Wang Tong grinned as he reflected on the hellish time he had endured to gain more power to fight Li Shimming. Wang Tong knew from the beginning that as the protege of Li Feng, his fate would cross path with that of Li Feng's descendants, regardless if Wang Tong had met and fallen in love with Ma Xiaoru or not.
"Boss, what are they talking about? Try it on me!" Karl said as he pointed the finger at himself. Karl had also made a significant improvement in his soul energy, but he didn't spend much time on training METAL combat skills. Instead, he had chosen to focus on fleet combat.
Hu Yangxuan wanted to warn Karl about Wang Tong's new power, but it was already too late. As soon as Wang Tong initiated his tactics, Karl's face turned bleak and stumbled back a few steps before he was pressed against the wall.
It took Karl a while to gather himself.
Wind blew from the open shaft below and tousled Luke’s blond hair.
Being forced into a corner like an injured animal, Luke clung to the post with the only arm that he had left as he stared at the cloaked Sith Lord—a masked nightmare.
“Obi-wan never told you what happened to your father.” Luke heard the Sith lord hissed, his voice was twisted wisps of dark forces.
“He told me enough! ”Luke retorted, eyes filled with fire. The mere mentioning of his father by the evil Darth Vader was an unforgivable sin, yet, a tingling curiosity rose inside of him. Who is my father and WHAT happened to him?
Darth Vader paused for a second and then announced: “He didn’t vote for this novel.”
“NO, NOOOOOOOOO~”
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