The Dragon from Hell

Looking at Long Daoling standing in front of him, Qin Feng felt like a child who had been working hard outside and found his backbone in an instant.

The heavy burden that had been pressing on him was also removed in an instant, and he felt so relaxed that he seemed to fall down at any time.

"Master..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he choked up.

In Qin Feng's impression, Long Daoling has always been serious and unsmiling.

Even when he came to Shencheng to save him last time, he never approached him to talk.

However, today, Long Daoling's face, which had not smiled for five years, actually showed a bit of joy.

He reached out and patted Qin Feng's shoulder, like coaxing a child, and said in a gentle voice: "Good boy, you have suffered."

If Long Daoling hadn't come today, let alone Qin Feng, I'm afraid even the people in Panlong Hall would find it difficult to break out of the heavy siege.

And the moment Luo Yuhuai made a move, he wanted Qin Feng's life.

If Qin Feng didn't die, the Wumeng and the Yuanyue Church would leave a huge hidden danger for themselves, and they would never allow such a thing to happen.

So Qin Feng's killing of Cao Bian today was a great risk.

But if Cao Bian was not killed, the Panlong Palace would always be a mess in the eyes of others and would never stand up.

As the Dragon Lord, Qin Feng inherited the legacy of his master, so he could never watch his enemy leave alive.

Qin Feng was taking a risk when he stabbed Cao Bian with the sword.

And now, Cao Bian has not completely died, but has used all his internal energy to seal his heart meridian. As long as he is rescued in time, he may still have a chance of survival.

"Master, I..."

Qin Feng was about to speak, but Long Daoling smiled and shook his head at him: "I should thank you for being able to do this. If I do it, I'm afraid I won't do better than you."

As Long Daoling said this, he touched Qin Feng's head lovingly like an ordinary elder.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Cao Bian on the ground.

Since Long Daoling appeared, Luo Yuhuai had retreated more than ten steps, staring at this side with a covetous look, and everyone else stopped.

The powerful aura of Long Daoling covered the entire venue. The flute that could emit sound blades was pinned on his lower back. It looked ordinary, but it was not to be underestimated.

Long Daoling walked towards Cao Bian step by step. When the latter saw him, he used all his strength to support his body and kept retreating.

Long Daoling did not change his face and walked in front of him in a few steps.

"Bi'an... It has been ten years since you and me last met, right?"

Long Daoling spoke, but sighed.

"In fact, I have always known that with your ability, you will live well even if you escape to Nanyang. Perhaps staying in Panlong Palace is not your best future after all. You chose to go to Nanyang, which is a place that suits you very well. But... why do you want to come back?"

Long Daoling's voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

Many people looked at each other in surprise, and they really couldn't understand whether Long Daoling's words were mocking or sincere.

Only Qin Feng, who had been with Long Daoling day and night for five years, could hear Long Daoling's helplessness from these words.

He was sincere.

It seems that in Long Daoling's heart, he didn't want to kill Cao Bian.

When Long Daoling was seriously injured and missing, and Cao Bian and others escaped, the master might have been relieved.

At this moment, he understood why Long Daoling didn't mention revenge when he left the Nether Prison.

Moreover, although Long Daoling's body had recovered long ago, he still locked himself in the Netherworld Prison, living the most austere life, and was unwilling to return to Dragon Country.

It turned out that in his heart, he always had sympathy for Cao Bian.

But he also understood that Cao Bian's betrayal had brought too much impact to Panlong Hall, and many Panlong Hall disciples died at Cao Bian's hands.

As the Dragon Lord, if he could not avenge his dead disciples, he would be too sorry for those living lives.

But he did not forget why Cao Bian's father died, and he did not forget the friendship of raising Cao Bian.

So he chose to close himself and locked himself in the Netherworld Prison to atone for his sins.

And he also gave himself an excuse. As long as Cao Bian did not return to Dragon Country, he would never leave the Netherworld Prison in his life.

The last time he walked out of the Netherworld Prison was just to save Qin Feng.

So today, is he still here just for Qin Feng?

When Cao Bian heard his words, although he couldn't speak, he suddenly raised his head and stared at him, his eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't hide his hatred at all.

In addition to hatred, there was also a little unwillingness.

Perhaps in his opinion, he couldn't killLong Daoling, after all, is a pity.

Long Daoling looked at the eyes that he had raised himself, which were now full of hatred, and sighed: "Bi'an, they all said you betrayed me before, but in fact, in my opinion, you didn't betray me, you just chose the path you wanted to take."

"But it's a pity that you shouldn't have used the lives of so many disciples at the cost of their lives from the beginning, just come directly at me alone."

"You want to kill me, do you think I will really kill you?"

Long Daoling's words did not have too many emotional ups and downs, but Qin Feng could hear regret and lament from his words.

Perhaps, Cao Bi'an chose the wrong path from the beginning.

No matter how much hatred he had for Long Daoling, he shouldn't have instigated others to rebel with him and killed too many disciples of Panlong Hall.

If it weren't for this, even if he failed to assassinate Long Daoling, he wouldn't have to flee to Nanyang, let alone stand on the brink of death like now.

Perhaps, Long Daoling will not only leave him a way out, but may also take the initiative to send him away.

"I know you hate me."

Long Daoling shook his head and said to Cao Bian: "But if I tell you that you have hated the wrong person all these years, will you feel guilty for the brothers and sisters who died in your hands?"

Cao Bian's eyes were red, staring at Long Daoling without blinking, obviously not believing what Long Daoling said.

"Think about it carefully, now that things have come to this, what else can I lie to you about?" Long Daoling looked at him with pity: "Bian, when I appeared here today, you should have understood that you must die today."

"Since I want to kill you, there is naturally no need to lie to you anymore."

"I will only tell you one thing, the so-called 'evidence' you got in your hand was just an illusion I created for your mother. I arranged her departure, but I did not instruct her death."

"The person who really killed your mother...is the Shura Sect."