Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings-Chapter 250 - 244: Yang Jing: My Fate Is Mine, Not Heaven’s

Chapter 250: Chapter 244: Yang Jing: My Fate Is Mine, Not Heaven’s

"Clang!"

Just as Wei Tian opened the warehouse door with his men, Yang Jing’s final hammer strike landed.

With the final strike, the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife took shape.

"Sizzle."

"Sizzle, sizzle!"

Yang Jing pressed the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife into the water for cooling. Faintly, one could see a dragon soul drifting within the blade.

Yang Jing forcibly separated the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger from his body, and then forged them into the Tiger Head Armor and the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife, respectively.

At the same time, he also separated his soul from the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger.

The souls of the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger were sealed by him into the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife and the Tiger Head Armor.

Now, these two weapons could be said to possess extraordinary power.

"Yang Jing, damn you, you’ve got to be seriously ill!"

"Is it worth risking your life just for this final battle?" The weapon spirit Demon Flood Dragon in the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife cursed angrily.

In fact, now, for Yang Jing, the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger no longer hated him so much.

Because after this great battle, the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger could still exist in the form of weapon spirits.

However, Yang Jing was destined to have his soul obliterated.

For this final battle, Yang Jing burned his own life force, exhausting everything he had.

Is it worth it?

Perhaps the meaning of survival differs for everyone. Yang Jing thinks it’s worth it.

"Is it you who came?"

"I thought it would be that old thing Feng Wuji who would come!" Yang Jing looked up at Wei Tian and said in a deep voice.

Though Wei Tian had hidden himself well, Yang Jing’s senses were sharp, and he always knew that Wei Tian was a hidden expert beside the Ghost Leader.

Hearing Yang Jing’s words, Wei Tian’s face sank involuntarily.

Yang Jing’s words clearly showed disdain for him!

The meaning was that he was inferior to Feng Wuji.

"Are you looking down on me?" Wei Tian said angrily, gritting his teeth.

Yang Jing displayed a bitter smile and explained, "No, you misunderstood!"

"It’s not just you I look down on; I look down on Feng Wuji just the same!"

"It’s just that, compared to you, I want to kill that old Feng Wuji more."

"But, killing you first, then him, is all the same."

The last time, in the secret room battle, Yang Jing lost to Feng Wuji.

However, it wasn’t that Yang Jing was inferior to Feng Wuji.

It was because Yang Jing had just awoken not long ago, and the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger were not in unison with him. Additionally, he had to consider his sister’s safety.

Under these various conditions, Yang Jing lost to Feng Wuji.

However, things are different now.

Yang Chan has been sent to Peng City, and he has completely controlled his body. Moreover, the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger have been forged into weapons, and he can perfectly use their power.

Now, for Yang Jing, though it is the final battle, it is also the most powerful battle.

This is Yang Jing at his peak.

Wei Tian, being an outstanding expert, a ceiling among the Life Pattern Masters, naturally felt indignant at being so looked down upon by Yang Jing.

"Yang Jing, you’re too arrogant!" Wei Tian said angrily.

Wei Tian believed Yang Jing was arrogant, unaware that Yang Jing truly dismissed him!

Despising him, purely and simply despising him.

Even a clay idol has a bit of temper!

Moreover, Wei Tian is no clay idol; he is the Furious-eyed Vajra.

"Get him killed for me!" Upon Wei Tian’s command, the people he brought immediately surrounded Yang Jing.

Before Yang Jing could make a move, the two tiger head pauldrons on his shoulders spewed out fierce demonic flames, setting the surrounding Life Pattern Masters ablaze.

In the blink of an eye, they were reduced to ashes.

When Wei Tian first saw Yang Jing, he sensed something was amiss.

Yang Jing, the Demon Flood Dragon, and the Demon Tiger were a trinity.

However, the Yang Jing before him was alone, although his whole body was covered in blood, with noticeable suture marks.

Nonetheless, he was distinctly a person.

Initially, Wei Tian couldn’t figure out where the Demon Tiger and Demon Flood Dragon had gone.

Now, the Tiger Head Armor on Yang Jing spewed out demonic flames, which was clearly the Demon Tiger’s ability.

Suddenly, Wei Tian was enlightened; he finally understood where the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger had gone.

"Yang Jing, you’re one ruthless bastard!" Wei Tian squeezed a sentence through clenched teeth.

Wei Tian thought, Guan Gong scraped his bone to cure poison; at least he needed a few drinks!

But you, damn it, used a knife to cut it out raw!

And after cutting it out, you could still endure the pain, forging the Demon Flood Dragon and Demon Tiger into weapons.

Damn, are you even human?

Understanding the course of events, Wei Tian couldn’t help but swallow hard.

Now, facing this ruthless Yang Jing, he felt uncertain in his heart.

Although Wei Tian felt a bit timid, thinking he might not be Yang Jing’s match,

he couldn’t just retreat without a fight after coming all this way.

To flee without even fighting, being scared off by Yang Jing,

he definitely couldn’t face the Ghost Leader after returning.

Thinking of this, Wei Tian suddenly leaped up, swinging the Demon-Subduing Pestle in his hand, smashing it towards Yang Jing.

The Demon-Subduing Pestle sliced through the air, emanating waves of energy ripples.

