Guang Long's Death

No matter how Gu Chen pondered it, he could not make sense of it.

Because this was simply not "river beaver."

Tang Wulin stared blankly at his right arm, which had transformed into a Golden Dragon Claw, then at Guang Long kneeling before him.

"Why... are you kneeling?"

Tang Wulin took a step back and awkwardly scratched his head.

The bloody hole Tang Wulin's chest had been pierced through by the dragon claw had completely healed without him noticing.

There was not even the slightest trace of injury visible from the outside.

If not for the hole in his clothes, no one would have been able to tell that he had been injured just moments ago.

Among commoners, the Iron Armored Dragon Martial Soul was considered fairly decent.

If Guang Long had not been born poor and acquired his Soul Spirit after turning eighteen, missing the best period for cultivation.

With the Iron Armored Dragon's sub-dragon bloodline, even if he had to grind it out, he could still have reached Soul Elder.

But there were no ifs in this world.

Trash was trash.

No matter how good his Martial Soul was, it could not change his cynical and resentful nature.

A two-ring Soul Grandmaster could indeed throw his weight around here, but that was all he could do. If he truly provoked someone he should not have...

He might as well find a patch of land and bury himself early.

That way, he could avoid having his enemies come knocking and beat him to death.

Guang Long also stared dumbfoundedly at Tang Wulin. He wanted to stand, only to discover that his Martial Soul was trembling, worshipping.

The more he tried to resist, the stronger the suppression became.

But he was a dragon!

How could he kneel before someone!

"Second soul skill: Iron Armored Dragon Body!"

Dragon scales layered over one another as Guang Long's strength and defense rose another level. Borrowing that power, Guang Long pushed himself up from the ground and swung a palm at Tang Wulin.

Seeing the dragon claw coming at him, Tang Wulin instinctively threw a punch.

"Bang!"

The two differently colored Dragon Claws collided. In an instant, Guang Long's arm burst into clouds of blood mist. As if he had suffered a devastating blow, he staggered back again and again.

The dragon claw he had just swung hung limply at his side.

Such terrifying strength! Why does he have Dragon Kind claws? Could he have Twin Martial Souls? If he really does, then strength of this level absolutely cannot come from a sub-dragon species.

Guang Long was utterly shocked and directly ignored Xie Xie, who was rushing over from the side.

Relying solely on the hardness of his outer dragon scales, he completely blocked Xie Xie's attack.

In the original story, it had taken all three little ones working together to fight him evenly.

Without Gu Yue beside them to affect him, the two of them would only have a harder time fighting. Fortunately, Tang Wulin's endurance was extremely high, so he would not be forced out of the battle so easily.

Even so, the high-frequency release of Soul Skills still left him exhausted.

Just then, a figure appeared before him. Looking into those violet-gold vertical pupils, his Martial Soul began trembling again.

Ignoring Guang Long's abnormal reaction, Gu Chen kicked out, sending him flying backward.

He could not be bothered to waste words on this thing anymore. He needed to figure out exactly what was going on between the three of them.

Guang Long cried out in pain and crashed to the ground. He did not get back up afterward, as though he had passed out on the spot.

Gu Chen's expression remained utterly calm. As the mist-clearing light flickered in his hand, a strangely shaped Truth appeared in the hand behind his back.

"You little bastard, you really think I'm some weak, easy-to-bully dog, huh? You got careless!"

The instant Gu Chen leaned closer.

Guang Long suddenly sprang up like a furious lion, stretching out his thick, powerful arms and gripping Gu Chen's collar tightly.

His once passable face twisted into a savage, ferocious mask from rage. His eyes glared viciously at Gu Chen as though he wanted to devour him alive.

Yet in the face of Guang Long's menacing appearance, Gu Chen did not react in the slightest. Instead, a cold, disdainful smile curled across his lips. "Hmph, I got careless? Shouldn't I say you have no self-awareness?"

At that moment, Guang Long suddenly felt something strange against his chest. He instinctively lowered his head to look.

That single glance made his whole body shudder—at some unknown point, a pitch-black gun barrel had been pressed against his heart.

"Sir, the times have changed!"

Gu Chen spoke without expression. Before his words had even faded, he decisively pulled the trigger.

Accompanied by two dull bangs, two bullets shot from the barrel and pierced through Guang Long's chest with lightning speed.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere. Carrying scalding hot blood with them, the two bullets tore straight through Guang Long's body.

Guang Long felt as if his chest had been struck brutally by a heavy hammer, while an icy chill rapidly spread through his body.

His eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at the hole in his chest that kept pouring blood. He muttered, "No... impossible... How could I... die here?"

Then, his body began to sway uncontrollably before finally collapsing weakly to the ground.

After Guang Long fell, the horrifying bloody hole in his chest continued to gush bright-red blood without end. Like floodwaters bursting through a broken dam, the blood spread across the ground, forming a crimson pool.

The air was filled with an intense, pungent stench of blood that made people nauseous.

At first, Guang Long's chest still rose and fell faintly, but it did not take long before those movements gradually stopped.

His once lively, vigorous body became stiff and cold, no longer carrying even a trace of breath.

Gu Chen's expression did not change at all. To make sure his heart had not somehow grown on the soles of his feet, he fired three more shots into Guang Long's head.

Two shots to the heart, three shots to the head. Even Yama would shake his head at that.

"Chen Ge..." Tang Wulin stared blankly at Guang Long's fallen body.

That vivid red was painfully glaring in his eyes.

There was no anger, no disgust—only a sense of release.

It was as though this blood should have flowed out like this from the very beginning. (Golden Dragon King: You were still influenced.)

"Don't worry about it. If you want to become strong, don't be afraid of killing. What strong person doesn't have blood on their hands?" Gu Chen put away the AK47 in his hand and patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder, comforting him.

Even Yun Ming, the master of Sea God Pavilion, could not possibly have never caused the deaths of innocents.

But had Yun Ming been affected by it?

Of course not.

There was absolutely no need to feel troubled over something so minor.

If this had happened before, Gu Chen probably would not have killed anyone. But after going through all this, he had figured it out.

Since he had transmigrated to Douluo Continent, why should he act so timidly?

He had trump cards. He had backing.

If he wanted to kill, he killed. If he did not want to kill, he did not kill.

Wasn't this the kind of thing he could do whenever he wanted!

Didn't Guang Long have an older brother?

To avoid having him repeatedly come looking for trouble, he would just deal with him too.

Do not spare him. Beat the young one, and the old one comes. Beat the old one, and an even older one comes.

Kill them, and there would be no trouble!

He might kill many people in the future, but he would never feel guilt over it.

Being stepping stones for him to become stronger was their honor. (He has the bearing of a Destined Villain.)

What he needed to do was make more enemies, putting pressure on himself and Tang Wulin.

With Tang Wulin's personality, he would definitely never do something like betraying him as a turncoat. Then Gu Chen would force him into having no choice but to stand with him!

"You killed him just like that. Is that really okay?"

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Shrek's destruction was inevitable. Shrek would not appear again in the future.

Yun Ming probably would not die, since he still had to be saved for the final battle.

As for the Level 12 Fixed Soul Guidance Artillery Shell bombardment of Shrek City, the Spirit Pagoda, Holy Spirit Cult, and Butian Sect would all have to take part.

Don't ask. Shrek meddles in too many things.

And it does not belong to any faction. It is independent, yet almost no one can control it.

Does it really not know whether its fate is tough enough?

Ah, but let's not talk about that for now. The timeline is still far too early.

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So no one says I'm dragging things out, I'll just turn the protagonist directly into a Destined Villain.

Kill everyone, and there will be far fewer troublesome matters.