Chapter 901: Token
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“Why are there two chiefs?”
“Ah! There’s a chief on the stage, and now there’s another chief. Which one is the real one?”
“Oh my G.o.d, I was wondering why the ceremony was so strange recently.”
“Yes, some tribesmen are also strange.”
“Which one is fake?”
“It’s too similar. I can’t tell at all!”
Below the stage.
Lu Feng was furious. “My clansmen, don’t be deceived. The person on the stage is wearing a human skin mask. He’s fake!”
The clansmen looked towards the stage.
On the stage, Eagletooth also said angrily, “You’re the fake one. I’m Lu Feng. I still have the clan leader’s token.”
After saying that, he took out the token.
The token was indeed real.
Lu Feng continued, “You stole my token and have been the chief for so many days. You should return it to me, right?”
The sect master of the South Eagle Sect gestured to the patrol team behind him. “Go and take down the fake chief!”
“Alright!”
Wen Chuan descended from the sky and landed beside Lu Feng. He protected the two of them and muttered an incantation, “Land!”
In an instant, countless Soul Returning Gra.s.s fell from the sky.
The smell of the Soul Returning Gra.s.s spread throughout the square.
“What is this?”
“My head is spinning!”
“I can’t. I’m too uncomfortable.”
“Could this be the Soul Returning Gra.s.s?”
“Ahhh, my head hurts. I can’t take it.”
In an instant, the entire square buzzed.
The sect master on the stage looked at Wen Chuan on the table and then at Wen Chuan below the stage. With a vexed expression, he pulled out his sword and stabbed at Wen Chuan on the table.
The moment he was stabbed, Wen Chuan disappeared from the table.
“It’s indeed an illusion!”
The Sect Master was so angry that his face darkened. He shouted at Eagletooth, “What are you guys doing? How could you let these three people escape? You’re really useless!”
Eagletooth was in disbelief.
Could it be that the three people on the stage were all fake?
Boom!
The entrance of the plaza was broken through, many people from the Black Magic Master tribe and Metaphysics Management Office rushed in and tied up those people from the Luban tribe who were having a headache.
Wen Chuan condensed his magic power into a sword.
He leaped onto the stage and looked at the Sect Master. “How have you been? Sacred Blood.”
Hundreds of years ago, Sacred Blood died under Wen Chuan’s sword in a huge battle in Chinatown.
Wen Chuan thought that he must be dead.
Unexpectedly, Sacred Blood had revived again.
“Hahaha…” Sacred Blood laughed crazily.
Wen Chuan looked at him coldly. “How many more lives do you want to kill?”
The Sacred Blood’s expression gradually turned cold. “If you hadn’t appeared, I would have unified the entire country hundreds of years ago. I would have been a king long ago. What’s wrong with me reviving my warriors?”
As long as his hegemony succeeded, the world would only praise his greatness. No one would remember what he had done.
He did not care what everyone said.
Wen Chuan said, “Surrender!”
He held his sword and stabbed at Sacred Blood.
Unexpectedly, Scard Blood was one step faster. He stabbed a dagger into his neck and laughed crazily. “Wen Chuan, you will never be able to kill me. As long as I commit suicide, I will still have a chance to revive. The next time will be your death!”
At the last moment of his life, Sacred Blood sent an order to the disciples to destroy the entire Luban Tribe.
The disciples obeyed. “Yes!”
Many people from the Luban Tribe who had been possessed rushed out of the square. They lit the torches in their hands and lit them up at the buildings.
Soon, the entire tribe was engulfed in flames.
At the same time, Lu Jin received Yu Su’s instructions and immediately transported all the books in the library to the cellar using machinery.
All the books were safe under the desperate operation.
Yu Su walked into the square, grabbed Lu Li and Shen Yin, and tied them up.
She was about to knock the poison out of their mouths.
Unexpectedly, the two of them had already crushed the medicine in their fight.
The two of them were poisoned to death.
Lu Mo pounced on the two of them and wailed.
These two people were indeed his parents, but they had been possessed half a year ago and originally could have returned.
Unfortunately, the people of the South Eagle Clan were too vicious. They would rather die than leave any clues.
Lu Mo cried, “Dad, Mom, you can leave first. Momo will accompany you in the future. I’ll do a good funeral for you.”