Fighter of the Destiny

Gao Huan did not look at these eyes, but looked at the old man's eyebrows.

He remembered clearly that there was a mole on his eyebrow.

Sure enough, there is a mole.

Gao Huan suddenly felt very painful.

Heartache.

The moment he saw the mole, he knew he had been deceived.

Since the other party is here, it is impossible for this raid to succeed.

This also means that this war will end with the victory of the human race.

It was certainly heartbreaking, especially for him.

"Tang San! Tang Jingtian!"

Gao Huan screamed wildly, flew into the sky, and was about to leave.

There was a sound of metal collision, and several iron chains shot through the air, extremely straight, and wrapped around his ankles.

At the same time, several strings penetrated the soft armor made of the tail thorns of the mammal.

Wei Shangshu took the judgment pen and wrote several large characters.

A formation blocked the sky.

Mrs. Tang flew up and landed a punch on Gao Huan's chest.

Blood and water surge!

Gao Huan's immature face was full of blood and madness, and he was still preparing for a final fight.

However, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that the firelight on the grassland was getting fainter and fainter.

The twilight has darkened and is turning towards night. Logically speaking, those firelights should be getting clearer and clearer. Why are they becoming so faint?

Could it be that it went out? This is impossible!

In Gao Huan's plan, burning the food of the human army was always the most important goal, far better than killing many strong human beings.

He rushed into this car formation with those demon masters, originally wanting to attract attention from elsewhere.

His approach was successful to a certain extent. During the battle just now, the Wolf Riders successfully ignited many grain carts.

If nothing unexpected happens, those grain trucks will burn all the array of trucks connected end to end to ashes.

Why did those fires go out? You must know that what the wolf riders carry is not ordinary fire, but oil fire from the cold sea in the far north, which is difficult to extinguish with water and sand!

The whole world gradually became quiet.

Gao Huan stood on the grassland, desperate and did nothing else.

Golden blood stained his body, looking particularly tragic in the last twilight light.

——Turns out to be a royal family member with pure blood.

What does it mean for such a member of the royal family to become the chief elder of the Council of Elders?

No wonder the previous generation of demon kings were so afraid of him, and wanted to get rid of him by force despite the shock to the government and the public.

Countless eyes fell on Gao Huan, and then moved to Mrs. Tang.

To the world, Mr. Tang is undoubtedly the most famous person and the most mysterious person.

In the past two hundred years, he had never left Wenshui, even when Mo Yu pleaded hard with the imperial edict of Queen Tianhai.

Mrs. Tang looked at Gao Huan and said calmly: "Do you know me?"

At this time, many people remembered what this demon clan strongman from the holy realm shouted after seeing Mrs. Tang.

"Tang San! Tang Jingtian!"

A very simple sentence reveals at least three facts.

Mr. Tang’s name and ranking, and how this demon strongman knows Mr. Tang.

"We met in Luoyang many years ago."

Gao Huan said to Mrs. Tang, "I thought you should remember."

Mr. Tang looked at him quietly and said, "So it's you, haha, no wonder you can still say a few human words."

Yes, Gao Huan's human language is not comparable to that of the princes and nobles in Xuelao City who are interested in human language, but he is really familiar with it. But Mrs. Tang's words were obviously a pun, and anyone could hear the ridicule and meanness in them.

It turned out that he also knew the other party.

"Gao Huan, Gao Yanchen!"

Mr. Tang stared into his eyes and said, "I thought you were dead a long time ago. But I think you wish you were dead now."

…

…

Gao Huan, courtesy name Yanchen.

This is his human name.

He is a member of the demon royal family with outstanding talent and pure blood, and he is also the last demon to have studied in the human race.

Mr. Tang knew that he had once been a disciple in the Changsheng Sect, but he really saw him in Luoyang.

Luoyang was besieged and Gao Huan's identity was exposed, but no one dared to kill him because the demon army outside the city wanted him safe.

Mrs. Tang and his companions wanted to assassinate him, but were stopped by their elders.

"If Shang knew you were still alive, he would be very happy."

Mr. Tang looked at Gao Huan and said, "He was the one who wanted to kill you the most back then."

Gao Huan said: "If you dared to take action back then, I would have pinched you to death with one finger."

Mr. Tang said: "Yes, you were much stronger than us at that time."

Gao Huan sneered and said, "If I hadn't been attacked by you today, I might not have lost."

Mr. Tang shook his head and said, "Wrong. Even if you win today, you will lose in the end."

Gao Huan raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Why?"

Mr. Tang said: "Because we have been waiting for a thousand years, if we still can't win, it makes no sense."

Gao Huan said: "Luoyang has been surrounded by us for a long time, but you haven't lost either."

"Luoyang is not the old city of Xue, and the biggest difference is that you couldn't enter the city until the end."

Mrs. Tang paused and said, "And we will enter Xue Lao City soon."

Gao Huan's body became a little stiff.

Mrs. Tang reached out and patted his shoulder and said, "Admit defeat."

Maybe it was the shock from Mrs. Tang's palm.

A line of clear tears flowed down Gao Huan's face.

He still kept his smile, but it was particularly ugly, with pain written all over his young face.

"If His Majesty is still here, you will all die..."

Gao Huan's voice suddenly rose and he shouted sternly: "No! If he died earlier, why would this happen!"

If that great demon king had died long ago, how could he be imprisoned in the abyss seven hundred years ago? He will definitely become a legend among the demon clan.

In the past thousand years, how many talented people like him in the demon clan were brutally killed because they threatened the status of the old demon king? How many real talents have been destroyed by so many purges in Xue Lao City? What kind of damage did those killings cause to the demons?

There is no answer, the demon king is dead.

Tears became increasingly urgent, washing down his pale cheeks. Gao Huan felt that his heart ached. He clutched the soft armor tightly with his left hand, blocking his chest, and breathing became more and more difficult.

Finally, he slowly fell to the ground and stopped breathing.

Mr. Tang looked at his body and was silent for a long time, thinking of many past events.

That was the real past, because it was almost a thousand years ago.

On Luoliuyuan, the demon army was like a black tide.

Human body parts can often be seen in the mouths of bloodthirsty giant wolves.

Luoyang City was besieged, and the city gates were only opened three times in a few months.

At the very beginning, the demon army demanded that the human race hand over Gao Huan.

The gate of Luoyang City was open, and the sunlight filtered in from there, stretching the figure of the demon genius boy very long.

Gao Huan walked towards the outside of the city, his pace was very steady and his laughter was very arrogant.

Two lines of tears fell from Old Mrs. Tang's face.

People were shocked.

The girl selling cosmetics and the general from the grain transport team came over quickly, trying to persuade her.

Mr. Tang shed tears over Gao Huan's body. In the eyes of many people, this is probably a sign of sympathy between great people?

Wei Shangshu and the blind piano master knew that this was not the case.

Those are muddy tears. What I need most is a cup of celebration, not comfort.

"Happy! I'm so happy!"

Mrs. Tang cried and shouted: "Go to Xue Lao City quickly, I want to be happier!"