Placing a Spiritual Imprint on Tang Wutong

"Da Ming, Er Ming, come quickly and save me, you..."

Tang Wutong struggled to wake up from her nightmare, but the surroundings were not as hellish and brutal as she had expected. Instead, there was an eerie tranquility, as if this place was not Sunset Forest, a place teeming with ferocious Soul Beast.

Sunlight streamed down, but the birdsong that should have filled the forest never broke.

It was as quiet as a cemetery, not a forest.

"Woke up?"

A gentle voice rang in her ears, seemingly making her forget the crisis of being chased by the ten -Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Tang Wutong reacted instantly, stood up abruptly, and ignoring her injuries, curled up like a frightened rabbit, staring at the newcomer with full vigilance.

In just a moment, his face turned terrified.

The handsome young man, dressed in a pristine white robe and possessing an exceptional air, was undoubtedly her nemesis.

Ever since I arrived in the Douluo Continent, I have been targeted by them.

The herb garden that Father mentioned was taken away first, and it became the place where the other party made a name for themselves in the Continental Soul Master Tournament. Even in the battle at the Mingdu Imperial Palace a few days ago, Shrek Academy was also badly tricked.

So much so that she had a vague nightmare about it.

Of course, what's even more terrifying now that we've encountered them is their unfathomable combat power and their unpredictable methods.

Even ordinary Titled Douluo would have a hard time being his match.

Not to mention that he's all alone now.

Glancing down at the snake corpse, he felt even more despair.

"What... what are you going to do...?"

Tang Wutong said timidly, slowly lowering the weapon in her hand. In the eyes of the man in front of her, these things were nothing more than toothpick-like toys, with no deterrent power whatsoever.

"The daughter of the God King is actually so well-behaved?"

Lu Cheng smiled and looked at the woman whose appearance was exactly the same as Wang Dong'er's, nodding slightly.

"You!!!"

Even Tang Wutong couldn't help but feel indignant when the matter was brought up.

But it was only for a moment. Her beautiful pink-blue eyes quickly dimmed, and she looked somewhat dejected. She couldn't contact her father now, and even those two bastards Da Ming Er Ming, were gradually becoming disobedient and less attentive to her, the real Tang princess.

I won't kill you.

Lu Cheng spoke slowly.

"You... are you really that kind?" Tang Wutong asked warily.

In her eyes, Lu Cheng, if not utterly wicked, was at least extremely heinous, ranking number one on the list of villains. She wanted nothing more than to tear him to pieces, but...

"Nature."

Lu Cheng glanced at her, a smile playing on his lips, "You're right about that, you're not that kind-hearted."

"What are you up to?"

Tang Wutong looked terrified and kept shrinking back.

"Of course... it's locked."

Lu Cheng smiled calmly, slowly raised his palm, and the woman's figure was suddenly pulled into his palm by a terrifying suction force.

"Hmm..."

Tang Wutong rolled her eyes in an instant, kicking her legs wildly.

He gradually lost consciousness.

Lu Cheng's expression remained unchanged as he slowly placed his other hand on Lu Cheng's forehead, allowing his Spiritual Power to gradually penetrate into it.

How dare you!

Within the sea of Tang Wutong's Sea of Consciousness.

A thunderous shout rang out, and a blue figure, clearly aware of Lu Cheng's purpose, unleashed a torrent of oppressive power filled with rage.

But Lu Cheng easily defused the situation.

"A mere remnant soul clone dares to boast."

Lu Cheng chuckled, raised his palm, and a wisp of gray mist condensed in mid-air, transforming into the shape of a death messenger. Then, Electrolux's voice rang out. "This is Wang Dong'er's mental world? I remember dealing with it once already, how come it's still here?"

"It's not Wang Dong'er, it's Tang Wutong."

Lu Cheng smiled and said, "I'd appreciate it if you could help, teacher..."

Tang San from the Divine Realm is being watched by Destruction and is currently out of contact. Even if he senses something is wrong, he can't always be "online".

But Elder Yi was different.

Although both are God King, He can descend to the mortal realm at will.

"Good."

Electrolux nodded slightly.

He glanced disdainfully at Tang San's bluffing soul imprint, raised his hand, and gray mist condensed into a huge hand, slowly pressing down, directly grasping Tang San's soul imprint in his palm. The latter, wielding the so-called Sea God Trident, launched continuous attacks, but as a fellow God King soul, Tang San was naturally at a disadvantage.

In just a brief moment, it was completely annihilated and dispersed.

"Please help me get a brand."

Only now did Lu Cheng speak with a light laugh.

"Uh-huh?"

Electrolux glanced at Lu Cheng, then a teasing look appeared in his eyes, "You... well, well, since it's just a casual thing to do, I wonder if you'll also leave a Divine Consciousness Imprint on Tang San when he falls into your hands later."

Lu Cheng smiled, but said little.

He won't give Tang San a chance...

A brand, at least, keeps the other person alive.

But for Tang San, that's unnecessary.

Electrolux casually waved his hand, and a series of complex characters slowly formed, finally condensing into a gray ball of light that remained in Tang Wutong's Sea of Consciousness.

"Alright, she'll completely forget about Tang San..."

Electrolux smiled. "Just as Wang Dong'er has forgotten her past, she also harbors a strange sense of rejection towards Tang San from the Divine Realm, a feeling that will stay with her for the rest of her life."

Lu Cheng remained silent.

But this seems more like...

Where is the hero?