Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings Chapter 160 - 158: Slaying Yang Jing, Mysterious Red Cloud

As the Iron Blood Demon Bone Fan took shape, the surrounding demonic aura beca incredibly dense, demonic flas blazed like wildfire, igniting a great fire.

Soon, the fierce and fearso Zhong Kui manifestation walked out from the rising demonic flas.

With a leopard head and circular eyes, an iron face and bristly beard, his entire being enveloped in demonic flas.

The circular eyes of the Zhong Kui manifestation locked onto Yang Jing, a cold gaze that made Yang Jing feel a chill down his spine.

Lin Yuan used the fan as a blade, slashing fiercely upwards with the Iron Blood Demon Bone Fan.

The demonic flas ca slashing with a powerful gust, and Yang Jing’s face changed color instantly; he quickly dodged, barely avoiding Lin Yuan’s strike.

The gust slashed out by the Iron Blood Demon Bone Fan left a trench over ten ters long on the ground.

Yang Jing frowned deeply; they were all top experts, and he felt the oppressive aura emanating from Lin Yuan.

Not easy to deal with!

Lin Yuan gave him an extrely difficult feeling.

"Attack together."

"Today it’s either he dies or we perish; no matter what, we must kill him." Yang Jing shouted to the Eighteen Arhats.

Since he wasn’t Lin Yuan’s match on his own, he could only team up with the Eighteen Arhats to attempt to defeat Lin Yuan.

Both Lin Yuan and Yang Jing were top experts among the current human Life Pattern Masters, and once the Eighteen Arhats ford a large formation, they were qualified to battle Lin Yuan.

Yang Jing and the Eighteen Arhats launched a pincer attack on Lin Yuan.

Faced with a two-front assault, or rather, one against nineteen, Lin Yuan held his ground effortlessly.

Facing the pincer attack, Lin Yuan was fearless with the Iron Blood Demon Bone Fan in hand.

With a wave of the Iron Blood Demon Bone Fan, a gigantic tornado ford around him, sweeping along and becoming larger as it spread, emitting a hair-raising whistling sound.

Facing the approaching tornado, both Yang Jing and the Eighteen Arhats instinctively assud defensive stances.

And Lin Yuan went in for the kill while they were vulnerable.

Lin Yuan hid in the eye of the tornado, and as it swept past Yang Jing, the flas on the Iron Blood Demon Bone Fan surged, using the fan as a knife to slice toward Yang Jing’s chest.

If this strike landed, it could gut Yang Jing in one blow.

In a critical mont.

Yang Jing quickly raised the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife to block in front of his chest, barely stopping the attack.

"Clang!"

A tallic sound rang out as the Iron Blood Demon Bone Fan struck the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife, producing sparks "spritzing" everywhere.

The handle of the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife got several notches from the Iron Blood Demon Bone Fan.

To say this, the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife had suffered greatly following Yang Jing.

It was just straightened after being bent by Lin Yuan, and now it got several more notches.

"Lin Yuan, is this all you have!"

After blocking Lin Yuan’s strike, Yang Jing couldn’t help but feel a bit smug.

However, ti would soon show him that he celebrated too early.

"Wrang!"

"Wrang, wrang."

A series of crisp sounds rang out, and then spikes suddenly ejected from the fan ribs.

The spikes shot straight into Yang Jing’s chest.

As the fan ribs of the Iron Blood Demon Bone Fan pierced into Yang Jing’s body, blood instantly sprayed out.

"Ah!"

Yang Jing let out a miserable scream, staggering back several steps, nearly falling to the ground.

Lin Yuan was relentless, capitalizing on Yang Jing’s injuries, swinging the Iron Blood Demon Bone Fan for a fierce attack.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Lin Yuan launched continuous fierce attacks, while Yang Jing scrambled to defend.

Seeing the situation turning dire, the Eighteen Arhats quickly cut into the battlefield from the side, attempting to relieve Yang Jing’s pressure.

Now, they and Yang Jing shared the sa fate; his defeat by Lin Yuan would an none of them would fare well.

The Golden Buddha ford by the Eighteen Arhats chanted Buddha incantations, and under the Buddha sound, they launched palms in sequence, the massive Buddha palm prints struck toward Lin Yuan like a ga of whack-a-mole.

Facing dozens of golden glowing Buddha palm prints, Lin Yuan remained unphased, wielding the Iron Blood Demon Bone Fan to unleash fan-shaped gusts colliding with the golden Buddha palms.

The Eighteen Arhats helped Yang Jing withstand Lin Yuan’s frontal assault, allowing Yang Jing to catch his breath slightly.

After catching his breath, Yang Jing once again launched an attack on Lin Yuan from behind.

At this mont, Lin Yuan’s strength slightly surpassed Yang Jing’s; however, Yang Jing still had the support of the Eighteen Arhats.

As the battle reached its climax, both sides were fueled by real fire.

However, the longer the battle dragged on, the more unfavorable it beca for both Lin Yuan and Yang Jing.

Because, during the fight, they had to constantly endure the risk of the demonic aura invading their minds.

The longer they fought, the greater the risk they had to bear.

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On the other side of the battle.

Zhang Zhen and Zhang Peng’s fight also reached its climax; though they were from the sa family, their battle showed no rcy whatsoever.