Wei Tian and Yang Jing actually have a bit of similarity; the Power of Rules they both wield is not the flashy kind of Power of Rules.

Rather, it is the kind that integrates the Power of Rules into their bodies, leaning towards close combat fighting styles.

To put it bluntly, both Wei Tian and Yang Jing are more like warriors.

And Feng Wuji’s combat method as a Lightning Mage is more inclined towards a mage style.

Wei Tian attacked, while Yang Jing swung the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife to meet him.

In the warehouse, the two of them clashed back and forth continuously.

"Clang!"

"Clang! Clang!"

The Demon-Subduing Pestle and the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife collided constantly, and the crisp sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the warehouse.

With their level of battle, ordinary Life Pattern Masters simply cannot intervene, and the people Wei Tian brought had already retreated outside the warehouse, watching from a distance.

As the saying goes, when the immortals fight, mortals suffer.

A fire at the city gates is a disaster for the fish in the moat.

If they got a little closer, they could be shaken to death by the energy fluctuations.

Both of them were using forceful and direct attack techniques.

After about ten or so moves, the gap between them became apparent.

The difference between Tier Five and Tier Five seemed far greater than imagined.

With just a dozen moves, Wei Tian was visibly at a disadvantage, beaten into a retreat step by step.

Impossible to win, absolutely impossible!

"Roar!"

A dragon’s roar sounded, and once again, the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife was thrust forward. Wei Tian raised the Demon-Subduing Pestle to block it.

Biting his teeth, Wei Tian used the Demon-Subduing Pestle to brace against the forked part of the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife, making it difficult for Yang Jing to advance further.

"Screech!"

Yang Jing dragged the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife along the Demon-Subduing Pestle, producing an ear-piercing metallic scraping sound.

As the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife reached Wei Tian’s ear, Yang Jing suddenly pushed with force, pushing it in about two or three centimeters.

However, these two or three centimeters were already enough!

Yang Jing’s hand flicked the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife sharply, and Wei Tian let out a painful wail.

One could see that Wei Tian’s right ear was flicked off, and immediately, blood flowed profusely.

"Ah!"

"Ah! Ah!"

Wei Tian screamed in pain, somehow found strength, and tossed Yang Jing aside, staggering back a few steps.

At this moment, the blood from his left ear had already covered half his face and continued down his neck.

A dozen moves!

After just over a dozen moves, Yang Jing took one of his ears.

If dozens of moves continued, wouldn’t his life be forfeited here?

Wei Tian was somewhat terrified; though both were Tier Five, he simply was no match for Yang Jing.

"Yang Jing, you are courting death yourself!" Wei Tian roared, pulling out the black charm paper Ghost Leader gave him before leaving.

With a roar, he ignited the black charm paper.

However, after the black charm paper burnt, it had no effect on Yang Jing.

Wei Tian: "?????"

Wei Tian was stunned, thinking, Ghost Leader, have you been tricked!

In fact, Ghost Leader really did not trick him.

This charm’s purpose was to throw Yang Jing, the Demon Flood Dragon, and the Demon Tiger into chaos, thus robbing them of their combat power.

But that only worked when Yang Jing, the Demon Flood Dragon, and the Demon Tiger shared one body.

Now, Yang Jing had forcibly expelled the Demon Flood Dragon and the Demon Tiger, so naturally, the trinity no longer existed, making the black charm useless as well.

"Hahaha!" Seeing Wei Tian’s dumbfounded look, Yang Jing laughed, "I knew Ghost Leader, old and cunning, would definitely have a means to control me."

"That’s why I would rather endure the pain of severing flesh and bones, rather splitting my soul, to expel the Demon Flood Dragon and the Demon Tiger."

"I, Yang Jing, my fate is determined by me, not by the heavens!"

"What is Ghost Leader, wanting to control me?"

Yang Jing was proud, but Wei Tian was fearful.

Although he guessed the course of events, when Yang Jing mentioned the severing of flesh and bones, he was shocked.

Because it was not a pain that human willpower could endure.

"Yang Jing, you dare to be disrespectful to Ghost Leader."

"I tell you, Ghost Leader is far from as simple as you think."

"Even if you have expelled the Demon Flood Dragon and the Demon Tiger, you can never be a match for Ghost Leader."

"Turn back; it’s still not too late!" Wei Tian advised.

He was sensible enough to see that his means were useless and he was no match for Yang Jing.

If force doesn’t work, try persuasion.

Unfortunately, his well-intentioned advice was destined to be in vain.

Yang Jing’s misery can be attributed to the Deceitful King Faction and Ghost Leader.

If it weren’t for the Ghost Leader repeatedly threatening him with his sister, would Yang Jing do so many bad things?

Now, every night when he closes his eyes, all Yang Jing sees are the innocent survivors who died at his hands.

He has killed too many innocents; his hands are stained with too much blood.

To wash away this blood, there is only one way, and that is to use Ghost Leader’s blood to cleanse his shame.

"Send you to the afterlife first, then Feng Wuji!"

"Lastly, it’s Ghost Leader!" Yang Jing’s tone was resolute and firm.

Wei Tian roared, "Yang Jing, even if you kill me, you can never be a match for Ghost Leader."