Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings-Chapter 251 - 245: Kill Wei Tian First, Then Destroy Feng Wuji
Wei Tian seemed full of confidence in the Ghost Leader.
He believed that even the current Yang Jing would definitely not be a match for the Ghost Leader.
Facing the Ghost Leader, Yang Jing actually had no confidence in his heart.
Because he had never seen the Ghost Leader in action.
The unknown is the most terrifying.
Yang Jing looked up at the distance and slowly said, "Even if I can’t kill the Ghost Leader, there will be others who will."
"You and I will wait down here; he’ll soon come down to join us!"
The war between the authorities and the Deceitful King Faction had already begun, and Yang Jing was the vanguard in this battle.
Yang Jing believed that the Deceitful King Faction was like autumn grasshoppers and wouldn’t last long.
In the next moment, Yang Jing stopped wasting words with Wei Tian, he wielded the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife and once again charged at Wei Tian.
Yang Jing’s actions were ruthless, each move a killing blow, not giving him a chance to survive.
The members of the Deceitful King Faction all deserved to die.
These core members of the Deceitful King Faction were so wicked that none of them would be wronged if they were lined up and shot with a Gatling gun for five minutes.
"Boom!"
Another loud crash, and Wei Tian was directly smashed away, heavily hitting the iron-making stove Yang Jing had just used.
He rolled onto the burning charcoal, his hair was singed into a mess, and he was covered in ashes, looking filthy.
"Pfft!"
Yang Jing’s attack was heavy, causing Wei Tian to suffer serious internal injuries, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Yang Jing!"
"Since you’re going for the kill, then let’s die together!" Wei Tian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glared angrily.
Obviously, he was ready to fight to the death!
"World Honored, aid me!" Wei Tian roared in fury, his whole person instantly rising several meters.
In the blink of an eye, he turned into a giant nearly ten meters tall, his veins and blood vessels bulging like ferocious coiled dragons.
On Wei Tian’s forehead, there was a blood-red "卍" symbol.
The principal once said that the Ghost Leader was the World Honored’s representative in this world.
And the Deceitful King Faction was founded by the Ghost Leader.
As a confidant of the Ghost Leader, Wei Tian was also a follower of the World Honored, thus, in critical moments, he could receive the World Honored’s power.
Of course, the heavens offer no freebies, and there’s no such thing as a free lunch.
The World Honored’s power was not given to him for free.
At this moment, Wei Tian was using the World Honored’s power at the cost of his own vitality and soul.
Yang Jing obviously would not give him a way out. Since either way led to death, he might as well make Yang Jing pay a price before dying.
After receiving the World Honored’s power, Wei Tian’s combat strength soared.
"Buddha’s Descent."
Wei Tian heavily swung the Demon-Subduing Pestle, which descended like Mount Tai, faintly showing a Buddha’s shadow within.
Yang Jing did not dodge, but continued to wield the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife to meet it.
"Clang!"
"Clang! Clang!"
In an instant, they exchanged several more blows. With the World Honored’s blessing, Wei Tian was evenly matched with Yang Jing.
Yang Jing did not want to continue entangling with Wei Tian, and at that moment, he unleashed his full strength.
Yang Jing, along with the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger, combined all their strength into the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife.
Yang Jing leaped up, swinging the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife fiercely, containing immense power within.
This strike was as violent as a volcanic eruption.
Seeing this strike, Wei Tian’s eyes widened in terror, and he shouted, "World Honored, protect me!"
Immediately, all the energy within his body poured out, condensing into a statue of the World Honored in front of him.
However, even with his most powerful defense, he was still not a match for Yang Jing’s attack.
"Clang!"
A violent metallic clash sounded, and Wei Tian was sent flying, collapsing a wall of the warehouse and then falling to the ground heavily.
The Demon-Subduing Pestle in his hand had been bent by Yang Jing’s blow, and blood continuously seeped from the corners of his mouth.
A mouthful of metallic blood rose to his mouth, and Wei Tian tried hard to swallow it, but more blood surged up.
"Gulp!"
"Gulp, gulp!"
"Pfft!"
Wei Tian could no longer hold back, spitting a mouthful of blood directly.
What he spat out was not just blood, but also shattered internal organs.
At this moment, the blood pouring out from Wei Tian was enough to fill a small basin.
"Quick..."
"Go get... the Ghost... Ghost Leader..." Wei Tian said with difficulty.
Seeing Wei Tian beaten to such a state, his subordinates had long been panic-stricken.
Wei Tian had been so badly beaten; if they went up, it would be suicide.
Upon hearing Wei Tian tell them to fetch the Ghost Leader, they found a reasonable excuse to escape, fleeing in all directions.
Yang Jing did not chase these small fries; after all, when the reckoning came, once the authorities attacked the Deceitful King Faction’s headquarters, it would be a dead end for them too.
Seeing Yang Jing walking towards him step by step, Wei Tian struggled to stand up, but alas, his bones were shattered, making it impossible to stand.
Yang Jing said nothing, stepped in front of him, and with a flick of the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife, cut off Wei Tian’s head.
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Meanwhile, Feng Wuji led his men into the Huang Family villa.
