Chapter 116: Stop talking nonsense. Go to hell.

At this moment, Lin Chen's projection stood under the stern questioning of the four saints, but his expression was indifferent, as if all the troubles in the world had nothing to do with him.

Deep in his eyes, there was a chill that seemed like ten thousand years of ice, so cold that it could pierce through his soul.

A moment later, the familiar voice once again penetrated the space and lingered in the ears of several people.

"Next, if you can't reveal any valuable information within ten breaths, you will all die!"

After he finished speaking, hundreds of "water drop" weapons appeared behind him.

Just like real water droplets, they sparkle in the dim light and reflect dazzling light.

Moreover, it also made a gentle humming sound and floated leisurely in the air.

It is both beautiful and full of murderous intent.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the four saints suddenly shrank, and the depths of their pupils were filled with incredible shock.

As he nodded, he couldn't help but utter exclamations.

"How...how is it possible! This...this...are so many?"

"Oh my God! This is terrible! This is terrible!"

"This is terrible! What should I do now?"

"..."

Then, there was silence, and they looked at each other with unspoken anxiety and panic.

Moral blackmail is useless. You want to take advantage of the opportunity to show off your eloquence, but the other party doesn't even listen and just uses a wave of punches to beat the master to death.

On the other side, there was undisguised contempt hidden in Lin Chen's eyes, and his gaze was full of disdain.

These people are simply double standard dogs.
Faced with reason, they are powerless to refute, so they want to resort to force and attempt to suppress others with force.

But once the other party also talks about strength, they will be exhausted and start hypocritically trying to return to the debate arena of reason.

So no matter what, we must act according to the wishes of these people.

Are you kidding me?
In this world, the planet will continue to function normally without anyone, so why do we have to listen to others?

Compared to those guys with double standards, Lin Chen is consistent and focused on walking his own path.

I never beat around the bush and never give you any big truths.

When faced with problems, the only language is action, using strength to break through all obstacles.

If the problem is difficult to solve, then it's better not to waste time and energy on it.

It would be better to just solve the problem of the person who raised the question and the source of the problem.

at the same time.

As the huge countdown numbers above the projection became smaller and smaller, the breath of death was approaching relentlessly.

The panic in the hearts of the four saints grew like weeds.

After all, when the number finally drops to zero, it will be a sign of their end and demise.

Behind Lin Chen, there are at least hundreds of "water drops" densely arranged, all of which contain terrifying power.

Not to mention just four people, even if all the saints of the entire human race were added together, they would probably find it difficult to withstand a catastrophe of this scale.

When they thought of this, they couldn't help but feel an indescribable regret deep in their hearts.

If I had known the outcome of today, even if I had a thousand or ten thousand courages, I would never dare to set foot here and seek death.

The so-called missing information was completely a lie, just to lure Lin Chen's real body to appear here.

But they never expected that the other party would have such an explosive reaction.

Moreover, he was ruthless and merciless, without any mercy at all.

"Bang bang bang~"

Not far away, there was a deafening sound. The saint kept reshaping his body, but it seemed as if fate was playing a trick on him. Every time it took shape, ten streams of light would immediately attack. Each time it existed, it was as short as a flash of light that lasted a billionth of a second.

Even though it put up a tenacious resistance, it was still shattered in an instant.

The blood mist continued to explode and spread, like a bunch of extremely beautiful and sad flowers of the other shore, blooming one after another in the air and refusing to stop.

It is so beautiful that it makes people's heart flutter, but it also exudes a suffocating smell of death, weird and deadly.

In the fusion field of the fourth-level saint-level mental power, countless mental tentacles as thin as hair were dancing wildly.

Desperately stretching, entangled, and weaving a giant spiritual net, trying to capture those invisible, elusive, ghost-like droplet-shaped black-tech weapons.

Unfortunately, however, if we spend a long time studying it, we may be able to find a chance to crack it.

But in this fleeting moment, all efforts seem so pale and powerless.

The property of being immune to mental attacks alone is enough for them to study for several years.

Not to mention, its frightening hardness. Even if one is lucky enough to find its whereabouts and launch an attack,
I'm afraid it would be difficult to shake it in the slightest, and it would be impossible to leave the slightest scratch on it.

After all, it's all in vain.

No matter how much planning and scheming one has done in the early stages, under the suppression of absolute strength,

All the clever layout and careful planning will only turn into an illusory bubble.

No matter how many conspiracies and tricks there are, they cannot withstand the crushing power of grandeur.

After a few breaths, the countdown quietly changed from the number ten to the number three.

The shadow of death was like a heavy black veil, silently covering the four saints.

And they are like travelers lost in a dark maze.

Searching desperately for a glimmer of hope, but still wandering in a dead end, or in other words, trapped in a maze with no exit.

During the fleeting seven breaths of time, the saint who was attacked first used up all his strength to concentrate his body again and again.

This continued for thirty-six times, just to find a ray of hope and create opportunities for the other four saints.

However, all efforts were in vain and yielded no results.

At the same time, among the hundreds of crystal clear drop-shaped weapons floating behind Lin Chen, forty of them were quietly flashing silver light.

It was as if the brightest star in the night sky suddenly disappeared into the void.

Their destination is self-evident.

The next moment, the countdown had turned to two.

The fear that death could come at any time silently broke through the psychological defenses of a certain saint.

Urgent roars and shouts suddenly came out of his mouth.

"Stop! Lin Chen! Stop right now! I have information about Lin Xinglan's disappearance!"

The other three immediately came to their senses upon hearing this and began to speak one after another.

"Wait! You can't tell me! I would rather die than let this despicable person get the information he wants the most."

"I think we should tell Lin Chen! As long as he swears a heavenly oath that he will never attack the human race in the future, it will be fine."

"Bullshit! The Heavenly Dao Oath is only valid for warriors. He is not a warrior, so what if he breaks the agreement? He must hand over the control of those weapons, otherwise, you must not tell me!"

"..."

Obviously, in addition to delaying time, he is also trying to see if he can fool the other party.

Whichever goal is achieved, there will be great benefits.

On the other side, Lin Chen's eyes were full of sarcasm, and he had no intention of speaking at all.

He quietly watched those saints talking to each other, as if he was watching a group of idiots waiting to die.

(End of this chapter)