Zhang Zhen wielded Wind and Thunder Wings, and Zhang Peng stood on the Wind-Fire Wheel.

One of them had lightning blazing all over, while the other was surrounded by firelight.

Their strength was considerably lesser compared to Lin Yuan and Yang Jing; their stamina was naturally not as enduring.

At this point, their internal energy was nearly exhausted.

Aside from their instinctive protective energy, neither of them can unleash energy attacks anymore.

Their current thod of attack is quite primitive, which is you stab with a gun, I hit you with a stick.

"You bastard, try stabbing with a gun again." Zhang Zhen said weakly.

No sooner had Zhang Zhen finished speaking than Zhang Peng stabbed him in the shoulder, blood gushing out.

"You little punk, try hitting with a stick again." Zhang Peng retorted defiantly.

As soon as Zhang Peng finished speaking, Zhang Zhen also hit his head with a stick, causing blood to flow profusely.

They both were almost exhausted now, not having much strength.

Otherwise, that stab from Zhang Peng could have pierced Zhang Zhen’s heart, and Zhang Zhen’s stick could have shattered Zhang Peng’s head.

Both of their strength and energy have been almost completely depleted, and this deadly combat between experts has forcibly turned them into street thugs fighting.

The turn-based ga between Zhang Zhen and Zhang Peng gradually could not hold up anymore.

Because they have exhausted not only their internal energy but also their physical strength.

Their current state can be described in one sentence.

That is, feeling completely drained!

"Clunk."

"Clunk."

The sound of heavy objects falling echoed consecutively, Zhang Zhen and Zhang Peng both fell almost simultaneously from the air and crashed heavily onto the ground.

They both lay powerlessly on their backs, unable to even move a finger now.

"You son of a bitch, you really are hard to kill!" Zhang Zhen said weakly.

Zhang Peng didn’t respond well either: "You too, we’re about the sa!"

"Huff! Huff!" Zhang Peng took deep breaths, and after quite a while, he asked his next question: "You’re definitely not Yang Dingguo, who are you really?"

"Fighting to such a degree, it’s hard to say if we can continue to survive."

"Now, you can finally tell your true identity, right?"

Upon hearing Zhang Peng’s question, Zhang Zhen grinned, showing his big white teeth, and said weakly: "I’m your daddy."

Zhang Peng: "????"

Obviously, as a southerner, Zhang Peng did not understand Zhang Zhen’s intention.

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Half an hour has passed since the ambush by the Deceitful King Faction.

Zhang Zhen and Zhang Peng have been completely defeated, lying on the ground, their fate uncertain.

anwhile, Yang Dingguo’s guards have fought to a mutual defeat with the other mbers of the Deceitful King Faction.

Of course, due to Yang Dingguo’s excellent disguise, he remained safe.

Now, the only battlefield still in a heated combat state is the one with Lin Yuan and Yang Jing.

On this battlefield, the Eighteen Arhats can no longer hold on.

The real bodies of their Golden Buddhas have been shattered by Lin Yuan, and among them, eleven have been slain by Lin Yuan, leaving only seven still standing, each injured.

"Yang Jing, can you manage?"

"If this continues, our brothers will be wiped out!" The big bald man code-nad "Dragon Slayer" roared, his abdon split open with a fist-sized wound.

The remaining seven are in even worse shape, covered in blood, appearing as if they are blood n.

However, Yang Jing was unmoved by "Dragon Slayer’s" call.

At this mont, Yang Jing’s eyes were blood-red, his entire body rising with demonic aura, and he had clearly turned demonic.

Looking at Lin Yuan beside him, although his situation was slightly better than Yang Jing’s, he was also teetering on the edge of demonic transformation.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!" Seeing Yang Jing fully transform, Lin Yuan couldn’t help but howl at the sky.

This is great, truly great!

If Yang Jing hadn’t completely turned demonic, and was still half-human, half-demon, Lin Yuan would have found him harder to handle.

Now that he’s fully transford, Lin Yuan can fully display his abilities.

"Transford!"

"Yang Jing, today you’ll definitely die." After saying this, Lin Yuan slowly spoke: "Zhong Kui’s Demon Slaying Slash."

With those words, Lin Yuan slowly raised his hand, the Iron Blood Demon Bone Fan gathering endless burning demonic flas.

Fan it, and winds and clouds arise.

Fierce winds, demonic flas.

The fierce winds blew through Lin Yuan’s hair, the endless demonic flas reflecting the image of Zhong Kui.

The burning demonic flas on the Iron Blood Demon Bone Fan began transforming into a new power of rules.

Slay the demon.

The demonic flas turned into fan-shaped aura slashing toward Yang Jing, carrying the power of "Slay the demon" within it.

In his transford state, Yang Jing raised his Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife to block, but as the aura passed, the knife was directly cut in half.

As well as the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife, Yang Jing was also slashed into two pieces, a mist of black blood erupting.

Yang Jing’s body fell heavily, and at this mont, Lin Yuan was also enduring the backlash of the demonic aura.

Forcing himself through the backlash, Lin Yuan intended to completely burn Yang Jing’s body to ashes.

However, just then, a red cloud tore through the void, enveloping Yang Jing’s remains and disappearing from sight.

Lin Yuan wanted to chase, but he stumbled a few steps and fell heavily.

With the demonic aura invading his mind, he was powerless to pursue.