Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1344: Chapter 865: The Tenth Protector (Part 4)

Seeing the Bone Burning Taoist pointing his finger at him, Song Ziming’s face turned green. From a distance, he couldn’t hear what the two were saying and was very afraid that Yang Xiao would betray him.

"Song Ziming, hurry up and deal with this person! What use are you if you can’t even do that?!" Yang Xiao shouted.

Stimulated by Yang Xiao, Song Ziming was ready to go all out. It was either all of them died today, or his side. He might as well fight them to the death.

Although the Bone Burning Taoist was a master, Song Ziming still firmly believed that Yang Xiao and his group could win. As for why, he couldn’t say.

In short, Yang Xiao gave him a profound and unfathomable feeling, and... Song Ziming bit his teeth, he always sensed some strange aura from this person.

Song Ziming was at the bottom among Ghost-level Apostles when it came to fighting, but his sense of spiritual power was very sharp, especially towards some very bizarre beings.

He was once advised by a master that he was highly compatible with some spiritual magic artifacts, but these artifacts were so rare. Either they were in the hands of major forces, whom he dared not provoke, or the loose cultivators who owned such artifacts were too tough to mess with.

For so many years, he hadn’t found a single one, so he eventually joined an obscure little sect, played with women, and enjoyed a laid-back life.

But who would have thought, a fling with a woman would bring disaster upon him. The sect was wiped out, and he was hunted down over a thousand miles. It was a cruel fate, overwhelmingly sorrowful.

Gritting his teeth, Song Ziming swung his large spoon and charged at the already injured Half-step Ghost Level Apostle, intending to trade injuries. He planned to cripple the other party, for if he lost face in front of the Pingxi Marquis, that would be minor. Once the other party realized his uselessness, his life would be in jeopardy.

He had to show his value. Only by being valuable could he survive in this strength-based world.

Seeing that the other party not only did not comply with his suggestion but also dared to incite Song Ziming to resist, the Bone Burning Taoist’s face turned extremely ugly. After a long moment, he opened his mouth, revealing yellow teeth, "Are you planning to be an enemy of my Withered Bone Pavilion, a small Ghost-level Apostle daring to offend us?"

"Heh, I, Marquis Zhengdong, have always kept my name, wherever I go. First, I’ll kill you, then your useless patron. I’ll put you two together to make alchemy for the Marquis." Yang Xiao grinned, already figuring out how to deal with this old fellow.

The reason he was exchanging words with this person was to buy time for Sui and Song Ziming. Once all the small fry were cleared, he could focus on dealing with this old guy.

He knew this old guy definitely had a trump card; otherwise, he wouldn’t remain so calm facing three Ghost-level Apostles.

But Yang Xiao wasn’t afraid; in terms of trump cards, there weren’t many Apostles at his level who had more than him. He hadn’t even used the Mirror Ghost yet.

The Ghost-level Apostle had been battered all over by Sui Chengguo, but Sui Chengguo wasn’t in a hurry to kill him. Yang Xiao wanted to keep two alive.

Song Ziming, with a broken arm, finally slew the Half-step Ghost Level Apostle, but his condition was highly unstable now, panting heavily with blood on his cheeks and a split lip.

Sui Chengguo witnessed the whole scene and didn’t think Song Ziming was incompetent but acknowledged that these Apostles from the Withered Bone Pavilion were indeed formidable, with combat experience not inferior to those assassins cultivated by the major forces of the Yin Temple. freēwēbnovel.com

This was very strange, especially since the Ghost-level Apostle he fought was very young.

Though the opponent’s body was emaciated, the eyes don’t deceive. It’s as if they were drained by some power but simultaneously endowed with tremendous combat experience and physical qualities.

Sui Chengguo had plans to understand the power of the Withered Bone Pavilion through the person in front of him and to use this person to test further.

He relied on the strength deficit to overwhelm this person; if their abilities were more evenly matched, it would be hard to say who would win.

The people of their lineage had very formidable physical qualities, and he could have severely injured the opponent with one move, but he used three. Though it included some testing, the opponent’s physical toughness still astonished him.

There was something unusual about this, and once the battle completely ended, he planned to conduct a thorough examination.

The Withered Bone Pavilion had made such a name for themselves in the world of martial arts, they undeniably had their own unique ways.

After defeating his opponent, Song Ziming obediently came to Yang Xiao’s side, shifting the battlefield situation to two against one.

Counting the yet unused Mirror Ghost and Sui, it was actually four against one; Yang Xiao had never fought a battle with such an advantage.

"I won’t pursue today’s matters any further; let’s end it here. Once I return, I’ll let the patron decide." The Bone Burning Elder made a move to leave.

This scene almost made Yang Xiao laugh with anger. Just leaving as you please, as if not taking Marquis Zhengdong seriously, treating them all like decorations?

"Go, finish him." Yang Xiao nodded toward Song Ziming, giving an order.

Upon hearing this, Song Ziming was bewildered and stood dumbfounded for quite a while, "Me? Kill him?"

"Hurry up!" Yang Xiao raised his hand, revealing a jet-black human skin in his palm, threatening, "Otherwise, I’ll use Nine Yin White Bone Claw to drain you!"

Compared to the Bone Burning Taoist, Song Ziming was still more afraid of this guy in front of him.

In awe of Yang Xiao’s tyranny, Song Ziming had no choice but to brace himself. Steeling his heart, he swung his large spoon and charged at the Bone Burning Taoist.

At this moment, the Bone Burning Taoist was walking away, with his back toward Yang Xiao and Song Ziming. Such a flaw was nearly fatal; it was as if he didn’t regard them at all.