Chapter 159: Terrifying Xiuluo Scene

Chapter 159 -155: Terrifying Xiuluo Scene

Wang Zhen’s expression froze.

He couldn’t understand what gave Yang Xiao the guts to waltz into this lion’s den.

Wang Zhen’s gaze fell upon Jiang Chaosheng in the corner, and he said coldly:

“And you, buddy, who do you think you are?

You dare come here and stir up trouble with a mad dog in tow?

Your dog doesn’t know its place. Do you not know yours either?”

Jiang Chaosheng ignored him, his eyes still closed in repose.

Wang Zhen felt that something wasn’t quite right.

‘That man… isn’t he a little too calm?’

‘Doesn’t he know he’s going to die here today?’

‘Could it be that he has a powerful background, and he’s confident that no one in Liancheng would dare touch him?’

Wang Zhen sneered:

“Kid, it looks like you have some serious backing.

But you don’t know there’s a class of people in this world that mortals can’t afford to offend.

Your confidence will get you killed.”

‘Everyone in this city has underestimated my father.’

‘Behind my father is the Taiping Dao, a force formidable enough to make the entire Xia Kingdom wary!’

Wang Zhen waved his hand to the men below.

The thugs immediately sprang into action.

Gripping their machetes, they charged toward Yang Xiao and Jiang Chaosheng with malicious intent.

The ones with guns waited in the back.

They were the backup. They wouldn’t use their firearms unless it was a critical moment; after all, bullets were expensive and hard to come by.

However, they didn’t believe there would be any surprises in this one-sided slaughter.

Of course, Wang Zhen thought so too.

Yang Xiao looked at the approaching thugs with their mocking expressions and picked up the dagger from the meat grinder on the floor.

He gave the dagger a flashy twirl and rushed toward the thugs.

Wang Zhen was stunned.

‘Is this person insane?’

‘How does he dare?’

Wang Zhen wrapped his arm around Mengmeng’s slender waist and pointed at Yang Xiao:

“We’ve shown him the utmost benevolence. He’s the one who doesn’t know when to bow his head. If he dies, he can’t blame us.”

Mengmeng pressed herself tightly against Wang Zhen’s chest and murmured softly:

“Mm.”

She was afraid of Yang Xiao. She had always been afraid.

‘Even though Yang Xiao was good to me, how could I guarantee he’d always be that good?’

‘After all, Yang Xiao is no saint.’

That’s why after Yang Xiao got into trouble, she resolutely climbed into Wang Zhen’s bed without any psychological burden.

This former “sister-in-law” was an immense temptation for Wang Zhen.

After getting with Wang Zhen, she was terrified that Yang Xiao would suddenly appear at her bedside one day and slit her throat.

But now, everything was fine. Yang Xiao was here, and he was going to die right before her eyes.

At that moment, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

Yang Xiao, dagger in hand, was like a vicious wolf let loose in a flock of sheep.

With every swing of the dagger, he severed someone’s artery.

His movements were as fluid as flowing clouds and water, without a single wasted motion!

In front of Yang Xiao, those thugs were like kindergarten children!

Ten minutes later, Yang Xiao licked the blood from his dagger and looked at the remaining men with a wicked grin.

Wang Zhen roared in terror and rage:

“What are you waiting for?! Shoot!”

Only then did the gunmen snap back to their senses.

They had been terrified by Yang Xiao just now. Absolutely terrified!

This man was practically a Slaughter God!

They had even forgotten they had guns in their hands, that they held the Truth!

They raised their guns and fired bullet after bullet at Yang Xiao.

A smile playing on his lips, Yang Xiao dodged the bullets with a series of unbelievable contortions and charged toward the gunmen.

Wang Zhen’s pupils trembled violently:

“Th-this is impossible!”

Mengmeng’s jaw also dropped in horror.

‘How can someone dodge bullets?’

Yang Xiao had always been a desperate learner.

His education was average, but his talent was all for fighting.

Do the Cleaner Fish train hard every day?

Yang Xiao’s training regimen was even more intense than that of the Cleaner Fish; it could be called Hell mode.

Coupled with his insights into shadows, the Ghost Shadow Body Technique he developed himself could already be considered a form of Extraordinary Magic!

In a flash of desperate inspiration, Wang Zhen pointed at Jiang Chaosheng in the corner and roared:

“That guy’s his boss! Seize him for me!”

‘Yang Xiao can fight, but his boss can’t be that good, can he?’

‘If I capture that man, Yang Xiao will surely have to hold back!’

The man closest to Jiang Chaosheng scrambled toward him, pointed his gun at Jiang Chaosheng’s head, and looked at Yang Xiao in terror:

“Y-you, don’t move, or I’ll kill him!”

