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The sight of Nuolanshan being blown in the head by Zhu Chen was witnessed by countless fleeing Nuolan guards.

Everyone was numb.

The death of the family head was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, directly extinguishing their last shred of hope.

Panic spread like a plague.

"It's now!"

Taking advantage of the situation, Wang Lin summoned the Soul Banner and quickly formed hand seals.

The shimmering, ghostly Soul Banner suddenly swelled, instantly transforming into a massive, sky-covering black banner.

Countless pained and distorted faces appeared on the banner, roaring as a vast and pure soul power and death energy, like a torrent bursting its banks, poured into his body, becoming a source of energy within him.

Wang Lin's aura surged wildly, like a rocket!
The originally restrained cultivation barrier was forcibly broken through by this external force.

Then, an aura far surpassing the previous one, carrying an overbearing and oppressive force, suddenly soared into the sky!

Although limited by the rules of this realm and their own inherent nature, they are unable to truly break through the shackles.

But at this moment, Wang Lin's combat strength has reached the pinnacle.

"—The Finger of Annihilation!"

Without any further ado, Wang Lin transformed into a ghostly wisp of black smoke and charged directly towards the fleeing Nuolan Guards.

He no longer used cumbersome restrictive techniques, but instead concentrated his overwhelming soul power and killing intent between his two fingers.

Point it out.

Dozens of Norlan Guardians within a radius of several hundred meters, regardless of their star-level rank, were instantly reduced to ashes.

A pure, desolate death aura permeated the air. The Nolan Guards, enveloped by this aura, were as if all their life force had been drained away. They could not even utter a scream before turning into withered corpses that floated in the starry sky.

Their souls were pulled out by an invisible force and dragged into the Soul Banner with wailing cries.

Holding the Soul Banner, Wang Lin marched forward, and wherever he went, swathes of Nuolan Guards perished, with not a single survivor!

"happy!"

"Kunpeng Treasure Technique - Sky-Tearing Claw!"

Seeing Wang Lin unleash a massacre, Shi Hao let out a long roar and quickened his pace.

With a flap of his wings, he instantly increased his speed to the maximum, his figure flashing through the fleeing army like a golden lightning bolt.

Any of the Nolan guards who stood in his way had their armor shattered and their bodies blown apart.

Luo Feng was even more brutal.

The golden-horned behemoth he transformed into was incredibly ferocious in this battle.

Its enormous body swept across the starry sky like a tiger among sheep. Those Nolan Guards who were slow to escape didn't even have a chance to react before being torn to shreds.

The last remaining main force of the Nuolanshan family was quickly slaughtered under the overwhelming force and morale collapse.

In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

This star field, which had been filled with deafening shouts and raging energy not long ago, suddenly fell silent.

Finally, only the shattered wreckage of warships and floating corpses remained in the silent void.

Thousands of Nolan guards were killed.

No one survived.

wrong.

To be precise, there is still one person alive.

That was Baikalu, who had been firmly bound by Zhu Chen's Willow Divine Technique.

Zhu Chen waved his hand, removing the green vines, and threw Bai Kaluo like trash in front of Luo Feng, who had just regained his human form: "Sixth brother, you decide whether to kill or spare this person."

Luo Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the surging blood and qi within him, and slowly looked at Bai Kaluo. He had read the original novel "Swallowing the Stars" and had some impression of Bai Kaluo.

This is a pure swordsman, devoted to the way of the sword and admiring the strong, unlike those purely profit-driven scum of the Nuolanshan family.

Baikaro stood there silently, making no attempt to resist.

He was deeply impressed by the group of young Earthlings before him, whose terrifying strength defied all logic.

The guy who fought him before and later killed Nuolanshan with a single punch in particular instilled fear in him.

He was simply a martial artist who pursued the ultimate in swordsmanship.

He served the Nolan Mountain family in return for the resources they provided.

The Nuolanshan family has now been wiped out, and Nuolanshan is dead.

He didn't know who he could serve in the future.

“Baicalo…”

Luo Feng looked down at Bai Kaluo and said in a steady voice, "The feud between the Nuolanshan family and my Earth is over today. I see that you are not a villain. Now I will give you two choices."

"First, I'll give you a quick death right now and reunite you with Nuolanshan."

"Second, submit to me and serve me, but not as a slave, but as a companion, or... you can understand it as an employment relationship."

A look of surprise flashed across Baikaro's eyes.

He had assumed that Luo Feng would demand that he be branded with a mark on his soul, becoming the lowest of slaves and servants.

I never expected that the other person would want to be my brother!

Seeing the doubt in Baikaluo's eyes, Luo Feng continued to explain, "I need your power to protect my home planet Earth. I, Luo Feng, act according to the principle of clear distinction between gratitude and resentment. The Nuolanshan family provoked me first, so I exterminated their clan. You have no personal grudge against me. If you are willing to serve me and protect Earth together, I will treat you with sincerity."

“In the future, if my cultivation breaks through and Earth has enough power to protect itself, and you also intend to leave to pursue your own path of the sword, I can grant you your freedom.”

Luo Feng spoke frankly and sincerely, without condescending charity or hypocritical appeasement, but clearly laid out the advantages, disadvantages and conditions.

Baikaro fell silent.

He pursued the way of the sword throughout his life, and his association with the Nuolanshan family was for better resources and training environment.

Becoming a slave was a humiliation he could never accept.

But the conditions Luo Feng proposed at this moment were more like a cooperation or employment arrangement, and even promised him his future freedom.

More importantly, the strength displayed by Luo Feng and his group allowed him to see a higher level of power.

Following the strong is one way for martial artists to become stronger.

He looked into Luo Feng's clear and firm eyes, then glanced at Zhu Chen, whose aura was unfathomable, and his extraordinary companions.

a long time.

Baikaro took a deep breath, then slowly knelt on one knee in the void, lowering his ever-proud head.

“Baikaro, I am willing to follow you, sir.”

Baikalu didn't make any solemn oath, but everyone present could feel the weight of his words.

This is a promise from a strong person.

Luo Feng smiled, stepped forward, and helped Bai Kaluo up: "Alright, from today onwards, you are my partner, Luo Feng. From now on, we will address each other as brothers."

Baikaro's body trembled slightly.
At this moment, the last trace of gloom in his eyes as he looked at Luo Feng dissipated, replaced by a resolute light.

He never dreamed that he would survive this tribal war.

He even turned out to be a blessing in disguise, becoming a companion to this group of mysterious powerful individuals!
For him, everything that happened today felt like a dream.

...(End of chapter)