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“Bullshit! You're just a beast, unworthy of anyone's recognition,” Jing Qi said.

“Say what you want. Decide for yourself whether you want to leave.” Ling Luo didn't care, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the door.

“Oh, right. This request applies to you as well. If you can kill him, you can leave alive. The choice is yours.” Ling Luo smiled slyly at the four people behind Jing Qi.

The four of them immediately retreated upon hearing this.

This was clearly sowing discord.

The four of them certainly didn't have that kind of courage.

But whether Jing Qi believed it was another matter.

When faced with survival, no one can be trusted.

“Also, resources are scarce now, so I will only provide one person's worth of food and water each day.”

After Ling Luo finished speaking, he closed the door and left.

“Saint, don't be fooled by that kid. You must believe us, we would never attack you.” One of the four hurriedly stepped forward to express his loyalty.

“Attack? Are you worthy?” Jing Qi glanced at him disdainfully.

“...Yes, yes.” The man lowered his head and didn't say anything.

Jing Qi was a Tier 3 mutant, and the four behind him were all Tier 2, so they really weren't qualified to attack.

Now, all that lay before them was a dead end. Attacking would result in death, and not attacking would result in death from thirst.

They definitely wouldn't have a chance to get the one person's worth of water and food.

Jing Qi took a step and walked towards the edge of the protective shield.

He remembered the approximate location of this layer of air wall.

Feeling that he was almost there, he stopped and slowly raised his hand, reaching forward.

“Hiss~”

Along with a slight friction sound, the black leather glove on his hand was instantly cut off a layer.

The protective shield was composed of rapidly moving radon molecules.

Any object that approached would be quickly crushed into molecules.

Jing Qi quickly retracted his hand.

He didn't know what the thing in front of him was, or how to break it.

“You, come here.” Jing Qi said to one of his subordinates.

“Me?” The subordinate pointed to himself, a little frightened.

Jing Qi looked at him without saying a word.

This was a silent warning, meaning to tell him not to talk nonsense.

The subordinate also knew Jing Qi's temper and didn't dare to disobey, so he could only slowly walk over.

“Now, you rush outwards at the fastest speed to see if you can break through.” Jing Qi ordered.

“Ah? Saint, this, this, this is too risky, right?” The subordinate said tremblingly.

The invisible thing brought him a deeper fear.

Even a Tier 3 powerhouse's strongest attack could be withstood, so rushing outwards would inevitably lead to certain death.

“Crack, boom~”

Jing Qi was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he directly grabbed him and threw him outwards.

“Ah~”

“Snap~”

The subordinate only managed to shout half a sound before his entire body was completely blocked by the protective shield and completely shattered.

A burst of blood mist instantly erupted on the inner side of the shield.

The three people behind him were startled by this scene.

No one wanted to be the sacrificial experimental subject.

They were very flustered, glanced at each other, and found it difficult to make a decision for a while.

Jing Qi ignored them and continued to think about ways to leave.

He looked at the ceiling, looked at the floor, and looked at the backs of the three people.

He wasn't sure where he could break through.

“Bang~”

He struck the backs of the three people with a palm.

The few people were startled, but seeing that it wasn't hitting them, they breathed a sigh of relief.

When this palm struck, slight ripples surged above, and it was clear that there was also a protective shield behind them.

Ling Luo came to the monitoring room and observed every move inside through the screen.

Seeing Jing Qi constantly making various attempts, a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips.

Although Jing Qi was his Martial Uncle, he hadn't seen him much since he was a child.

The relationship was actually very weak.

So, Ling Luo didn't need to show any mercy to him.

He had already reported their arrival to Dongfang Chen at the first opportunity.

At this time, he was still in Bayingolin Mongol Autonomous Prefecture. The area there was very large, and the investigation had not yet been completed.

“What is your Martial Uncle's position in the cult?” Dongfang Chen asked through the digital eye.

“Like my master, he belongs to the Saint Rank.” Ling Luo replied.

The Saint Rank was a nominal position. Only those who reached this level could train Holy Sons.

“How many Holy Sons does he have under him?” Dongfang Chen asked.

“I don't know. I rarely see him, and I'm not very familiar with his situation.” Ling Luo replied.

“What is the relationship between him and your master?” Dongfang Chen asked.

“My master's name is Jing Ting, and his name is Jing Qi. They are all from the Jing generation. It is said that they were previously trained by the same Saint Rank, and they are Martial Brothers.” Ling Luo replied.

“How did he know you were here?” Dongfang Chen asked.

“I believe that within the Golden City underground base, there may still be other Holy Son forces.” Ling Luo said.

Not every Holy Son will form a Red Robe Cult branch.

Many people are actually lurking very deeply and will not easily develop their own forces, lest their identities be exposed.