Chapter 115: Three Breaths Without Saying, Water Droplets Kill.

In an instant, the saint's mouth curled up in a cold sneer, his posture became extremely arrogant, and he responded with disdain in his words.

"Lin Chen, we need to have a good talk!"

"If you really want to know the clues about Lin Xinglan's disappearance, you must come to the meeting in person instead of hiding and not even daring to meet her?"

"It can't be... He doesn't dare to show up at all. The so-called search for sister is just an excuse."

Obviously, in addition to continuing the previous deception, these words also conceal malice and calculation that should not be underestimated.

There is also a hint of deliberate provocation.

In the eyes of these saints, Lin Chen had only relied on those mysterious ancient treasures, and he had always been hiding in the human world, isolating himself from the world.

The long distance limit infinitely enhances the threat it poses.

But once he really stepped into the sight of the saints, or into their attack range, the outcome would be self-evident.

At that time, with just a little trick, it would be easy to capture it as if taking something from a bag.

After this, everything they possess will naturally be completed by those saints.

On the other side, as soon as the words fell, murderous intent suddenly surged in the depths of Lin Chen's eyes.

It's like a cold sword being unsheathed, cold and intimidating.

His impatience just now prevented him from thinking carefully.

But this clumsy answer was like a sharp dagger, revealing the naked nature of the lie.

There is no doubt that the other party's malicious intentions are obvious, and it can almost be said that they are 100% malicious.

The intention to deceive is also almost certain, reaching over 98 percent.

Although, this body now is not the original one, it is just the clone No. 2.

Even if something unexpected happens, it will not affect you at all.

But the feeling of being deceived still made Lin Chen feel angry from the bottom of his heart.

The next moment, the huge projection slowly spoke.

"Three breaths! I give you three breaths! If you can't give me any valuable clues, you will die!"

Lin Chen did not allow any explanation. His words were as heavy as a rock and resoundingly loud. Domination and murderous intent were running rampant in his words, as if to freeze the air.

In the illusory projection, the indifference in his eyes was like ice, brooking no questioning or argument, so cold that it made people tremble uncontrollably.

On the other side, the saint who took the initiative to provoke trouble suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

A certain unknown ominous premonition quietly crept into his heart, and vaguely, he felt that the words he had just said seemed to have crossed the line.

However, the strong fire of self-esteem burning in his heart would not allow him to have the slightest thought of showing weakness.

After a moment, the saint stiffened his neck, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he resolutely decided to continue speaking outrageously.

Even though it's like dancing on thin ice, it's extremely dangerous.

"Humph! You are such a coward! Lin Chen! Are you afraid? Have you lost the courage to stand in front of me?"

"If that's the case, it's better to give up the idea as soon as possible! I will never hand over any information to a coward in my life!"

"As an ordinary person, even if there is external force, but lacking the strong mind to drive it, you are nothing but a waste in the end."

“True strength comes from the heart, from faith, and from the understanding of Tao.”

"And you? You are just a fool who suddenly gained power that he cannot control..."

At this moment, before he finished speaking, the approaching breath of death suddenly surged into the saint's heart.

It's like dark clouds covering the sun, making it hard to breathe.

His eyes instantly changed from amusement to fear, and the contempt on his face was replaced by shock.

The arrogance in his heart collapsed, and he just wanted to escape. But he saw ten silver blades shining with the cold light of death, like the sickle of the god of death, instantly filling every inch of space in his pupils.

"you do not……"

"boom--"

A deafening explosion, like the heaviest drumstick in the world, shattered all luck and fantasy.

With a thunderous sound, the saint instantly turned into a shocking blood-red mist, paying a terrible price for his wild words.

Even the hardest skull and bones were not spared and were shattered and destroyed.

Ten water drop weapons rushed over with a resolute force, and in just a moment, they completely blew up the saint.

Upon seeing this, the other saints instantly felt a chill down their spines, as if their lives were no longer under their control.

At this moment, Lin Chen's projection also spoke with a cold tone.

"The three breaths are up. Go die! From this moment on, these ten water drops will follow you forever until you perish completely."

"The spirit is immortal? Reborn by a drop of blood? I would like to study how long it can last."

Hearing this, the eyes of the four saints beside him suddenly widened, and an indescribable shock surged in their hearts.

If this is true, does it mean that the saint just now is destined to fall?
What is even more shocking is that his temper is like a raging fire, and after just a few minutes of conversation, the dispute escalates to a life-and-death situation.

He mercilessly issued a death ultimatum to a saint and took action accordingly.

Its violence is truly jaw-dropping.

To be honest, everything in front of me is quite different from the expected scenes of verbal battles, verbal exchanges, etc.

However, in addition to being shocked, the other four saints could not help but feel an irrepressible rage rising in their hearts.

How dare the other party treat that saint like this.

Then, it is probably only a matter of time before the same brutal methods are inflicted on them.

At this moment, the situation has directly affected the safety of life and can no longer be ignored.

In an instant, the four saints suddenly released a terrifying and powerful aura of oppression.

In addition, four huge spiritual realms descended one after another, intertwined, converged and merged together.

It was like countless filamentous spiritual tentacles twisting wildly in the field.

It seems like both an exploration and a warning.

At the same time, they took turns to utter accusations in sharp words.

"Lin Chen, what exactly do you want to do? You must know that the saints are the backbone and pillars of the human race. Without our protection, the human world would have fallen into the hands of aliens long ago."

"That's right! If we want to reward people based on their merits, not only you, but also your sister Lin Xinglan, owes a debt of gratitude to all the saints of the human race for their life and death protection."

"Do you really want to be a villain who betrays his faith? Let me ask you, if it weren't for us, how could you two siblings have a foothold in this world and survive?"

"Lin Chen! Why don't you stop?"

"..."

Unfortunately, moral kidnapping is completely useless to Lin Chen.

Even if what he said is true, what can he do?
Could he just sit there and wait to die, or be merciful and act like a saint, letting these people go again and again?

Perhaps, there really are such "magnanimous" people in the world who repay evil with kindness.

But it was obvious that it was not Lin Chen.

And Lin Chen will never be that kind of person.

(End of this chapter)