Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 74: Victory! Climb! Dragon! Sword!

Everyone in the Wang family was immersed in the horror of He Songling's ability to paint divine paintings.

For the Wang family, He Songling was more than just simulating the secret of their family. The first was that he was able to see through and use the magic paint after a short fight; the second was that he was able to integrate his paintings into his family's formation; the third was that the things he drew were even more magical than the strange beasts passed down by his ancestors.

For the elders of the Wang family who have practiced Shentu for most of their lives, this is tantamount to the collapse of their worldview.

However, He Songling would not wait for them to come back to their senses. It was the head of the Wang family, otherwise he would not be able to be the head of the family. He was the first to react. When he saw a flash of light flying in front of him, he shouted, "Be careful, he is coming, tighten the net!"

He Songling, whose whole body was in a state of Qi, moved so fast that even if the Wang family members reacted, it was too late for them to do anything. They could only use all their strength to tighten the Qi net in their hands in an attempt to resist He Songling.

Obviously, for He Songling, who could easily defeat any strange beast in the sky, the Wang family’s prayers were really funny.

"Boom!"

Facing the huge net in front of him, he moved his fingers, and a long sword appeared in his hand, flashing with cold light. After a few strikes, the net was cut into pieces. He Songling finally understood Gusu Murong's happiness. He gave someone a taste of his own medicine. This was the most perfect way to show off.

"Hey, Wang family, I will expel you from the entire clan today!"

He Songling let out a strange cry and stepped on the head of the Wang family master. Then he stretched out his hand and the Dragon God, which was fighting fiercely in the air, broke away from the battlefield and flew towards him.

"I've wanted to try it for a long time." He Songling leaped up, relying on his Qi-transformed body to merge into the Dragon God created by the painting. The long sword he just drew was also held in the hands of the Dragon God. He held the sword in both hands, raised his arms high, and shouted: "We will win! Climb! Dragon! Sword!!"

The huge sword energy was like splitting mountains and seas, slashing towards the group of elders of the Wang family.

With a loud "boom", the Wang family members were split on both sides by this blow. Many of them vomited blood, their bones were broken, and they looked dying.

Even the long street behind them was split into two, leaving a long gully in the middle.

All the elders of the Wang family looked ashen in an instant, and they no longer had the will to fight.

No, more than 20 people gathered together and attacked with all their strength, but they couldn't stop his sword. How can this be played? Isn't it open?
One of the elders shouted unwillingly, "Master, start the formation and swallow up his paintings!"

"I do want to!" Patriarch Wang said bitterly. He had wanted to do this for a long time, but he just couldn't do it.

Under normal circumstances, it might be possible, but today, so many of the Wang family's preserved calligraphy treasures were sacrificed at the same time, and they were all assimilated and amplified in this formation. It was already at full capacity, and the head of the Wang family was simply unable to control the formation in detail to perform operations on a single painting. He could only operate a large area at a time.

Either start it or stop it. But if the formation was stopped, the strange things drawn by He Songling would not disappear. Instead, they would lose a lot of helpers. Wouldn't that be even worse? The head of the Wang family was unwilling, but he couldn't stop it at all.

"One more and one more!"

On the other hand, He Songling seemed to have discovered a new world, and he was having a blast. He got out of the Dragon God, and asked the Dragon God to turn around to block the Wang family's paintings, and then dragged the Tiger King over.

"Come on, Storm Nebula Rift!"

"Ow!"

The tiger king drawn by the god roared, and there seemed to be a nebula spinning behind him, and he pounced on the Wang family. The speed was so fast that almost every elder of the Wang family who fought with He Songling had several lines on his face. "Master!"

He Songling almost made the Wang family elders cry. Usually, they acted like high-ranking masters and were admired by thousands of people. Even if they left the Wang family, their status as Wang family elders was worthy of respect from thousands of people. But today, the big tiger came up and scratched their faces!
In fact, they should be thankful that He Songling is not yet proficient in the magic painting. If he had really tried to draw a real tiger king, these people's necks might have been broken.

"Ugh……"

Patriarch Wang closed his eyes in pain.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, as if a huge bomb full of ink exploded, turning most of the Wang family compound into ruins. Pulled by the formation, all the ink treasure beasts in the air also exploded at the same time.

The huge force of the explosion even blew He Songling away for a long distance, not to mention the divine paintings that were protecting him, which had to be blown up as consumables.

He Songling was in mid-air, looking down. The self-destruction formation, this Wang family master was really decisive, and he could make such a decision immediately. Even he was blown away, and the Wang family suffered heavy losses. Many were directly killed by the explosion. You have to know that He Songling made such a fuss, but no one died.

Since it has come to this, it is enough to think that it is almost over. After this battle, it is estimated that the Wang family will have to recuperate for a while, and they will not have the energy or courage to try to seize their own "magic power" again.

"The Wang family is really capable. Quan Xing will not let you go. Just wait and see!"

He Songling turned around and flew away, leaving only his deliberately hoarse voice echoing in the air.

"The master seems to have left."

After a long time, the elders of the Wang family who stood up from the ruins looked at the sky with lingering fear and said.

"Hmm..." Patriarch Wang looked as ugly as if he had eaten a dead child. After thinking for a while, he spoke with difficulty, "Save people first, and ignore everything else. Human life is the most important. Count the casualties and losses as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

Several old Wang family members who were less seriously injured and still able to stand clasped their fists and agreed, but some still asked unwillingly, "Master, are we just going to let this go?"

"Of course we can't just let it go." The head of the Wang family shook his head. "The Wang family has encountered such a disaster, we must have a countermeasure. Tomorrow morning, use all the channels of the Wang family to spread the word that the Wang family was attacked by Quan Xing and suffered heavy losses. Please come to our aid."

"Okay, I will definitely invite everyone to come here."

"Why invite them? The war is over. Are we going to invite them to help or just make fun of the Wang family?" The head of the Wang family waved his hands in disinterest. "It's said to be a rumor, but it's actually for He Songling to hear. We must send this request for help to He Songling."

"Second!"

The eldest brother of the Wang family head said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? The person who can use our family's magic in such a short time is not Quan Xing at all, he must be He Songling!"

(End of this chapter)