Chapter 491 - 489: Seeking Help by Cell Phone
In that brief moment of less than ten seconds, while everyone was still oblivious to what Chen Tianlong was up to, his distress message had already reached the person’s phone.
After Chen Tianlong completed all this, he took a deep breath. Now the only thing he could do was to delay as much time as possible; escaping was impossible.
Profound Celestial and Mo Yun were formidable, each more so than the other. Up to now, Chen Tianlong still couldn’t gauge Mo Yun’s strength. Logically, his ability should allow him to perceive skills two to three levels higher than his own, yet he still couldn’t, which indicated only one possibility: Mo Yun had surpassed Yellow Dao’s six stars, perhaps even higher.
"I’ve already said, I didn’t kill Mo Kong, senior. I can’t even defeat you guys, how could I take on such a master?" Chen Tianlong emphasized again.
His purpose was simple, to delay time as much as possible, waiting for reinforcements.
Although it seemed likely he’d end up captured and imprisoned, Chen Tianlong was troubled but thought at least he wouldn’t die here or have his veins ruptured entirely.
"Chen Tianlong, you don’t need to argue anymore. Even if you don’t die today, you’ll spend your life in prison," Mo Yun sneered coldly.
Originally, Mo Chou had some doubts, but hearing the elders speak, he didn’t dare to say more. The most crucial aspect was that this method could help eliminate Chen Tianlong, so why not?
"Prison? What evidence do you have that I killed someone? Do you have the murder weapon, or just relying on a few of you saying so? Hah, ridiculous!" Chen Tianlong chuckled lightly.
"You don’t need to worry about that. Once we’ve incapacitated you, we’ll have you sign, put a fingerprint, and the Jade Pendant on you. These pieces of evidence will be more than enough to imprison you forever," Mo Yun said and signaled to Profound Celestial.
He didn’t act himself, fearing that once he got away from the door, this sly kid might seize the opportunity to escape. He’d already learned previously that although this guy wasn’t very powerful, his movements were exceptionally skillful. A moment of inattention, and he could really escape.
Upon receiving the order, Profound Celestial dashed forward, launching another attack on Chen Tianlong.
In a moment of desperation, Chen Tianlong flung three silver needles.
With a swoosh, everyone was astounded as the three silver needles instantly multiplied to twenty-seven, causing the dozen or so people at the door to fall to the ground, while Profound Celestial himself was startled and executed several backward flips before three silver needles pierced his lower back, causing sharp pain.
Mo Yun furrowed his brow; he’d seen this technique before.
"What is Yan Nanfei to you?"
Mo Yun indeed intended to kill Chen Tianlong but wanted to consider his background. If he was Yan Nanfei’s descendant, having Hidden Weapons Sect coming to trouble the Hao Family would be quite a headache.
"Why should I tell you?"
Chen Tianlong never admitted to being related to Yan Nanfei, as he wasn’t sure if it would bring trouble to his master, considering he was still in detention.
"Hmph, you don’t seem like someone from Hidden Weapons Sect. Fine, I’ll deal with him myself."
Mo Yun hadn’t expected Chen Tianlong to possess such an Ultimate Skill and decided not to delay time any further. He advanced himself.
Profound Celestial initially wanted to teach Chen Tianlong a lesson, but as the senior had spoken, he refrained from acting arrogantly. He instead retreated toward the door, where his dozen men had fallen, eager to help guard it.
Meanwhile, Mo Chou and Mo Shaoyun were already dumbfounded. They never imagined Chen Tianlong would have so many skills, becoming increasingly bold and formidable as the fight went on.
Chen Tianlong himself was the most surprised. He hadn’t expected that, upon seeing Profound Celestial’s impending attack, he would instinctively use Soul-Stealing Three Needles, unwittingly unleashing the grand Ultimate Skill, Soul-Stealing Cubic Array.
Although it wasn’t immensely powerful, it still managed to wound the opponent.
Mo Yun didn’t give Chen Tianlong any breathing room and rushed forward, intending to finish him off in one move, only for Chen Tianlong to suddenly shout, "Soul-Stealing Three Needles!"
With a "whoosh," he threw three silver needles.
Yes, just three, not one more.
However, upon hearing Chen Tianlong’s shout, Mo Yun quickly dodged, aware that the Soul-Stealing Three Needles skill was Elder Yan’s secret weapon, seemingly resurfacing in the martial world.
So that previous technique was indeed Yan Nanfei’s Soul-Stealing Three Needles.
"Whew."
Breathing a deep sigh, Mo Yun was quite scared. Had it truly been Yan Nanfei unleashing Soul-Stealing Three Needles, he might have already been kneeling on the ground.
Fortunately, it was only this sly kid, Chen Tianlong.
At the same time, Chen Tianlong himself was puzzled and stunned.
How the hell were there such drastic differences between the two Soul-Stealing Three Needle techniques? A moment ago, it triggered the third formula with twenty-seven needles, and now it suddenly reverted to the most basic three.
"Dang, you were just trying to scare me, huh."
Seeing the three silver needles neither increase nor decrease, with their ordinary force, Mo Yun was infuriated as this kid was merely bluffing.
After all, in the past when he saw Yan Nanfei deploying needles, it was always twenty-seven needles, never just three.
"Sorry, I didn’t succeed. Want to try one more time?"
Chen Tianlong was procrastinating again. With his current strength, defeating Mo Yun was impossible. His power was over three levels higher than his; struggling further was futile.
At the door.
Mo Shaoyun watched for a while, sensing something off. What was Chen Tianlong up to? Normally, he acts arrogantly and straightforwardly, hardly finding leisure to chat in this manner.
Even Mo Shaoyun, who often interacted with Chen Tianlong, noticed something, but Mo Yun and the others were likely oblivious.
"Third Grandpa, quickly apprehend him. I feel he’s trying to delay time," Hao Jian said to Mo Yun inside.
"Oh? Delaying time? Haha, does he think someone knows he’s here and will come rescue him?" Mo Yun didn’t seem concerned.
"I don’t know, but knowing Chen Tianlong as I do, he doesn’t act without assurance unless he’s either desperately fighting or calling for reinforcements," Mo Shaoyun explained.
Mo Yun furrowed his brow. If what Mo Shaoyun said was true, then indeed something was off.
Chen Tianlong felt a bit vexed. Although Mo Shaoyun had little strength, his understanding of him was quite dangerous. He needed to find a way to eliminate him; otherwise, leaving him was always a threat.
"Alright, I won’t play with him any longer; let’s finish this," Mo Yun withdrew the playful demeanor and became serious, his Powerful Qi Wave causing Chen Tianlong to feel an oppressive force.
This opponent was absolutely stronger, emitting an intimidating aura.
Chen Tianlong was highly alert; perhaps the next move might finish him. But his unwillingness lingered; why was his path fraught with difficulties? He barely uncovered crucial information but seemed halted at this point.
"Third Grandpa, what’s happening? Why is everyone here?" Amidst a critical moment, a female voice suddenly emerged from the door.
The next moment, a woman pushed through the crowd and entered, looking at Chen Tianlong with a sudden jolt of surprise: "You... why are you here again? Where’s Second Grandpa?"