Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings-Chapter 253 - 247: To Save or Not to Save

Feng Wuji is dead!

Yang Jing stood there alone.

Around him, hundreds and thousands of people gathered.

These were all Life Pattern Masters serving the Deceitful King Faction.

Looking at Yang Jing, who looked like a god of war, their hands holding weapons trembled slightly.

Fear, this was unparalleled fear.

These people were very conflicted.

Feng Wuji is dead; should they stop him or not?

Going up to stop Yang Jing was basically seeking death.

But if they didn’t stop him, they couldn’t explain it to the higher-ups!

"If you don’t want to die, get out of the way!" Yang Jing’s voice rang out as he strode toward the headquarters of the Deceitful King Faction.

Yang Jing’s words seemed to carry supreme power.

The Life Pattern Masters originally blocking his path scattered and fled like rats seeing a cat.

Along the way, no one dared to try and stop Yang Jing, the god of slaughter.

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By the lakeside.

The secret base at the bottom of the lake was the core of the Deceitful King Faction.

However, when Yang Jing arrived at the lakeside, he saw the Ghost Leader, not tall, slightly frail, wearing old cloth shoes, like an old farmer.

"I didn’t expect the one who made it here to be you, Yang Jing!"

"Indeed, I’ve created an unparalleled god of war!" The Ghost Leader was not flustered; instead, his tone carried a bit of pride.

At this moment, the Ghost Leader looked like a craftsman who had forged an unparalleled weapon.

Faced with someone coming to assassinate him using the very weapon he crafted.

Nonetheless, the Ghost Leader wasn’t wrong.

The fact that Yang Jing could become what he was today, for better or worse, was thanks to the Ghost Leader.

Without him, Yang Jing might at best be a slightly exceptional Life Pattern Master.

He absolutely could not have become a top-tier powerhouse, a figure akin to a god of war.

"I’m here to kill you!" Yang Jing said slowly.

The Ghost Leader silently stared at Yang Jing, eyes slightly narrowed, carefully examining his finest masterpiece, and sighed, "Carving flesh to separate soul."

"Demon Flood Dragon is the weapon, Demon Tiger is the armor."

"Yang Jing, I am really increasingly admiring you!"

Despite being praise, the Ghost Leader’s words were unbearably grating to Yang Jing.

It’s like, if you dislike someone, no matter how sweetly spoken the words, they only sound disgusting.

"I’m here to kill you!" Yang Jing repeated.

"Heh heh!" The Ghost Leader chuckled, said to himself: "Yang Jing, you don’t have much time left!"

"Come back! Return to my side, and take Feng Wuji’s place!"

"I can help you, let you continue to live!"

"Live on, just as you are now."

One must admit, the Ghost Leader’s words were very tempting!

Live on.

Moreover, to live on as a human.

Not as before, in that form neither human nor ghost.

Unfortunately, Yang Jing rejected the Ghost Leader.

If living meant being the Ghost Leader’s lapdog, Yang Jing would rather die.

"I’m here to kill you!" Yang Jing’s eyes widened, his tone unwaveringly firm.

"Heh heh!"

"You can’t do it!" The Ghost Leader sneered, still wearing a calm expression, as if he didn’t take the Ghost Leader seriously at all.

At this moment, there was no fluctuation of aura on the Ghost Leader.

It was as if he was the most ordinary old farmer.

Yet, Yang Jing felt a deep sense of crisis within.

Mysteriously, he had a premonition.

If he strikes at the Ghost Leader, he will die.

"Then I’ll splash you with blood!" Yang Jing gave a low roar and swung the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife at the Ghost Leader.

Suddenly, the accumulated resentment turned into murderous intent, erupting from Yang Jing.

Even if not your match!

Even if unable to kill you!

Still, I will splash you with blood!

This is Yang Jing.

"Zing!"

The cold sound of the blade rang out, Yang Jing’s eyes red, his whole body seemed engulfed in fierce flames of resentment.

The grudge Yang Jing held against the Ghost Leader was overwhelming.

He wanted nothing more than to devour the Ghost Leader’s flesh and drink his blood.

Yang Jing’s Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife came whistling down from above, seemingly about to split Yang Jing in half with one slash.

Yet at that moment, the Ghost Leader’s figure twisted, transforming into a cloud of red mist.

Yang Jing’s blade passed through the red cloud, scattering it in the wind, then it reconvened over ten meters away.

As the red cloud reassembled, the Ghost Leader appeared once more.

Yang Jing’s powerful strike left the Ghost Leader unscathed.

How strong!

Bear in mind, Yang Jing’s blade had cut down the Tier Five Wei Tian and the Tier Five Feng Wuji.

Yet now, it could not harm the Ghost Leader in the slightest.

The Ghost Leader was the strongest in the entire Deceitful King Faction.

Unyielding, Yang Jing swung his blade at the Ghost Leader once more.

Another slash.

