This King with the codename âKillerâ never imagined that Ye Zhen, who was supposed to be dead, would suddenly attack him. After all, given the previous situation, even the most formidable Ghost Rider wouldnât have survived being killed after losing their supernatural powers.
The doubts in his heart would remain unanswered because what responded to him was Ye Zhenâs storm-like supernatural attack.
The Ghost Domain covered the area, the long sword slashed, a fierce punch landed, and the deadly curse eruptedâvarious supernatural powers poured down.
Faced with this King, Ye Zhen didnât have the slightest negligence. Seizing the opportunity, he used every attack method to ensure the kill, giving the opponent no chance to resist.
Though this Killer King was special, able to hide in shadows and avoid detection, he exposed himself when dealing with Ye Zhen. This caused him to lose his greatest advantage. However, relying on his traits, he still managed to evade most of Ye Zhenâs supernatural attacks.
But he still suffered a severe blow.
A painful grunt escaped as Ye Zhenâs punch sent the Killer King flying, his arm severed, even one eye blinded. The deadly supernatural curse continued to corrode him, causing immense pain.
âI must escape here, or I will die.â
The thought appeared in the Killerâs mind. He struggled in agony, attempting to stand and find a way to escape.
âDonât even think about leaving; today you will leave your life here for me.â
But then Ye Zhen descended from above.
A pair of old leather shoes stomped fiercely onto his chest, instantly piercing it through. A bizarre shoe imprint was deeply branded onto the Killer, but strangely, no blood spilled; his chest wasnât made of human flesh and blood but a vague shadow.
Clearly.
This King had become something else, abandoning a human body, existing in some incomprehensible way in this world, much like how Yang Jian lived in the state of a Ghost Shadow.
âYou cannot kill me. I exist within the shadows, and real-world supernatural attacks have limited effects on me. But give me some time, and I can recover. The injuries you left on me donât matter.â
The Kingâs low voice carried a hint of pain, yet he remained calm, not at all flustered, attempting to find a chance to leave.
âThen Iâll beat you until you canât recover.â
Ye Zhen roared in anger, casually tossing aside his long sword, then bending over to punch the Killerâs head twice.
The Killerâs head deformed from the punches but quickly recovered due to the shadowy form.
Yet the supernatural suppression made him feel dizzy instantly.
Before the Killerâs consciousness could recover, two more punches hit him face-on.
Ye Zhenâs fists fell like a torrential rain, each strike was a supernatural attack, and his fists were powerful, suppressing the supernatural, with each blowâs suppressive power stacking. If beaten enough times, even the most formidable ghost would be forcibly knocked into slumber.
Initially, he once hammered a ghost alive into a long sword this way.
But the Killer Kingâs pounding far surpassed that ghost back then.
This scene was witnessed by the remaining three Ghost Riders of the Kingâs Squad, who exchanged bewildered glances.
Their boss seemed incapable of defeating Ye Zhen, being utterly suppressed.
âShould we intervene to distract Ye Zhen and rescue the boss?â One Ghost Rider looked to others with this thought.
However, the remaining two members hesitated greatly.
They already knew about Ye Zhenâs ability. Intervening might redirect the supernatural attacks to one of them, failing to rescue anyone and putting themselves at risk.
Moreover.
They were fearful of Ye Zhen, only just having managed to escape. How would they dare to act now?
âWe canât intervene; Ye Zhenâs supernatural power is too unique. Our ambush would be useless. Staying here helps nothing. We must believe in the boss; he can handle this. We should seize this chance to retreat, or weâll also die here.â
Another Ghost Rider, filled with fear, concocted an excuse to flee.
âRight, we must have faith in the boss. He can surely deal with Ye Zhen. We shouldnât stay here to affect the bossâs battle.â Immediate agreement ensued.
They decided instantly, fleeing without a backward glance.
Ye Zhen was busy dealing with the Killer King and had no time to mind the three, so they managed to escape the building successfully.
But escaping the building didnât mean safety.
Because outside the building was even more dangerous for them.
âWhere do the three of you from the King Organization think youâre going?â A cold voice sounded, and Leuk San, having seemingly anticipated their escape route, blocked them at the intersection.
Additionally, Leuk Sanâs paper figures gathered from all directions, surrounding the three.
âPaper Man Leuk San? Is he the squad leader from the headquarters? Not good, we spent too much time on Ye Zhen, and their reinforcements have arrived.â One personâs face changed drastically, then signaled his two companions without a word.
Without any hesitation, the three immediately scattered to flee.
Leuk San glanced without any action; his paper figures quickly closed in, blocking one person while letting the other two escape.
âKeep him alive, donât kill him; we might extract some intelligence.â
A raspy voice spoke; Lu Zhiwen stood at a distance like a wooden man. Without speaking, it was hard to notice his presence.
âOf course, if I wanted to kill him, heâd be dead long ago. I wouldnât have waited till now,â Leuk San said calmly.
Nearby, paper figures continued closing in on the Kingâs Squad Ghost Rider in front, and dozens of paper figures, each akin to a fearsome ghost, exerted immense pressure.
This Ghost Rider panicked instantly, realizing there was no escape.
Yet the other two members didnât fare any better.
One, who barely left the nearby street, was intercepted in a narrow alley by a gentlemanly man with glasses and a suit.
âWang Chaling from Dadong City?â The memberâs complexion turned grim immediately.
âSurrender now, and you can avoid some suffering. You are not a King-level Ghost Rider. You should know the outcome of this encounter.â
Wang Chaling spoke slowly, with two terrifying black-and-white ghostly figures emerging behind him. The streetlights flickered ominously.
A fearsome Ghost Domain enveloped the area; reality seemed surreal at this moment.
But this Ghost Rider had no intention of surrendering, knowing surrender meant death. The opposition wouldnât let him live. Rather than await death, he chose to gamble on escaping.
He immediately attempted to flee.
But as he moved, he let out a piercing scream.
A black-and-white figure resembling a portraitâs elder had mysteriously appeared beside him, reaching out with cold, wrinkled hands to grasp his arm. With a slight exertion, his entire arm was torn off.
Wang Chaling remained expressionless: âIf he wonât cooperate, heâs of no use. Tear him apart.â
Very quickly.
Screams echoed through the alley once more.
And the last King Squad member to escape was unlucky; he trembled all over as more people blocked him.
âLin Bei, Zhou Deng, He Yiner, that unfamiliar person must be Li Leping, and an unidentifiable Faceless Person⊠Are all these people their headquartersâ captains?â
Faced with such a lineup, this member had no courage to run, collapsing directly to the ground: âI surrender.â
He had no second option besides surrendering.
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