Jiang Chaosheng’s expression remained unchanged as he calmly watched Wang Zhen.

More accurately, he was looking at the room behind Wang Zhen.

The Taboo Item was in there.

Yang Xiao’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

A Shadow Ghost Hand suddenly shot up from the ground and grabbed the head of the gunman holding Jiang Chaosheng hostage.

The gunman’s eyes went wide, his face a mask of undiluted terror:

“Wh-what is this thing?”

The next second, the Shadow Ghost Hand squeezed, and the gunman’s head exploded like a watermelon.

The filthy splatter sprayed toward Jiang Chaosheng.

At the same time, a shadow shield enveloped Jiang Chaosheng.

The blood spattered against the shadow shield, not a single drop staining Jiang Chaosheng’s clothes.

It was as if Jiang Chaosheng hadn’t seen a thing, his eyes still calmly fixed on the room behind Wang Zhen.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

“Monster!”

One of the gunmen came to his senses, immediately turned to flee, and even dropped his gun.

‘This gun is completely useless!’

‘A goddamn kitchen knife would be more reassuring than this!’

“I haven’t had my fun yet.”

The chilling voice was like the whisper of a demon from Hell.

The fleeing gunman suddenly froze and numbly lowered his head.

A Shadow Ghost Hand had pierced through his chest, gripping his beating heart.

“AHH!!”

Wang Zhen collapsed to the ground in horror.

What did he just see?

Countless Ghost Hands extended from Yang Xiao’s back, stretching out to incredible lengths.

Some gunmen had their necks snapped, their bodies going limp.

Some were pierced through the chest, blood spraying everywhere.

And some had their heads crushed directly!

This place had become a Xiuluo Scene, a playground for demons!

Yang Xiao slowly turned his head.

It was bizarre—a full one hundred and eighty degrees!

Then, an even more bizarre scene unfolded.

Yang Xiao’s head suddenly flew off his neck.

A tendril of shadow connected his head to his neck.

Yang Xiao’s head stretched up to the second floor, right in front of Wang Zhen, almost face-to-face, and said with a grin:

“Long time no see, Ah Zhen. Hehehe, Ah Zhen, you’re really going to play hardball with me?”

Wang Zhen’s mouth hung open, a gurgling sound coming from his throat. He was too terrified to speak.

Yang Xiao turned his head to the side, looking at Mengmeng with a grin:

“You too. Long time no see. How are you still such a slut?”

His face was a hideous smile, his eyes filled with ultimate malice.

Mengmeng’s body went limp. She collapsed to the ground, her face ashen, covering her mouth as tears streamed down:

“Brother Xiao, I’m sorry! He forced me!

Don’t kill me, I’m begging you, please don’t kill me!

Have you forgotten about us…”

Yang Xiao cut her off. His face, smeared with grotesque makeup, adopted the shy demeanor of a young girl:

“*Sob sob sob*, don’t kill me!

Aiyaya, I’m begging you, Brother Xiao, please don’t kill me!

Hehehehehehe…”

Mengmeng’s face suddenly turned a dark, purplish hue.

Her eyes bulged, rolling up into her head.

Her mouth stretched wide open, unnaturally wide.

CRACK!

The bones in her jaw shattered.

A Shadow Ghost Hand shot out from her mouth, grabbing her own head.

SPLAT!

Mengmeng’s face was destroyed beyond recognition.

Yang Xiao turned his head back, staring at Wang Zhen:

“Don’t you want to say something, too? Otherwise, it wouldn’t fit the occasion.”

Wang Zhen finally snapped out of it and screamed at the ceiling:

“Dad! Save me!”

Just then, the deafening opera music from the room behind him stopped.

The door was violently thrown open.

Wang Qinghai appeared in the doorway, dressed in a bright red opera robe.

He frowned at the scene, his expression terribly grim.

Wang Qinghai squinted at Yang Xiao, and slowly, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes:

“You have a Taboo Item as well?”

Wang Qinghai took a deep breath and said:

“Yang Xiao, let’s talk.”

Yang Xiao sneered:

“You killed my father. And you want to talk? Fuck you.”

Yang Xiao opened his mouth wide and bit down on Wang Zhen’s throat.

The terror in Wang Zhen’s eyes threatened to spill out:

“Dad… Dad… save me…”

Crying for help was useless.

Those who possessed Taboo Items ultimately relied on external objects, on the relics of Immortals, Demons, and Monsters, to gain their Extraordinary Power.

They were not Immortals, Demons, and Monsters themselves. They had no Magic, and certainly no magic for saving people.

Wang Qinghai’s eyes looked as if they were about to split open with rage:

“You brat from Yang Yaozu’s family! You’re courting death!”