Defeated six men in black in a row, including a Soul King level leader.
Before the battle started, Tang Wulin would never have dared to think of this.
Even he himself didn't expect that his strength had reached such an extent.
He closed his eyes and recalled the battle just now.
If he heard correctly, the man in black was still asking "where is the thing" before he died. Were they looking for something?
Is it some kind of rare metal, or a special Soul Tool, or something else?
Tang Wulin frowned and thought about it over and over in his mind for a long time, but still couldn't figure out the reason.
He shook his head and thought no more.
No matter what they were looking for, it had nothing to do with him for the time being. He only knew that these people were not ordinary robbers. Their Soul Power wave was cold, Evil, with a disgusting and decadent aura, which was exactly the same as the characteristics of the Evil Soul Master he had seen in the textbook.
Long Yuan also told him before that Evil Soul Master is the public enemy of the mainland.
They practice by devouring Soul Beast and devouring the life force of living people. Their methods are cruel and have no bottom line. In order to improve their strength, they will do anything. Murder and arson are commonplace.
Anywhere on the mainland where Evil Soul Master appears, there must be rivers of blood and corpses everywhere.
In the past, the major forces of Federation joined forces to kill Evil Soul Master several times. Only then did those rampant Evil Soul Master cease and gradually stopped taking any action.
But now, these Evil Soul Master seem to be back again, I don't know what they are going to do.
He couldn't help but think of that typhoon day, which was also attacked by Evil Soul Master. If the master hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid he would have died long ago.
But I don't know if Master can come here this time.
Tang Wulin Clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms.
He didn't know what the real purpose of these Evil Soul Master was in hijacking the train, but he knew that he couldn't let them succeed.
He held the amulet around his neck, which Long Yuan had given him before. He said it would protect him when he encountered danger, and he would feel it when the time came.
"Huh--Master, protect me..."
Tang Wulin opened his eyes and looked at the front of the car.
He had already taken care of the people at the rear and middle of the train, but he was still completely unclear about the situation in the front section of the train near the cab.
How many people are there? What are their cultivation levels?
These are all unknowns.
He took a deep breath and clenched his fists.
He should have already taken care of the strongest one, whose throat was broken by him in the middle carriage. If there were others in front, their cultivation would probably not exceed the Soul King level.
One versus two, one versus three, as long as it wasn't a head-on fight, and he could deal with one of them in a surprise attack, he was still confident that he could handle it.
After all, the enemy is in the light and we are in the dark. He only needs to find an opportunity in the darkness to kill him with one blow. As for those Evil Soul Master, there is much to consider.
Tang Wulin stood up, moved his arms, and continued walking forward. He pushed open the door at the connecting point, followed the shadow of the carriage wall, and moved cautiously toward the front of the train.
The tunnel was still dark, with only a few soul-guided flashlights turned on by a few passengers in panic shaking in the darkness. Those pale beams of light swept across the seats, luggage racks, and aisles, but they never illuminated his hiding place.
Tang Wulin is like a silent cat, walking through the shadows.
After passing through two carriages, he vaguely sensed Soul Power fluctuations in front of him. There was more than one person, probably four people. One of them had a very weak aura, and he didn't seem to be a combat type, but like an ordinary person.
The other three auras were cold, dark, and Evil. They were exactly the same as those he had just dealt with. Each of them was at least Soul Ancestor level.
Tang Wulin slowed down and approached silently.
He used the same method to lower his sense of existence and wait for the opportunity to come.
In the first carriage behind the cab, the lights were pale and the atmosphere was stagnant.
Three men in black stood in a Zigzag formation, surrounding a woman in a dark blue uniform.
The woman was tall and tall, with long hair tied back in a low ponytail, revealing a delicate and resolute face. She looked to be only twenty-six or seventeen years old, but her eyes were unusually calm, and she had a majestic temperament.
Even though she was surrounded, she did not panic. Her eyes swept over the three men in black. There was no fear, no shrinking, only fearlessness.
