The mastermind, Gibran

Coiling Dragon's Lonely Soul, Chapter 183: The Mastermind, Gibran

"A sword strike?" The purple-robed elder Consciousness sensed something was wrong, but before he could react, suddenly—

The young man in the sky-blue robe easily swung the divine sword in his hand, slashing towards his direction!

With a "whoosh," a powerful and heavy sword light suddenly appeared in mid-air. Wherever the sword light passed, the entire world trembled, and invisible spatial ripples spread out, turning trees and stones into dust.

"This power!" The purple-robed elder felt despair instantly. This power was probably even more terrifying than that of Lord Gibran before. This guy was definitely Seven-Star Fiend!

"You'll regret this! Lord Gibran will not let you get away with this!" The purple-robed elder glared at Linley, who was dressed in a sky-blue robe, with resentment. He cursed and swore in his heart, but in reality, he didn't even have time to utter a sound before he was cleaved into pieces by the sword in an instant!

The power of this sword strike was hardly diminished, and it continued to slash forward, instantly killing all the bandits who were in the path of the sword's beam!

Linley stood there, sword in hand, as the corpses of more than ten Highgod simultaneously fell from mid-air.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" Among the dozen or so fallen corpses, six of them suddenly manifested Divine Clone and immediately fled in all directions.

"Run!"

"Run!"

The Divine Clone that emerged from the corpses of the six Highgod fled in terror in all directions. Having witnessed the terrifying sword strike just now, they didn't even have the courage to resist.

"Too strong, too terrifying."

These Highgod truly felt the fear of death.

"Escape?" Linley Lei watched the eight Divine Clone flee indifferently, a hint of icy anger in his eyes.

suddenly--

Draw your sword!

In an instant, Linley swept his sword across the sky again, and the crescent-shaped sword energy spread out in the space. The spreading sword energy swept past the six Divine Clone in different directions. The six Divine Clone continued to rush forward, but their bodies were directly split in two and then fell from mid-air.

These six people are beyond dead!

"Boss's sword intent is getting more and more powerful." On the other side, Bebe also transformed into a series of black phantoms, moving among the many bandits. Each strike of his sharp black dagger could easily kill a bandit. Although these bandits all looked like Highgod, they were actually all show and no substance, with few real experts.

Upon witnessing Linley's terrifying two sword strikes, the three hundred-plus bandits immediately chose—

Escape!

"What a terrifying fellow! This one sword strike killed over a dozen Highgod simultaneously!" A burly man in red robes was filled with terror. "Even Lord Gibran in the past would have been no match for such a powerful figure, but now..."

With the purple-robed bandit leader instantly killed, especially after Linley's two sword strikes, the bandits' fighting spirit completely dissipated, and they scattered in terror. In the blink of an eye... there wasn't a single bandit left.

"They really escaped quickly!" Bebe snorted in dissatisfaction.

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"Boss, why don't you kill them all?" With his boss Linley's current strength, if he really wanted to kill them, these guys wouldn't be able to escape so easily.

"These guys dare to act so arrogantly; they probably have a powerful backer." Linley didn't continue fighting, only to have these bandits lead the way to kill their true ally.

Although the purple-robed elder was quite powerful, he was only a Five-Star Fiend.

With only a Five-Star Fiend expert in charge, this band of robbers probably wouldn't dare to attack Highgod Fiend god so easily. There's definitely an even more powerful mastermind hiding in this bandit's lair. This is the perfect opportunity for him to go and eradicate them completely, wiping out this audacious band of robbers. "Hmm, this guy isn't continuing to kill us, but following behind?" The red-robed burly man turned and glanced at them. "This young man is still too confident in himself. No matter how strong you are, you can't possibly be a match for Lord Gibran."

This burly man in red robes, though of average strength, was a direct subordinate of Lord ' Gibran '. In terms of status among these bandits, he was second only to the three leaders, the old men in purple robes.

