70: Godhead Fragment

Fear instantly replaced the expressions of Zou Ying, Meng Guangyuan, and Wang Dang, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Zhang Xuanling has arrived!

He has really arrived!

“We’re finished!”

Meng Guangyuan murmured, “We’re done for! We’re absolutely dead!”

But to his surprise, Zhang Xuanling did not immediately strike to kill; instead, he looked at Tang Long and said indifferently,

“Tang Long, for all these years, you’ve hidden in the Qinling Mountains, being meticulous and cautious, not daring to overstep your bounds!”

“But this time!”

“You actually willingly took such a great risk to kill my grandson!”

“I’m very curious, what benefits did those sons of mine promise you that made you act?”

Zhang Xuanling and Tang Long were from the same era, both born before the Great Cataclysm. Tang Long was a few years younger than him.

As they were both Chang’an natives, they experienced the Great Cataclysm together, went through the apocalypse together, and fought against monsters together…

They were old acquaintances!

Zhang Xuanling knew Tang Long’s character well. For all these years, he had been holed up in the depths of the Qinling Mountains, seemingly gathering forces and living freely.

In reality, he was nothing more than a bandit leader, not someone to be taken seriously.

Therefore, Tang Long was usually meticulous and cautious, fearing to provoke powerful enemies!

But this time, he actually risked offending him to kill his grandson, which was very out of character for Tang Long.

There must have been a sufficiently great benefit driving him to do such a thing!

Zhang Xuanling really wanted to know what it was that could make him so tempted?

The moment Zhang Xuanling descended, Tang Long knew he was finished.

Given Zhang Xuanling’s ruthless style, he would not let him go!

Facing death, Tang Long instead shed his fear and gave a hearty laugh:

“Old Brother Zhang certainly understands his sons, knowing that they hired me to kill your grandson!”

Tang Long glanced at Zhang Fan, sighed deeply, and all his unwillingness and resentment turned into helplessness and bitterness.

“But Old Brother Zhang probably doesn’t know what price your son would pay to hire me!”

As Tang Long spoke, he flipped his right hand, and an object quietly appeared in his hand.

It was an irregular yellowish-brown crystal. No, it couldn’t be called a complete crystal; it should be a fragment.

A small, inconspicuous fragment the size of a fingernail.

But it was precisely this fingernail-sized fragment that made Zhang Xuanling’s expression suddenly change, and his pupils contract sharply.

“This is…”

Zhang Xuanling stared intently at this fragment, his expression constantly shifting.

There was shock, confusion, pleasant surprise, and also disbelief…

“Didn’t expect this, Old Brother Zhang?”

“Your own son actually dared to give away such a treasure!”

Tang Long taunted, then looked at the yellowish-brown crystal fragment, his eyes filled with deep obsession:

“To be honest, when I saw this thing, the shock in my heart was no less than Old Brother Zhang’s!”

“I didn’t expect your son to have such a treasure in his hands!”

“I even less expected him to be willing to give it to me rather than to you, his father—this is unreasonable!”

Tang Long looked at Zhang Xuanling and sneered, “It seems Old Brother Zhang’s relationship with his son isn’t very good!”

Zhang Xuanling ignored the taunt and sarcasm in Tang Long’s words, shifted his gaze from the crystal fragment, and said,

“This thing is indeed worth you taking such a great risk!”

“After all, as long as you break through to the Nascent Soul stage, you can fuse with this thing, and any price paid is worth it!”

“Yes!”

Tang Long agreed deeply: “Any price is worth it!”

“As long as I fuse with this thing, I can become one of the most powerful beings on this planet!”

“From then on, I’ll jump off the chessboard, become a flag-bearer, high above, looking down on everything, disregarding worldly rules!”

“It’s just a pity…”

Tang Long glanced at Zhang Fan: “It’s a pity that Heaven helped him, not me!”

“You are mistaken!”

Zhang Xuanling shook his head: “Xiao Fan’s escape from your hands was entirely due to himself; it has nothing to do with Heaven!”

“Perhaps!”

Tang Long did not refute, because refuting was meaningless.

His fate was already sealed; what was the point of a war of words?

“One last question!”

Zhang Xuanling said, “Tell me, which unfilial son wants to kill Xiao Fan?”

“You can choose not to answer!”

“But even if you don’t say anything, I have ways to find out!”

Tang Long nodded slightly and said, “I don’t doubt Old Brother Zhang’s power; after all, you are a demigod!”

“But when you’re out in the world, you must be trustworthy. Since I promised your son, I naturally won’t go back on my word!”

“Then there’s nothing more to say!”

Zhang Xuanling waved his hand, and an invisible force surged forth.

“Boom—”

Tang Long instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist. His bones, muscles, and internal organs were completely pulverized.

Along with the blood, it formed a blood rain, sprinkling down onto the ground.

“Boss!!!”

Zou Ying, Meng Guangyuan, and Wang Dang looked at their boss, who had exploded into a blood mist, and their eyes showed endless sorrow.

Since the Great Cataclysm, they had followed their boss, fought alongside him, contended with monsters, and contended with people…

They had finally managed to establish a base in the chaotic world, becoming kings and overlords… those were their happiest days.

Later, when the country reorganized, they were forced to retreat into the deep mountains.

Although life in the mountains was simple, being far from the mundane world meant they didn’t have to curry favor with anyone, which was also a kind of freedom.

It’s just that…

They and their boss had weathered the Great Cataclysm together, survived the apocalypse together, only to die here in the end.

It was truly unwilling!

“Good riddance! Haha!”

Zou Ying cried and laughed at the same time, tears streaming down her face:

“Boss, I know that all these years you’ve been cooped up in the mountains, you’ve been depressed. You have greater ambitions!”

“So, I didn’t stop you this time!”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t give up this opportunity!”

“But we ultimately failed. So be it!”

“These years, being able to follow you, I’m already very content…”

Zhang Xuanling didn’t even look at the crying and laughing Zou Ying; he just waved his hand casually, and Zou Ying also exploded into a blood mist.

Then came Meng Guangyuan and Wang Dang. They said nothing from beginning to end, perhaps already despairing, with nothing left to say.

Zhang Fan watched silently, watching his grandfather sweep away the four members of the Demon Dragon Mountain like garbage, turning them into blood mist.

Although his grandfather had demonstrated this once before when dealing with the Ming Snake Squad, Zhang Fan was still shocked.

“This is a demigod!”

“Any Core Formation or Golden Core cultivator can be annihilated with a flick of a finger before a demigod!”

An endless longing arose in Zhang Fan’s heart—the longing to become a demigod!

If he were also a demigod, how could he have been so discomfited when besieged by Tang Long and those Core Formation and Golden Core cultivators?

“Power!”

Zhang Fan clenched his fists.

At this moment, Zhang Fan caught a glimpse of his grandfather reaching out and taking the yellowish-brown fragment that Tang Long had taken out into his hand.

Zhang Fan looked at this crystal fragment, feeling very confused.

It was for this fragment that Tang Long was willing to risk offending his grandfather to besiege him?

So, what exactly was this that made Tang Long so crazy?

“Grandpa, what is this?” Zhang Fan simply asked.

“This, ah…”

Zhang Xuanling’s gaze was profound as he said, “This is a divine spark!”