She is the conductor of this train--Mo Lan.
After being a train conductor for so many years, Mo Lan has met all kinds of people and dealt with accidents of all sizes.
But this was her first time experiencing such a carjacking.
"Conductor, please cooperate. Once the guards of the train have found the place with our people, we will let you and the passengers leave." The leader of the man in black was the tallest man, with a thin body and a hoarse voice, like fingernails scratching a blackboard.
He was playing with a black short knife in his hand, and there was still blood on the blade, which was particularly dazzling under the pale light.
Mo Lan listened, his expression unchanged. Just now those men in black took the train's guards hostage and headed towards the soul guide Power Core in the middle of the train. They didn't know what they were going to do.
However, she had a vague premonition, and she didn't believe a word of what the man in black said.
The man in black spoke slowly, as if chatting about everyday things. "Oh, by the way, if I remember correctly, according to regulations, Soul Guidance Train must send specific signals to the scheduling department at regular intervals. But anyway, the signal has been cut off. Judging by the time, the scheduling department should have determined that the train was in trouble, and Federation's security department should have dispatched."
Mo Lan's brows frowned slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
Of course she knows this system - the operation time between each station is accurately calculated. Once the signal is interrupted, the scheduling center will activate the emergency program as soon as possible.
She had delayed long enough and the Sheriff's Department might arrive at any moment.
"Do you think Federation's bunch of losers can save you?" The second man in black was the strongest of the three. He grinned, showing his yellow teeth, "What will happen even if they come? Come one, kill one, come two, kill both. Federation's security department is not in the eyes of our Holy Cult."
"Holy Spirit Cult." The third man in black stood at the back. He was small and thin, but his voice was extremely cold, like the cold air coming from the ground. "Remember this name. Soon, the whole Federation will be remembered."
Mo Lan's pupils shrank slightly.
Holy Spirit Cult--Of course she has heard of this name.
This is the famous Evil Soul Master force. It can even be said that every Evil Soul Master belongs to it. But hasn't this force been wiped out long ago?
Why is it resurrecting now?
"So you hijacked the train just to declare war on Federation?" Mo Lan said through gritted teeth.
The leading man in black smiled happily, but there was no warmth in his eyes.
"Declaration of war? No, no, no, you misunderstood." He shook his head, inserted the short knife back into his waist, and opened his arms as if embracing something insubstantial. "We Holy Spirit Cult have endured for too long and been silent for too long. It's time to let Federation know that we are still alive. This is just an announcement, an announcement of our return."
Mo Lan stared into his eyes, feeling a chill in his heart.
Not fear, but anger.
For the so-called "declaration", these people killed innocent passengers, created panic, and treated human life as nothing. She didn't know how many people they killed, but she could clearly hear the explosions and screams just now.
She clenched her fists, her nails dug into her palms, and said word by word, "You will pay the price."
The man in black laughed loudly, and the laughter echoed in the closed carriage.
"The price? Do you think those Federation pieces of trash can--"
Before he finished speaking, the door connecting the carriages was kicked open.
"Bang--"
A golden figure rushed in. Golden scales covered his right arm, shining dazzlingly under the pale light. His fist wrapped around Bloodline Power and went straight to the back of the strong man in black closest to the door.
The strong man in black didn't even have time to react. Tang Wulin's fist had already hit his spine. The sound of bone cracking exploded in the car. The eyes of the strong man in black suddenly widened, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out from his mouth. He fell forward, knocking over the seat in front of him and getting embedded in the lower edge of the luggage rack.
The car was instantly quiet.
Mo Lan looked at the young man who suddenly appeared, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
Why would anyone come here at this time?
Tang Wulin didn't look at her, staring intently at the two remaining men in black.
Gold and silver powder sprinkled from the body of the sturdy man in black, fluttering and falling under the light source, like the fragments left after some kind of Soul Tool was crushed.