Nightmare Apostle

"Pingxi Marquis, you are seeking death?!" The entire rationality of Marquis Zhengdong was lost as his life root was destroyed; wielding the Ghost Head Saber, he was about to drag Yang Xiao for payback for his little brother.

Upon first exchange, Yang Xiao surprisedly found that Marquis Zhengdong had made recent progress. Previously, he was just about a Mid-stage Ghost Level, but now he had already stepped into the Dark-level Upper Apostle category.

No wonder he’s been growing wings recently, daring to play tricks with me. It turns out his strength has improved.

However, despite the disdain, Yang Xiao had to admit that in his Sun and Moon Divine Sect, no one else could match this guy, not even Sui.

With weird hollering, Marquis Zhengdong’s Ghost Head Saber clashed fiercely with Yang Xiao’s Ring-Headed Saber, and the tremendous force sent Yang Xiao flying.

This was not just a disparity in strength, Yang Xiao realized it was the Magic Artifact’s ability; the saber he held had something peculiar.

With the mindset to play a bit longer, Yang Xiao swung the saber again, and this time, when the sabers collided, Yang Xiao was knocked back even further.

Meanwhile, the blood within Marquis Zhengdong strangely flowed in reverse, gradually gathering onto the saber, and the blade of the Ghost Head Saber became even brighter and more dazzling.

This time, Yang Xiao roughly understood that the saber had bloodthirsty attributes; as the strength increased, it required more sustenance from its host.

This point was similar to the ability showcased by Fu Qingzhu; neither could sustain it for long, but Marquis Zhengdong’s way of fighting was more extreme.

Yang Xiao was highly skeptical that if he engaged a bit longer, without any action from himself, Marquis Zhengdong might be drained dry by the saber.

When the sabers clashed again, Yang Xiao strangely discovered that he wasn’t knocked back; on the contrary, the two sabers mysteriously stuck together.

"Pingxi Marquis, go to hell!" Marquis Zhengdong shouted ferociously. Suddenly, his scalp flew off like a flying disc, heading for Yang Xiao’s head.

At that moment, Yang Xiao finally understood why today this guy seemed a bit off—it was his hair.

Previously, this guy was bald, shining like a boiled egg, but today, he had a head full of thick hair.

Turns out it was a wig, and it was also a Magic Artifact.

It seems to be his trump card!

But Yang Xiao remained calm, gave Marquis Zhengdong an understanding smile, and the next second, his Ring-Headed Saber shook. Countless tiny blade edges suddenly surged around the saber, invisible to the naked eye, and by the time Marquis Zhengdong sensed them, it was too late.

In just the blink of an eye, the hands holding Marquis Zhengdong’s saber were shredded to pieces by the blade edges. More bizarrely, the shredded skin, flesh, and bones didn’t even touch the ground; they vanished strangely midair, as if erased from the world by invisible hands.

"Ahhhhh!!" The Ghost Head Saber fell to the ground, and Marquis Zhengdong let out a non-human scream. This scene was even more visually shocking to him than the physical damage.

Against the incoming wig scalp, Yang Xiao also unleashed the Ghost Lantern, and with a flash of green light, knocked the Magic Artifact to the ground.

Without wasting any words, Yang Xiao activated the Soul-Capturing Mirror again, appearing behind Marquis Zhengdong in an instant, and slashed off his head with one strike.

"Hiss—" This scene made those secretly watching nearby widen their eyes and gasp.

Yang Xiao’s strike was clean and efficient, chopping the head while also grabbing it with his hand. Even more terrifying, the corpse vanished into thin air as it fell.

The corpse was gone, nowhere to be found, just like the strangely missing flesh. All that remained was a head that couldn’t rest in peace, held in the grip of an individual like the God of Killing.

Yang Xiao rotated the head to face him, using an authoritative aura to coldly reprimand, "Marquis Zhengdong, you dare to fight me, are you dead yet?!"

With the brutal slaughter of Marquis Zhengdong, tonight’s battle ended completely. Originally, there were experts under Marquis Zhengdong nearby rushing to aid, but seeing this, they were scared senseless, not even daring to flee.

In absolute fear of making any noise and catching the attention of this God of Killing.

"Marquis Zhengdong has been executed; anyone who doesn’t fear death can step forward for guidance. As Pingxi Marquis, I’m more than happy to send you on your way!"

Yang Xiao held the Ring-Headed Saber with its blade downward, tossing the head with his other hand. It rolled a considerable distance until it stopped against the steps, coincidentally facing the direction outside the gate.

The outcome was as Yang Xiao had planned. Including Marquis Zhengdong, they had killed fewer than 20 people; the rest had surrendered their weapons, completely terrified.

On the other side, the message was delivered from Sui Chengguo, stating that An Nan Marquis had also been slain, and they were counting the losses.

"Xiao Yun," Yang Xiao beckoned, calling over one of the underlings he brought along.

The woman quickly jogged forward, respectfully awaiting Yang Xiao’s orders.

This was Guardian Yun, one of the earliest followers of Yang Xiao. At that time, they were only the lowest level Resentment Level Apostle. Now, relying on the resources of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect, she had climbed to mid-level Fierce strength. Twice, the Ghost Script’s pointers were found in advance due to the sect’s resources.

Additionally, Sui Chengguo and Tong Han showed compassion on Yang Xiao’s account, providing her with a few excellent elixirs over the years.

Such treatment was unimaginable for a Fierce Level Apostle, so Guardian Yun had deep gratitude for Yang Xiao.

As a workplace drudge, Guardian Yun was absolutely satisfied with a boss like Yang Xiao.

"Help me with something—get rid of those women inside."

Yang Xiao directed softly, "They know things they shouldn’t know. Go tell them to keep silent forever, never to mention what happened tonight to anyone."

"Understood." Guardian Yun drew a short sword, decisively walking towards the room.

"Wait!" Yang Xiao stopped her, startled, "Why are you drawing your sword?"

"To make them shut up, isn’t that your order?" Guardian Yun looked puzzled, "Who can keep a secret better than the dead?"

"Alright, alright, I can’t explain." Yang Xiao gave up, instead letting Guardian Yun participate in the prisoner count, and additionally search for Marquis Zhengdong’s Treasure Vault, evaluating their assets.

Meanwhile, Yang Xiao himself went to the large room earlier, where a few women now knew something had happened outside, trembling together, huddled in bed corners.

Upon seeing the white legs sticking out of the bed, Yang Xiao couldn’t help but swallow but still acted righteously, saying, "Ladies, don’t be afraid; I’m a good person and titled Pingxi Marquis by this town’s people."

"You’re also Pingxi Marquis?" One woman’s eyes lit up in surprise, "I’m also Pingxi Marquis!"

"Me too, I’m Pingxi Marquis!"

"I’m Little Pingxi Marquis!"

"What a coincidence, we share the same name!" The women started chatting enthusiastically.

"What the...!" Yang Xiao walked to the door, opened it, and called out, "Xiao Yun, come back and bring the sword! If anyone dares utter the name Pingxi Marquis again, you cut her! Slit the mouth!"

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