Douluo: God rewards hard work, Tang San was broken by his hard work

The middle-aged Soul Lord looked suspicious of life.

Lin Chuan immediately rolled his eyes, "You are the soul master here. If you don't go up, how can I do it? Don't worry, I will be here to help you soon."

After saying this, without giving the middle-aged soul master a chance to react, Lin Chuan turned around and ran towards the other century-old ghost wolf.

Similar to what I had sensed before, this Netherworld Wolf's cultivation level was around six hundred years. It might not be a match for ordinary great soul masters, but it still couldn't defeat Lin Chuan.

"Ouch——"

The Nether Wolf roared like a gust of wind.

Lin Chuan opened his bow and nocked an arrow, and the yellow soul ring behind him suddenly lit up.

"Explosive Arrow!"

The arrow shot through the air and roared towards him.

Boom!

As expected, a violent explosion immediately occurred after the hit. The sudden impact caused the nearby weeds to stagger, and the sky was filled with flames that engulfed several ghost wolves.

"What a powerful soul skill!"

The sudden movement instantly attracted everyone's attention. Even the Netherworld wolves stopped briefly, with humanized fear in their eyes.

The flames subsided, and the six-hundred-year-old Nether Wolf was seen lying on the ground in a miserable state.

He was whimpering softly, all of his wolf fur had been burned away, and he looked particularly miserable.

"die!"

Lin Chuan shot another arrow through his head.

A dark yellow soul ring slowly emerged.

The battle came to an end in a flash of lightning, and no one around them even reacted.

"What are you doing standing still? The crisis has not been resolved yet!"

Lin Chuan did not stop, and drew another arrow and aimed it at the century-old ghost wolf that was under siege. The three great soul masters came to their senses instantly and immediately attacked with all their strength.

Soon, the century-old ghost wolf also turned into a corpse.

"It's your turn next!"

Lin Chuan looked at the alpha wolf.

Seeing that his little brothers were all killed in such a short period of time, this thousand-year-old ghost wolf how dared to stay any longer, roared in his mouth, turned around and fled without hesitation.

The other ghost wolves were called and all started to run away.

"I just want to run away now, it's too late!"

Lin Chuan snorted coldly and drew the bowstring again.

"Explosive Arrow!"

The arrow broke through the air and accurately landed not far in front of the Millennium Nether Wolf. It exploded violently again, and the fire swept across the sky. The impact knocked it directly out and hit the ground heavily.

"die!"

Taking this opportunity, Lin Chuan shot another arrow.

The arrow penetrated the Nether Wolf's throat and poked out from the other end. The thousand-year-old Nether Wolf roared and fell into a pool of blood.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

Seeing this, the other Netherworld wolves lost the restraint of the Millennium Netherworld Wolf King. They all ran away with their tails between their legs and disappeared into the wilderness without looking back.

Only corpses were left on the ground, telling the story of the battles that had taken place here.

"Win...win..."

"we won!"

Many mercenaries gradually recovered from their daze. With disbelief in their eyes, they looked up to the sky and shouted in ecstasy for the rest of their lives.

They survived!

Even the middle-aged Soul Master fell to the ground without any strength at this time. His whole body was already covered in bruises. The pain from large and small wounds made him grin, but he was full of joy in his heart.

It’s incredible to be able to survive a thousand-year-old Netherworld wolf pack.

"Phew...it's finally over!"

Lin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, and the black short bow in his hand turned into blue light spots and disappeared.

Although there were some changes along the way, at least there was no danger in the end, and the thousand-year-old Netherworld Wolf King was successfully killed, and at the same time, the Netherworld Wolf Pack was repelled.

"Master Lin, thank you for taking action this time. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid we would have been killed by wolves this time!"

The leader of the caravan stepped forward slowly, his words full of excitement.

It was undoubtedly the wisest decision to entrust Lin Chuan with the escort mission.

"You're welcome. I'm taking people's money to eliminate disasters. What's more, I'm doing it for myself. After all, if you die, I won't be able to survive the Netherworld wolves alone."

"Master Lin is so polite."

"This is a great kindness that I will never forget. If Soul Master Lin doesn't dislike it, please accept these ten gold soul coins. It can be regarded as a small token of appreciation from the caravan."

As he spoke, the caravan leader took out a money bag from his pocket.

Lin Chuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Although he said that, he was really short of money now. The previously agreed reward was only five Gintama coins, which was already a considerable amount of wealth, but it was still far from enough.

One gold soul coin can be exchanged for ten silver soul coins and ten thousand copper soul coins.

With only five Gintama coins, it was still far away from the registration fee for the Grand Arena, but now, it was achieved directly.

"In this case, I will be disrespectful!"

Lin Chuan naturally would not refuse and reached out to take the money bag.

"That's great!"

Seeing that Lin Chuan did not refuse, the smile on the caravan leader's face became even brighter. He thanked Lin Chuan from the bottom of his heart for his life-saving grace, and at the same time, he also wanted to have a good relationship with him.

The first soul ring is a hundred years old, and it can also kill thousand-year-old soul beasts.

Simply unheard of!

In the minds of the caravans and mercenaries, Lin Chuan has been regarded as a genius who has come out to experience some big forces. If they can establish a relationship, they will naturally benefit a lot.

"By the way, the materials from the thousand-year-old ghost wolf and the six-hundred-year ghost wolf should also belong to me, right?"

Lin Chuan suddenly thought of something and pointed at the corpse not far away and asked.

The head of the caravan barely hesitated for a moment and nodded quickly, "Of course, after all, they were killed by you, Master Lin, so they naturally belong to you. However, you won't have to do this little thing yourself. If you trust me, why not sell it to the caravan and I will definitely give you a satisfactory price."

"That's troublesome!"

"No trouble, Master Lin has worked hard, just go to the side and rest first!"

Lin Chuan nodded. It was rare for someone to do it for him, so he was naturally happy to be idle.

Because of the previous battle, naturally no one rashly came forward to disturb them, and under the command of the head of the caravan, everyone began to clean up the battlefield.

Although the Nether Wolf Pack was successfully repelled, the caravan also suffered heavy losses.

Several horses were eaten by the Nether Wolf, and the goods on the carts were scattered all over the ground.

In addition to property losses, many people died, including a great soul master and a soul master who died tragically, and another great soul master had his arm broken. The rest of the soul masters were left with wounds of varying sizes. As for the caravan members, more than ten people unfortunately died.

Everyone seemed to be exhausted, with a faint gloom in their hearts.

As night fell, the people who had fought fiercely with the Nether Wolf Pack leaned on the carriage and fell asleep one after another.

Smelling the rusty smell in the air, Lin Chuan sat on the grass, looked up at the starry night sky, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

The strong prey on the weak, and dangers are everywhere.

This may be the real world of soul masters.

For ordinary people, it doesn't seem as exciting as imagined!