The Ghost Leader dodged again, becoming red cloud and reassembling not far away.

Once again, unscathed.

Mockery.

The Ghost Leader was merely toying with Yang Jing.

Even if he stood there motionless and let Yang Jing hack at him, he remained unscathed.

Yang Jing was gradually becoming insane, furiously swinging his blade at the Ghost Leader with one strike after another.

Yet, the Ghost Leader was always unharmed.

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Outside Peng City.

In the secret safe house.

Day Traveler had temporarily arranged for Yang Chan to stay here.

However, just as Day Traveler was about to leave, Yang Chan suddenly knelt down before her.

"Sister!"

"I’m begging you, please save my brother!"

"I’m begging you!" Yang Chan knelt on the ground, tears flowing uncontrollably.

Day Traveler: "????"

At this moment, Day Traveler’s expression probably looked like the confusion of a mighty warrior tasked with capturing Tang Monk.

Impossible, truly impossible!

Yang Jing is currently facing the entire Deceitful King Faction; whether he’s dead or alive is unknown. Even if he’s still alive, he’s already surrounded.

Day Traveler knew her own limits; she didn’t have the ability to save Yang Jing!

However, seeing Yang Chan, she thought of herself.

Yang Chan knew she couldn’t save Yang Jing, yet still knelt to plead.

It was akin to a drowning person desperately grabbing at even a straw.

If Night Traveler were in her place, she might do the same!

Day Traveler felt a sense of empathy for Yang Chan.

Biting her lip, Day Traveler made a decision.

"I can’t save your brother!"

"Begging me is pointless!"

"However, I know someone, if they step in, there’s a slight possibility."

"He promised your brother to safeguard your life!"

"That person rarely agrees to help others, but once he does, he ensures it happens!"

"I’ll take you to meet him; you should know what to do!"

"Whether your brother can be saved depends on you!" Day Traveler advised.

Though Day Traveler didn’t explicitly say some things, it was as clear as if she had.

If Yang Chan didn’t understand, then it would be Yang Jing’s demise.

"I understand, I understand!" Yang Chan nodded repeatedly.

Yang Chan was clever and immediately grasped the meaning behind Day Traveler’s words.

Day Traveler gave Yang Chan a glance, hurriedly took her into the city to see Lin Yuan.

The sooner they arrived, the better Yang Jing’s chances.

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"I’m begging you!"

"Please save my brother!"

"I’ll trade my life for his!"

"If you don’t save him today, I’ll die before you!"

In the Wushan Shelter, inside Lin Yuan’s villa, Yang Chan held a dagger against her shoulder, pleading earnestly.

Her dagger was already deeply embedded in her neck, blood trickling down with a "drip, drip."

Lin Yuan could discern the bond between the siblings; if he didn’t save Yang Jing, Yang Chan might truly die by her own hands.

Lin Yuan was conflicted about whether to save Yang Jing.

Undoubtedly, it wasn’t due to Yang Chan’s threat.

Yang Jing, despite his wrongdoings, was not evil by nature.

Those acts were driven by the Ghost Leader’s coercion.

Such a person deserves a chance to reform.

Moreover, his potential is limitless; saving him might ensure he becomes a vital pillar for the Human Race.

However, Yang Jing hasn’t yet gauged the depth of the Ghost Leader’s power; rash actions might ensnare Lin Yuan.

After all, the official fight against the Deceitful King Faction has just begun.

It’s not the right time for Lin Yuan to act.

To save or not to save?

Just then, a silhouette appeared behind Lin Yuan—it was the Little Sister-in-law.

Having heard of the battle between the official forces and the Deceitful King Faction, she suspected Lin Yuan might need her help, hence she hurried to Peng City.

Arriving in time.

"Do what you wish; I’ll support you with all I have!" The Little Sister-in-law’s gentle voice rang out.

Beside them, Bai Ling’Er glanced at the Little Sister-in-law and also spoke: "Same for me!"

Bai Ling’Er’s current strength was at Tier Five Peak.

Furthermore, being a direct descendant of the Qingqiu Fox Race, she had numerous hidden powers, surpassing ordinary Tier Five Peak Life Pattern Masters.

With a brief contemplation, Lin Yuan decided to save Yang Jing.

No matter if Yang Jing has gauged the Ghost Leader’s limits.

By now, he’s reached his limit, done all he can.

If he hasn’t gauged the Ghost Leader’s limits, then even if he dies, it remains pointless.

Not everything should be left for others to do.

With this thought, Lin Yuan said to Bai Ling’Er and Little Sister-in-law: "I’ll go rescue him; I’ll be in the open, you two stay hidden."

"Rescue and retreat, don’t fully engage them yet!"

The official forces surrounding Lin’an City haven’t arrived; it’s premature to start the battle.

Even if the Ghost Leader is killed, without a formed containment, many from the Deceitful King Faction might escape Lin’an City.

At that point, it would disrupt the plan.