The World Calls Me Amon

At the junction of carriages five and six.

Mo Lan said calmly, "You can release the others now."

"Good, worthy of being a councilor's daughter, you have guts. Miss Mo Lan, I admire you."

The leader of the thugs was quite straightforward.

"Release them!"

Over four hundred people were in the first five carriages; about one hundred of them, including the elderly, women, and children, were released and allowed to enter carriage six.

A thug shrouded in black from head to toe hid behind Mo Lan, pressing a Soul Guidance Ray Gun against her back.

Watching the elderly, children, and women enter carriage six, a faint smile finally appeared on Mo Lan's face.

The thug's voice rang out, "We have shown our sincerity; now we wait for yours. You have forty minutes left."

Mo Lan smiled. Just as she was about to speak, a somewhat nonchalant voice suddenly echoed from the direction of carriage six.

"It looks quite lively here; how could I be missing from such an event?"

A man wearing a classic black robe, a matching pointed soft hat, and a monocle over his right eye that obscured his features suddenly appeared beside Mo Lan.

"Who are you? Stop playing god."

The two thugs beside the leader shouted, their Soul Guidance weapons pointed firmly at him.

"The world calls me Amon."

The figure seemed completely indifferent to the weapons, his tone relaxed and playful, and he even performed a standard gentleman's bow.

"What the hell is an Amon? I'm your daddy!"

The thug leader looked at the mysterious man in the black robe with disdain.

If your "Daddy Amon" actually appeared here, you would have already put on a monocle and become Amon on the spot, Yang Fan thought to himself.

That's right, the person disguised as Amon was none other than Yang Fan.

He didn't want to be a hot-headed youth like Mo Lan and expose his identity in public.

Today it was thugs, tomorrow it could be Evil Soul Masters, and the day after, even the Demon Emperor wasn't impossible!

When out and about, one must wear a mask. As for whether Amon would smell his presence and come looking for him if he disguised himself as him, Yang Fan felt that was impossible.

As the saying goes, this is Douluo Continent; there is a tragically thick barrier separating it from Lord of the Mysteries.

Besides, even if Amon did find him, he probably wouldn't care about Yang Fan; he would more likely hide in some corner to watch the show.

And for some reason, after disguising himself as Amon, he felt a strong urge to find some amusement.

He was usually quite serious, so it must be Amon's influence. It couldn't possibly be that he had a "joker" personality himself.

"Are you blind? Why aren't you shooting!?"

Seeing the man who called himself Amon ignoring him, the thug shouted at his subordinates in a fit of rage.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The two men behind him immediately opened fire on Yang Fan.

Three soul rings appeared behind Yang Fan, shocking everyone present to the point of absurdity; even the thug who was planning to ambush Mo Lan was left stunned.

Because these three soul rings were not the common yellow-yellow-purple, nor black-black-black, and certainly not red-red-red, but white-white-white.

That's right, this was the most plain and unadorned white soul ring that Yang Fan had disguised with his first soul skill.

No one present could have imagined that the "hero" who stepped forward in such a situation would only have three white soul rings.

"Hahaha, are you trying to laugh me to death?"

The leader of the thugs laughed heartily, even choking on his own laughter.

But as Yang Fan's second and third soul rings lit up and a silver spear appeared out of thin air, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Yang Fan danced the flaming silver spear a few times, easily blocking the bullets fired by the lackeys.

"Switch to the Soul Guidance Cannon! Blast him to hell!"

The thug realized that this kid was likely playing with him; could someone with this level of performance really have ten-year soul rings?!

"Hey hey hey, the Soul Guidance Cannon is here!"

Two more thugs walked from carriage four into carriage five, their sleeves and pant legs stained with scarlet blood.

Under the spiritual perception of Yang Fan's Spirit Sea Realm, apart from the thug leader with Soul Elder cultivation in carriage five, the gunman holding Mo Lan, the two gunmen attacking him, and the two who had just entered carrying the Soul Guidance Cannon, the movements of all remaining thugs were laid bare before him.

