Miracle Farmer with Special Abilities-Chapter 655 - 0: Brother Bin’s Last Trump Card_1

"A desperate battle? Do we have any hope of winning?" Zhang Bin looked at Master Xueyin with a strange gaze.

He felt that Master Xueyin had changed a lot; she seemed completely unable to get angry with him anymore. Now, she seemed very concerned about him.

"No," Master Xueyin said sorrowfully. "But it's better than being violated and killed."

"You are all righteous people who have accumulated great merit, so they won't dare to kill you wantonly. It's me they hate. As long as I'm dead, they will likely let you go," Zhang Bin said earnestly. "In any case, we can't give up on a sliver of hope. Isn't that right?"

After speaking, he shook off Master Xueyin's hand and strode out of the Great Array.

"Zhang Dahuai..." Master Xueyin's voice choked with sobs, and tears streamed from her eyes, falling one after another like pearls from a broken string.

"Zhang Bin..."

At that moment, many cultivators, especially the women, began to cry. The rest also had red-rimmed eyes.

Zhang Bin, you must not lie to me. If you do, I'll die right here in front of you. Zhang Xue thought, her face deathly pale with worry.

Of them all, only Han Chun'er wore a gloating expression, overjoyed that her sworn enemy was finally about to become a corpse.

"KEKEKE..."

"HAHAHA..."

The Holy Mother of Black Bell and her ten powerful assassins burst into excited laughter. Since Zhang Bin had stepped out of the Great Array, it truly meant he was at his wit's end. They could kill him effortlessly, with a single palm strike.

Finally, Zhang Bin stood before the Holy Mother of Black Bell, just a single step away. He wore a wicked smile and deeply inhaled her intoxicating fragrance, sighing, "Evil Mother, you are undoubtedly a stunning beauty, and this scent is top-notch, truly intoxicating. What a pity. You're a natural beauty, so why be an assassin? I really don't understand. Acquiring the technology and Cultivation Method of the Three-Eyes Civilization was an incredible stroke of luck. Why couldn't you choose a righteous path? Why did you have to become an assassin? Otherwise, you could have even established a powerful nation. America might not have ever become the world's number one superpower."

This was indeed his greatest question. With the technology of the Three-Eyes Civilization, wouldn't making money be easy? Why insist on being an assassin?

"KEKEKE..." The Holy Mother of Black Bell let out a seductive laugh. "Before I acquired the technology and Cultivation Method of the Three-Eyes Civilization, I was already an assassin. One's perspective is limited. Besides, the information on the Three-Eyes Civilization's technology was incomplete, making it difficult to convert into wealth. Moreover, the nature of the Heaven-Defying Divine Skill predestined that I could not walk the righteous path. I am walking the path of evil. This path is a shortcut in cultivation. Alright, I've answered your question. You can kneel and beg me now."

"If I kneel to you, will you agree to let them go?" Zhang Bin asked, his face full of anticipation.

"Won't you find out the result soon enough?" the Holy Mother of Black Bell said mockingly.

"Sigh..." Zhang Bin heaved a deep sigh. "Evil Mother, you truly are evil. But compared to me, you're a bit slow-witted. Provoking me is like pronouncing your own death sentence. I'll ask you one last time: are you willing to cripple your cultivation level and accept being imprisoned by me? Otherwise, you'll regret it when it's too late."

Everyone was stunned, looking at Zhang Bin as if he were a monster. They were completely clueless as to why he dared to utter such madness at a time like this. Didn't he know that to the Holy Mother of Black Bell, he was like a weak ant? Didn't he know how easy it would be for the Holy Mother to kill him?

"KEKEKE..." The Holy Mother of Black Bell cackled hysterically. "Zhang Bin, do you actually have a trump card that can deal with me?"

"Would I have come before you without a trump card?" Zhang Bin looked at the Holy Mother of Black Bell as if she were already dead.

"Then use your trump card! Let's see if you can even harm a single hair on my head," the Holy Mother of Black Bell said with disdain.

Without any further hesitation, Zhang Bin ordered coldly, "Kill her!"

WHOOSH!

A ghastly black hand suddenly appeared from behind Zhang Bin, clawing toward the Holy Mother of Black Bell's chest with an aura of utter destruction. The sky and earth seemed to lose their color as killing intent surged to the heavens. The power, speed, and oppressive aura of the attack were simply suffocating.

SWOOSH! Terror filled the Holy Mother of Black Bell's face as she retreated rapidly. However, the space around her was sealed, as if it had turned solid, slowing her retreat to a crawl. Yet that hand was faster than lightning, arriving before her in the blink of an eye.

"KILL!" the Holy Mother of Black Bell screamed frantically, opening her mouth to spit out a black bell. It shot forward, carrying a Heaven-Destroying, Earth-Extinguishing aura, and ferociously bombarded the black hand.

But then, something terrifying happened. The bell passed straight through the hand without causing it any harm.

The hand, however, suddenly accelerated, frantically clawing at the Holy Mother of Black Bell's chest.

CRACK!

The armor on her shattered. The hand then plunged deep into her body, tore out her heart, and crushed it into a bloody pulp.

At the same time, an old man wearing a black cloak and veil emerged from Zhang Bin's shadow, exuding a terrifying killing aura and an overwhelming oppression.

"AAAAGH!" The Holy Mother of Black Bell let out a bloodcurdling scream. Dazzling flames erupted from her body, engulfing her as she rapidly retreated. Terror was written all over her face as she shrieked in shock, "You... who are you?!"

She had cultivated to the Nascent Soul Realm Great Perfection. Even with her heart destroyed and her body severely damaged, she would not die.

"Who is this person?"

All the Chinese Cultivators were shocked, scarcely believing their eyes. They had never dreamed that such a terrifying entity could be lurking in Zhang Bin's shadow. Had Zhang Bin approached the Holy Mother of Black Bell just to let this fearsome being ambush her? And they had known nothing about it beforehand. Could this old man, whom even their Divine Sense couldn't detect, be a terrifying expert from the Taiqing Sect? Was the Taiqing Sect really that powerful?

Of course, this old man was not a master from the Taiqing Sect. After all, the Taiqing Sect was a fabrication of Zhang Bin's own making. The sect's most formidable master was Zhang Bin, so there was no way it could have such a terrifying titan.

In reality, this old man was Lord Specter, the same expert who had been protecting Lin Youlan. He was one of the giants of the Netherworld Organization. The cryptic call Zhang Bin had made that day was to Lin Youlan. He had told her that he was being targeted for assassination by the Black Bell Assassin Organization and requested assistance. So, the Netherworld Organization sent Lord Specter. He had been lurking in Zhang Bin's shadow all along, becoming Zhang Bin's greatest trump card.

This was Zhang Bin's venomous stratagem: driving the tiger to devour the wolf.

"Who am I? You needn't concern yourself with that. By opposing Zhang Bin, you're simply seeking death," the old man said, his voice chilling to the bone as his eyes shot an evil glint toward the Holy Mother of Black Bell. "However, if you agree to be my woman, I might spare your life."

His offer to spare her life was not what it seemed. In truth, he intended to destroy her physical body, allowing only her soul to survive. Only then could he thoroughly enjoy himself. After all, in reality, he was a Living Ghost—a soul without a physical form.

"You ten can make your choice now," Zhang Bin also said coldly. "Do you wish to die alongside your leader, or will you obediently surrender?"