time too," Vida said, stopping while ahead, wanting to finish the matter early.

"Wait."

Just at this moment, a voice sounded, and a faint breeze brushed through the room.

Along with this wind, a person's figure appeared.

This person wore white robes, faintly emitting a trace of silver light, black long hair, and a pair of small sharp dragon horns on his forehead.

Both pupils were golden vertical pupils, faintly exuding an imposing pressure.

"Young Master Yulong." Vida immediately stood up, quite respectful.

No matter how you put it, Ao Yulie's strength was stronger than his, worthy of his respect.

"Mm."

Ao Yulie nodded slightly, gaze sweeping across the venue, "Continue waiting, wait until all the God-Demon Walkers currently rushing over have fallen into the trap; don't rush to close the door now."

Even though the venue already held over ten thousand God-Demon Walkers, there were still God-Demon Walkers rushing over.

A rough estimate: in the next few hours, the total number of God-Demon Walkers would rise to nearly twenty to thirty thousand.

This quantity was already considerably massive.

If it were before the God-Demon Game's "expanded recruitment," it would absolutely be impossible to have this many God-Demon Walkers arrive in a short time.

Even, perhaps all God-Demon Walkers living in North America numbered only this much.

"This... with more people, we can't control them anymore," Vida said.

"No matter, no need for you to control them; you just need to let people in," Ao Yulie said.

The crowd of God-Demon Walkers all felt some alarm.

Is it really just practicing a skill?

The current situation... won't it suddenly turn on them?

Turn into a devastating blow against them Western God-Demon Walkers?

"Sigh."

As if seeing through everyone's thoughts, Ao Yulie sighed, "You lot, how can swallows and sparrows understand the ambition of a swan?"

This saying is quite famous, and with language comprehension, everyone understood it.

"Master is really just practicing a skill, you're overthinking it," Ao Yulie added.

Someone fell into deep thought.

This isn't right — judging by the scale of the matter, practicing a skill is the swallow's ambition; wiping out all their God-Demon Walkers is what the swan would do.

Oh my god! I'm done for!

Instantly trembling all over.

"Forget it, forget it, can't get through to you lot, all sit down," Ao Yulie waved a hand, "Let us quietly watch the show, don't pull any tricks."

The moment his words fell, someone pulled a trick.

Fled instantly.

Then a flash of lightning, lying on the ground convulsing, electric arcs still flickering on the body, undergoing continuous electrotherapy.

"What this Young Master said is true, not deceiving you," Ao Yulie said, "You think carefully — if you were a butcher, would you lie to a pig before slaughtering it saying: relax, I won't kill you."

"..."

"..."

Very reasonable words, impossible to refute, just makes you want to beat him up.

Time passed minute by minute, second by second, from evening to deep night.

The God-Demon Walkers inside the venue had already exceeded twenty thousand; the hubbub of voices could be described as deafening.

Fortunately the venue was already completely sealed; not a shred of sound leaked out; from outside it looked just like an ordinary closed venue state.

Suddenly, a broadcast voice rang out inside the venue: "Hey, can you hear me? Hello everyone, I am the person you are searching for; I will appear at the venue center in one minute; everyone, don't miss it."

The sound spread to every corner of the venue.

The crowd of God-Demon Walkers moved immediately.

Even the God-Demon Walkers in the toilets pulled up their pants at the fastest speed and ran outside.

To tell the truth, at this time, many God-Demon Walkers' thoughts had already changed.

No longer thinking about finding the imposter to gain rewards.

They only wanted to see how the imposter at the vortex center would disappear.

With such a big commotion, absolutely cannot miss it.

In less than thirty seconds, the vast majority of God-Demon Walkers had appeared, most in the stands, watching the venue center.

The one minute mark arrived.

At that place of ten thousand gazes, a figure appeared.

Not tall, white-haired, with a youthful appearance.

He raised his head, scanning the entire venue, revealing a smile.

Not bad, so many people.

Tang Luo's appearance caused many demonic wanderers to halt their steps.

These confident ones walking toward the central position were demonic wanderers of considerable strength, many not inferior to Weida and others.

But now, they each stopped in their tracks, bodies frozen stiff, not daring to move.

In their hearts, they cursed Weida and others profusely—how could this be an imposter of the demonic monk Xuanzang!

This is simply the demonic monk Xuanzang himself!

At this moment, Tang Luo was already wearing the brocade kasaya, very conspicuous.

"Demon... Saint..."

The demonic wanderer nearest to him could not even finish a sentence.

Tang Luo also did not waste time, his body floating in the air, one meter above the ground, so everyone could see and hear clearly: "You all, come beat me quickly!"

A very provocative remark.

Over twenty thousand demonic wanderers had the string named reason in their minds snap on the spot.

Don't stop me! I'll kill him tonight! No one's words will work!

Everyone was of one mind, so no one obstructed.

Roaring, they charged toward Tang Luo.

And some of the stronger demonic wanderers, even in anger, maintained good combat awareness, directly using skills.

At this moment, they emitted astonishing battle intent.

The power about to erupt could turn the entire venue and surrounding areas into utter ruins.

But the next second, everyone's legs went weak, they fell face down, tumbling in a heap.

Those leaping in mid-air fell straight to the ground, looking utterly miserable.

The attacks of the few skills that were unleashed sliced through the air, flying toward Tang Luo's face, melting like snowflakes.

Weida and others, who had witnessed the entire process, shuddered violently.

As if the ones who had fallen were them.

"I'm fine." Tang Luo's gaze fell upon this place, and he spoke with his lips.

"Good." Ao Yulie stood up, clasped his hands toward the crowd, "Thank you, benefactors, for your kindness. Until we meet again, may we reunite if fate allows."

Having said that, he turned his body, transforming into a stream of light that shattered the tempered bulletproof glass and departed.

The cold wind from the high altitude poured into the room.

Weida and others were blown by the cold wind, suddenly "awakening," they looked toward the venue.

There, Tang Xuanzang had already vanished.