A broken ship still has its three-inch nails; as one of the nine major families of the Deceitful King Faction, the Huang Family
was not as powerful as the Ghost Leader, but still held some capabilities.
Just as Feng Wuji led his team to slaughter, the Huang Family already received the news in advance.
Upon knowing their contact with the authorities was exposed, Patriarch Huang was instantly horrified.
The situation was urgent, so the direct family members of the Huang Family could only evacuate through the secret passage in the villa, hiding inside the pre-constructed safe house.
When Feng Wuji stormed in, there wasn’t a single important figure from the Huang Family in sight. The ones left in the villa were merely gatekeepers and servants like maids and cooks.
After venting his anger by killing a few people, Feng Wuji immediately ordered: "Seal off the city and hunt down all members of the Huang Family."
"They can hide for a moment but not forever. They won’t escape Lin’an City, and we’ll find them sooner or later!"
Feng Wuji was indeed correct. Lin’an City was under complete lockdown. Even if they hid, they couldn’t escape.
They were like trapped turtles.
Not just the Huang Family, even the Liu Family couldn’t send everyone away.
Although the Liu Family had a Teleportation Gate, the number was very limited.
Even the Liu Family could only send out a few key figures.
While Feng Wuji was leading his team to find traces of the Huang Family, he saw someone rushing over from afar.
The person’s face was panic-stricken, and Feng Wuji recognized him as someone from the Ghost Leader’s side.
"Huff! Huff!" The person gasped for breath before saying, "Ghost Leader, Ghost Leader ordered you to return immediately."
"Yang Chan has fled! Yang Jing has revolted, and he... he killed Wei Tian."
Upon hearing this, Feng Wuji couldn’t help but shudder.
Being a confidant of the Ghost Leader, Feng Wuji naturally knew Wei Tian’s strength.
If Yang Jing could kill Wei Tian, then he could most likely kill Feng Wuji as well!
The Ghost Leader’s order for Feng Wuji to return wasn’t out of concern for Feng Wuji’s safety.
It was out of concern for his own safety!
If Feng Wuji was left alone, he could be killed by Yang Jing.
"You all go find the traces of the Huang Family. Once you find them, do not make any noise, just keep a close eye on them!" Feng Wuji instructed his subordinates.
After instructing his men to find the Huang Family, he was about to leave when his pupils suddenly shrank.
Not good!
Can’t escape!
In the distance, Yang Jing was walking towards him step by step.
Along the way, the Life Pattern Masters of the Deceitful King Faction dodged him one after another. Not to mention intercepting Yang Jing, they didn’t even have the courage to look him in the eye.
Because Yang Jing was holding a huge head, and that head was Wei Tian’s.
Yang Jing held a Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife in his right hand and a huge head in his left, wearing a tiger-headed armor. Underneath the armor, there was no inner shirt, just simple coverage of the vital parts of his body. His skin was exposed.
What was most terrifying were the ferocious wounds on Yang Jing’s body and the dreadful stitches like centipedes.
Feng Wuji squinted his eyes, pretending to be calm as he said, "Yang Jing, are you planning to rebel?"
"How can one rebel without ever submitting?" Yang Jing calmly replied.
Although Yang Jing had done many bad things for the Deceitful King Faction, he never admitted he was one of them.
He worked for the Deceitful King Faction because the Ghost Leader threatened his sister’s life.
"Yang Jing, don’t mistake yourself!"
"The road to repentance is clear. If you turn back now, I will plead for mercy on your behalf with the Ghost Leader," Feng Wuji tried to persuade.
"Heh!" Yang Jing sneered, saying, "No need to say it again, you’ve already said it once!"
As he spoke, Yang Jing gestured with Wei Tian’s head.
The implication was simple.
Wei Tian couldn’t persuade me, and neither can you, Feng Wuji.
Yang Jing’s mind was made up, and no amount of sweet talk could change that.
Feng Wuji also understood, there was nothing left to say.
To continue would be self-humiliation.
Now, the only option was battle.
Feng Wuji and Yang Jing stood facing each other, approximately ten meters apart.
Feng Wuji focused his mind, utilizing his Tattoo Ability and the rules he mastered.
Unlike Yang Jing and Wei Tian, who employed an internal and direct combat style.
Feng Wuji’s ability was rather impressive in scale.
With a thought, the sky within a few hundred meters was covered with dark clouds.
In the midst of the dark clouds, Thunderbolt continuously struck.
"Crackle!"
"Rumble!"
As Feng Wuji extended his hand, dozens of Thunderbolts fell from the dark clouds, swimming into his hand like fish, converging to form a Thunderbolt Whip.
"Boom!"
Feng Wuji first made a move, swinging the Thunderbolt Whip.
The long whip of Thunderbolts resembled a conductor’s baton.
With a gentle swing, countless Thunderbolts surged towards Yang Jing.
The thunderous roll echoed "Rumble!"
Yang Jing flipped his hand, tossing Wei Tian’s head towards the Thunderbolts, and within an instant, it was blasted into ashes.
Yang Jing advanced instead of retreating, with a sharp "clang," he swung the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife to slice through.
He actually intended to use the knife to cut through the Thunderbolts.
