Chapter 882 - 882 882 Killing Fu Yang

Chapter 882: Chapter 882: Killing Fu Yang Chapter 882: Chapter 882: Killing Fu Yang “Fuyang really brought this upon himself,” sneered Ye Tianwei and others, their faces breaking into malicious grins of schadenfreude.

They might have been wary of Fuyang’s strength before, but things were different now. Feng Wuchen had several hundred soul puppets, with dozens being from the Divinity Transformation Realm alone.

Fuyang had only three people, and Fuyang himself was merely at the Fourth Layer of the Divinity Transformation Realm.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

“Hum!”

In the fierce battle, Fuyang and his two companions were relentlessly pressed by the soul puppets, forced to retreat step by step, utterly powerless to fight back.

Seeing this, Feng Wuchen let out a brutal, cold sneer, “Fuyang, your little display of power is far from enough.”

“Damn brat! Who would’ve thought you’d have such powerful soul bodies!” Fuyang roared furiously, his face contorted, his skin twitching violently.

He was filled with regret, but it was already too late.

Soul puppets, lacking any consciousness of their own, simply followed orders and launched merciless and relentless attacks without hesitation.

In a matter of a few short minutes, all three of Fuyang’s party were injured, no match for the soul puppets.

Escape was impossible; now they could only transform into their colossal forms, trying in vain to battle against the soul puppets.

Their attacks on the soul puppets seemed to have no effect at all. The more they fought, the more horrified they became, their predicament was more than they could bear.

“Run!” Fuyang shouted, panic-stricken as he fled.

The trio didn’t dare linger a moment longer, seizing the first chance they had to escape at full speed.

The three mighty members of the Evil Tribe were so frightened that they fled. If this news got out, it would be disgraceful for the three of them.

“Ha-ha! They’re actually running for their lives!” Huanyang couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Hall Master, let them go,” Bei Dou Yan shouted.

“Why the rush to leave after coming all this way?” Feng Wuchen said coldly, his eyes flashing with ruthless killing intent. He had never intended to let the three of them go.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

With a thought, Feng Wuchen controlled other soul puppets, and multiple Black Shadows shot out from the Nine Layers Qiankun Tower at high speed.

Before Fuyang and his companions could get far, they were intercepted by over a dozen Divinity Transformation Realm soul puppets.

“What?” The three of them had a drastic change in expression.

“All… All are from the Divinity Transformation Realm…” one of them said in fear, trembling all over.

“So many Divinity Transformation Realm soul bodies, how is this possible!”

Fuyang and his two companions were struck with extreme terror, completely frozen in shock. They had thought they could easily take down Feng Wuchen, but instead, they found themselves trapped in a hopeless situation.

Over a dozen Divinity Transformation Realm soul bodies terrified Fuyang’s party, scattering their souls.

With such a dreadful lineup, Fuyang’s trio stood no chance of victory.

At that moment, Fuyang instantly felt regret, but it seemed already too late to flee.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

“Pfft! Pfft!”

Controlled by Feng Wuchen, the dozen soul puppets launched a fierce attack on Fuyang’s trio, who continuously spat out blood, their injuries quickly worsening.

“Well done!”

“Hit them hard! Beat them to death!”

“Hall Master, cripple them first before killing them!”

Bei Dou Yan and the others roared with gratification, while Ling Xiaoxiao and Lan Yue also joined in the shouting.

Upon recalling the scene when they encountered Fu Yang in the Yanhuang Tago Desert and were chased after to be killed by Fu Yang, they couldn’t help but feel enraged.

Now that they had such a great opportunity for revenge, how could they possibly miss it?

The soul puppets were completely devoid of human emotions, existing solely as tools for murder.

In just under two minutes, Fu Yang and his two companions had suffered severe injuries, their skins bruised, and their faces swollen like pig heads, brutally beaten by over a dozen Divinity Transformation Realm experts, without any chance to fight back.

It was tragic! Extremely tragic!

“Stop hitting me! Feng Wuchen, stop it!”

Fu Yang’s plea for mercy suddenly came through, although very faint, Feng Wuchen and the others all heard it.

“Stop it! Stop it right now!” the other two also cried out frantically in panic.

If they didn’t beg for mercy now, if this beating continued, the three of them would surely be beaten to death.

“Too quiet, I didn’t hear anything!” Feng Wuchen mocked.

“Feng Wuchen! Please spare us,” one of them cried out in terror, his injuries growing more and more serious, and it appeared he could not hold on much longer.

“Louder, did you not eat?” Nangong Zhan said with a cold laugh.

“Spare my life, Feng Wuchen! Stop now!” Fu Yang cried out loudly in terror.

“Louder!” Ye Tianwei chastised.

“Spare my life! Spare my life!” Fu Yang shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Oh, so you’re begging for mercy.” Bei Dou Yan acted as if he had only heard clearly for the first time, then coldly scoffed, “Back in the desert, weren’t you arrogant and haughty? How come you’ve turned into a whimpering mess begging for mercy now?”

“I was wrong! I was wrong! Feng Wuchen, spare my life! If you keep hitting me, I’ll die!” Fu Yang pleaded out of fear, now filled with immense regret.

“Feng Wuchen, spare us! We were only following orders,” the other two begged nonstop.

“Hmph! Back in the Yanhuang Tago Desert, I almost died at his hand, Hall Master, we absolutely can’t spare him!” Bei Dou Yan ferociously roared with anger.

Feng Wuchen scoffed coldly, “They came looking for death themselves, naturally, I’ll oblige them.”

“Feng Wuchen! Make them stop!” Fu Yang’s voice came through in an extreme panic.

However, Feng Wuchen ignored it as if he heard nothing.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“Hum! Hum!”

More than a dozen soul puppets continuously pummeled them without stopping, causing Fu Yang and his two companions to let out continuous miserable screams, as they were beaten from the sky all the way down to the ground.

The terrifying force shook the ground violently and created a large crater where they landed.

The brutal beating left Fu Yang and the other two with all their bones broken, and the endless agony that spread throughout their bodies was, frankly, worse than death itself.

In the end, the pleading and the screams of Fu Yang and his companions ceased, leaving them barely clinging to life.

Feng Wuchen waved his hand, and all the soul puppets returned to the Nine Layers Qiankun Tower.

“They’re still alive, surprisingly resilient,” Bei Dou Yan sneered with satisfaction.

Looking at the severely injured Fu Yang, Feng Wuchen asked with a cold smile, “Didn’t expect to have such a day, did you? It seems that fate has ordained me to be the one to personally dispose of you.”

“You… if you kill me, the Evil Tribe will never let you go…” Fu Yang said laboriously, extremely weak, with a pale face, his half-opened eyes filled with resentment and despair.

“If that’s the case, then I shall kill you first!” Feng Wuchen said coldly, without hesitation, he slammed down his palm.

“Boom!”

“Pugh!”

Seeing that Feng Wuchen truly dared to make a move, Fu Yang fell into despair. Feng Wuchen’s palm rapidly expanded in his eyes, and with a final explosive sound, the overbearing and terrifying force concaved Fu Yang’s chest.

The horrifying force shattered all of Fu Yang’s internal organs.

“You… you dare…” Fu Yang glared at Feng Wuchen in desperation, but before he could finish his sentence, he was silenced forever.