There were also two thugs with Soul Guidance firearms guarding the hostages gathered in carriage four. Between carriage three and carriage four lay several corpses of youths dressed in flamboyant styles.

They must have talked back or stood out too much, provoking the two new thugs responsible for guarding the carriage junction.

That was the overall situation.

Yang Fan made his judgment.

His second soul ring flickered, and a faint crimson fire flashed across the Silver Dragon Spear in Yang Fan's hand. On the spear body, the crimson fire elements flickered like a heartbeat, scorching the surrounding air until it distorted slightly.

This was Yang Fan's first time experiencing a terrorist attack, and it was inevitable that he would feel some nervousness. However, the composure he had honed on the edge of life and death in the Spirit Ascension Platform allowed him to become exceptionally calm at this moment.

His powerful spiritual power granted him immense sensory perception at this moment, allowing him to precisely control everything around him.

Most of the hostages were concentrated in this fourth carriage, and the greatest threat was the bombs; he had already used his spiritual power to locate every single one of them.

So, he would start by solving the problem right in front of him.

The air was thick with the passengers' fear, and the thugs' gazes remained vigilantly fixed on them, their Soul Guidance Ray Guns ready to fire at any moment.

A faint light emanated from beneath Yang Fan's feet, and a flash of crimson fire vanished as quickly as it appeared; the sudden glow instantly drew the thugs' attention.

The thug beside Mo Lan and the one pointing his gun at Yang Fan looked toward him almost simultaneously.

However, it was too late!

Accompanied by the extreme burst of power brought by the fire element enchantment, Yang Fan moved.

With a flick of his wrist, the Silver Dragon Spear transformed into a bolt of silver lightning, its tip wreathed in crimson flames as it instantly pierced through the Soul Guidance Blade held by the thug beside Mo Lan.

"Hiss—"

The high temperature melted the blade instantly. Before the thug could even let go, the force of the fire element attached to the spear shattered the webbing between his thumb and forefinger, and he flew backward, screaming.

The other two thugs reacted extremely quickly, their Soul Guidance Ray Guns firing instantly.

But Yang Fan's figure had already vanished into the firelight. The Silver Dragon Spear traced a graceful arc through the air, its shaft whistling as it struck the second thug precisely on the side of the neck.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by the sound of shattering bone, the thug didn't even have time to groan before he collapsed limply to the ground.

The third thug had just turned around when Yang Fan kicked him in the back of the knee, forcing him to his knees uncontrollably. Immediately after, the shaft of the Silver Dragon Spear slammed heavily into the back of his head, knocking him unconscious instantly.

The sudden turn of events threw the thugs into a panic.

"We've hit a hard target, brothers! Even if we die, we won't let the Federation people have it easy! Detonate the rear carriages!"

Of course, Yang Fan had considered this scenario.

But he knew that this desperate, cornered-beast move by the enemy was entirely futile.

He had long since discovered through his spiritual power that, aside from the carriages where the thugs were located, all other bombs had already been dismantled.

Yang Fan flashed into the connection point between the fifth and sixth carriages, his right hand swinging the Silver Dragon Spear downward without hesitation.

The fire element on the spear tip instantly condensed into a crimson blade of light, and the metal at the junction of the two carriages was sliced through like a hot knife through butter.

He kicked the connection point, and the carriages quickly detached. The front of the train pulled the rear carriages away, taking the vast majority of the hostages with it.

At this moment, the only ones left in the crisis were him, Mo Lan, and the three hundred-plus hostages in the four carriages.

He condensed his spiritual power into a needle and pierced the thug guarding the fourth and fifth carriages. Taking advantage of the thug's confusion, he immediately retrieved the defensive Soul Guidance Device that Leng Yaozhu had given him for protection from his Soul Guidance Device.

After killing the thugs lurking among the hostages, he threw Mo Lan into the pile of hostages in the fourth carriage and immediately activated the Soul Guidance Device, generating a pale blue Soul Guidance Protective Shield.

Seeing that the last of the hostages were safe, Yang Fan could finally face this group of vicious thugs with peace of mind.