Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting-Chapter 272 - 146: Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, You Don’t Need to Spare My Life Anymore_3
Wuying Gao’s gaze sharpened, his murderous intent increasing: "Release my big brother, or the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold will flatten your Suzhou Demon Suppression Bureau!"
Prisoner Dragon Stronghold?
Li Qingmeng’s eyes showed a heavy look, it was actually those bandits from the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold.
"And you, Sun Jinglin, are you here for the prison break too?"
Wei Fan had never heard of the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, and didn’t care even if he had.
He looked toward Sun Jinglin.
This guy was cultivating Demon Skill secretly, yet he had the guts to join a prison break.
As he knew, Sun Jinglin was merely a Jianghu Wanderer, not appearing to have any connection with the people inside the prison carriage.
Sun Jinglin was already feeling his scalp go numb.
He had realized that he seemed to be caught up in something truly frightening, the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold!
Wei Fan didn’t know what it was, but he did.
This was a terrifying force rampaging through the Great Victory Dynasty, specializing in robbery and murder, even the Great Victory Dynasty was at a loss against them.
Not only the Great Victory Dynasty, the reputation of the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold was immense in the surrounding dynasties as well.
With just one punch, he was dragged into the affairs of the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold.
"I... don’t know how my son offended you all, I just came to rescue him, my earlier offense was unintentional!"
He spoke stiffly.
Originally, it was just a casual punch to teach a lesson to those who kidnapped his beloved son, who could have thought a punch would provoke several Divine Realm experts.
"He’s here looking for trouble..."
Wei Fan looked at Li Qingmeng, unexpectedly the Silver Sword man was Sun Jinglin’s son, no wonder there was so much resentment towards him.
Then he looked coldly at Sun Jinglin: "You’re saving your son, and you’re attacking me?"
Sun Jinglin’s scalp went numb, he just wanted to establish his might, who would have thought his target was also a Divine Realm Martial Sect, seemingly a master from the Demon Suppression Bureau.
"Friend, since we’re both here to rescue people, why not cooperate together?" Fu Zhuolin looked at Sun Jinglin: "Leave these two to us brothers, you just help release our people, afterwards, the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold will surely reward you handsomely."
They hadn’t realized that Wei Fan and Li Qingmeng weren’t together.
Sun Jinglin didn’t dare to speak.
He had family and assets, getting involved with the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold meant awaiting extermination, unless he could kill all these people.
"Since Sun Jinglin is here for me, I’ll take care of it; handle your own issue!"
Li Qingmeng spoke.
She still wanted to see what this confident guy looked like when faced with a three-on-one battle, but since Sun Jinglin was here to rescue the Silver Sword man, she couldn’t stand by idly.
"Sun Jinglin dares not act!"
Wei Fan shook his head, confident that Sun Jinglin wouldn’t interfere, meaning the only ones to deal with were Wuying Gao and Fu Zhuolin from the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold.
He then stopped paying attention to Sun Jinglin, shifting his gaze to Wuying Gao and Fu Zhuolin: "You came to rescue Wu Yinglong, how did you know we would pass through here?"
This task had been reported by Deng Boyong, and it was a last-minute decision to transport that night, apart from a few, everyone who knew about it on the Suzhou Demon Suppression Bureau’s side was locked in the Great Prison, the only problematic area was Tongzhou, although it might not have been a leak.
After all, at the Divine Realm level, many methods are unfathomable.
Wuying Gao shouted: "Enough talk, if you release my big brother, I can spare your life today!"
He didn’t answer Wei Fan’s question.
Seeing this, Wei Fan didn’t continue to delve, a gentle stamp of his foot, and the prison carriage below cracked open, revealing the unconscious Wu Yinglong.
He was bound in chains all over, with Golden Needles piercing through his Dantian acupoints, his broken jaw from Wei Fan’s grip still grotesquely twisted.
Seeing Wu Yinglong in such a miserable state, Wuying Gao’s eyes almost popped: "Release my big brother!"
Wuying Gao wanted to rush over, but saw Wei Fan bend down to lift Wu Yinglong, and urgently halted his steps.
Wei Fan remained expressionless: "With two Divine Realm attempting a prison break, to prevent the prisoner from being taken, we are forced to execute on site."
As he spoke, he struck like slapping a watermelon, bursting Wu Yinglong’s head, shattering his Divine Soul.
Then he raised his head to look at Wuying Gao and Fu Zhuolin: "Now you have no big brother, and you don’t need to spare my life either!"
Wu Yinglong, in his sleep, was directly killed.
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