As for the other bandits, apart from a few of his old subordinates Refine Divine Spark to become Highgod, most of them were bandits whom Lord Gibran had recently subdued and merged into a group, thus forming such a large bandit force of Highgod.

Most bandit gangs would not dare to provoke past Highgod Fiend, as even the Highgod are considered core members. It's only because Lord Gibran is currently so powerful that he has given them the audacity...

"Hmph, they even dared to chase us all the way to our lair? How clever of them." The burly man in red robes sneered as he looked at the two approaching figures. These two were exceptionally strong; if they had simply fled, Lord Gibran might not have bothered with them. However, they were now relentlessly trying to raid their lair, destined to clash with Lord Gibran!

"Even these two tough guys would die if they encountered Lord Gibran..." The red-robed man was full of confidence, recalling the Lord's rapid improvement in strength recently.

About 30,000 li to the east of the Cloudtea Mountains lies a Verdant Mountain covered with lush forest vegetation.

This mountain is inhabited by a large number of bandits and robbers; it is the stronghold of that Lord Gibran.

Gibran, though somewhat renowned in the area and considered a powerful figure, wasn't particularly formidable. However, recently, he has used ruthless methods to subdue hundreds of large and small bandit gangs, and now commands over a thousand Highgod.

"Enemy attack!" In the mountains and forests, a group of brothers desperately fled back, and one of them immediately shouted a warning.

Upon hearing their companion's report, the other bandits on the Verdant Mountain also changed their expressions and immediately roared, "Someone is trespassing!"

Someone has broken into the mountain!

The loud roar echoed throughout the entire mountain peak, startling the bandits who were either resting or cultivating. The entire Verdant Mountain was in an uproar, and many bandits immediately rushed towards the source of the sound. Soon, they discovered two guys relentlessly pursuing their companions.

The two were a brown-haired youth in a sky-blue robe and a free-spirited boy wearing a straw hat.

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"Stop!" Seeing that the two men did not stop at all and continued to rush over, someone immediately shouted.

But the brown-haired youth at the head of the group covered hundreds of meters with each step, continuously advancing towards the mountain peak.

"Kill!" Without hesitation, a large number of bandits had already gathered around. This group of bandits immediately roared and cruelly brandished their weapons. Fiery red light, earthy yellow light... attacks of various elemental laws began.

The brown-haired youth's expression remained completely unchanged.

"Hiss--"

The barrage of attacks rained down on the opponent, yet failed to penetrate their surface defenses.

"How could there be no reaction at all?" Many of the bandits' expressions changed drastically in an instant. No wonder the other party had chased after hundreds of them with only two people.

"Die!" The brown-haired youth uttered a single syllable, then swung his sword!

"Boom!"

A terrifying, earth-yellow sword beam, several meters wide, swept across the front.

Before they could react, more than thirty bandits were struck by the sword's edge, their bodies exploding violently, blood, flesh, and Godspark flying everywhere, their divine essences falling to the side. The surviving bandits turned pale with fright.

Only then did they realize how terrifying this brown-haired youth was.

"Quickly inform the Great Chief!" someone shouted immediately. Such a powerful figure could probably only be matched by the formidable Great Chief!

"No need to notify me, I've arrived." At this moment, nearly a hundred Highgod were escorting a dragon-man leader with blue skin as he walked out. This dragon-man leader stood on a high platform on the mountain peak, looking down at the brown-haired youth below.

"Who are you, daring to come here and kill indiscriminately?" This green-skinned dragon-man, whose hair and eyebrows were also emerald green, was questioning Linley in a cold voice. He was none other than the great leader of this Verdant Mountain, ' Gibran '. It was he who had gathered so many Highgod -bandits together to work for him.

Gibran also sensed that the brown-haired youth below was not someone to be trifled with. In the past, he might not have wanted to be his enemy, but now...

The brown-haired youth slowly raised his head, his eyes fixed on the blue-skinned dragonman with eyes as sharp as knives. "I? Linley Baruch!"