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Chapter 889 - 899: Write Off in One Stroke! (First Update)

Chapter 889: Chapter 899: Write Off in One Stroke! (First Update)

At this moment, Tang Zhong had completely transformed into the God of Slaughter, the Tang Sword in his hand ready to reap lives without restraint!

The Witches’ High Priest and his followers—all of them deserved to die.

The long blade swung out, and another body was instantly cleaved in half.

Agonized screams rang out repeatedly.

Some continued resisting, firing machine guns with constant bursts of rat-a-tat-tat, but the bullets couldn’t even come near Tang Zhong. With a single stroke, the top of a head was severed, resulting in a sickening crack as the body split in two.

Realizing resistance was futile, the soldiers of Lucao Kingdom began to panic.

Yet Tang Zhong would never spare them. Simply being here meant they were acting under someone’s orders.

And that so-called High Priest was nothing more than a Witch leader. He might possess followers and control Martial Artists within the sect, but he was absolutely no match for Tang Zhong. Even the slightest thought of opposition condemned him in Tang Zhong’s eyes.

Kill them until they cry!

"Please spare us! We have wives and children at home! We have elderly and young depending on us—we can’t die like this!"

"We were wrong! Please let us go!"

The soldiers of Lucao Kingdom, realizing they couldn’t escape, dropped to their knees and began pleading for mercy.

Tang Zhong, carrying the Tang Sword, scanned the group of kneeling men and said coldly, "Is that so?"

"Yes!"

A large group of soldiers nodded fervently, still kneeling.

"Then why didn’t you stay with your wives and children instead of coming here to die? And now that death is imminent, you’re spouting excuses about your families? Pathetic." Tang Zhong sneered with disdain.

The soldiers’ faces turned ghastly pale with despair.

"Your superiors planned this ambush against me, notified you of the mission, and sent you here to kill me. I, too, have loved ones. Did you ever think about them when you came after me? Now you want to use your families as shields? Trash!" With a sharp flick of his sword, Tang Zhong unleashed another strike.

Flames consumed the kneeling men’s bodies.

These were people deserving death.

Thousands had gathered here to ambush Tang Zhong, but half were now already slaughtered.

The Gold Protector turned pale at the sight, his face betraying extreme fear. His opponent was at the Peak of Martial Arts, someone he could never hope to match. He tossed his weapon—the Golden Spear—and fled for his life, driven by only one thought: survival.

But Tang Zhong was faster. With a flash of movement, he teleported directly in front of the Gold Protector, closing the distance in an instant.

"Why are you running? Didn’t you say you wanted to see the High Priest? Weren’t you ready to kill me? So don’t run!" Tang Zhong growled, gripping his Tang Sword tightly before slashing it down viciously.

"No!" The Gold Protector had never felt such sheer despair in his life.

Faced with the descending blade, his fear stripped him of all will to fight back. How could he resist Black List’s number one—a true expert at the peak of martial arts?

Desperately, he raised the Golden Spear above his head.

"You think shouting ’No’ will save you?" Tang Zhong roared.

The sword met the Golden Spear with a resonant crack, severing it cleanly.

The blade continued downward, poised to split the Gold Protector’s body in two.

"Stop!"

A booming voice rang out from the distance at that precise moment.

Looking up, Tang Zhong saw a white-robed figure striding forward, wielding a magic wand. The aged, haggard face belonged to no other than the High Priest of the Witches.

Originally situated within the Witches’ Sacred Temple, the High Priest had rushed over upon hearing Tang Zhong’s overwhelming combat prowess. As the High Priest of Lucao Kingdom, he too held a spot on the Black List—but far below in the twenties. Upon learning that Tang Zhong was none other than Black List’s number one, fear gripped his heart.

Black List’s number one, Tang Zhong, the one who had killed Adam—he never imagined the enemy they provoked this time would be him.

Pushing himself to the limit, the High Priest had arrived at the battlefield.

The first thing he saw was Tang Zhong poised to execute the Gold Protector. Without hesitation, he shouted, trying to halt the slaughter.

The Gold Protector, hearing the shout, turned his head to see the High Priest’s arrival. Having been reduced to a trembling wreck, he now looked upon the older man like a godsend, screaming, "High Priest, save me!"

But Tang Zhong’s raised blade still fell, and its victim was inevitable.

The sword sliced cleanly through the Gold Protector’s neck.

His body was split into two halves, collapsing into a pool of blood.

The High Priest’s face darkened instantly upon witnessing this scene. He glared at Tang Zhong, his eyes burning with rage. Over his decades in Lucao Kingdom, no one had ever dared defy him to this extent. His decrees were considered inviolable orders throughout the kingdom.

But today, his authority meant nothing against Black List’s number one—Tang Tiansha!

Carrying his Tang Sword, Tang Zhong turned to face the High Priest, smiling faintly. "High Priest, you’re finally here!"

"Tang Tiansha, your arrogance is boundless! This is Lucao Kingdom, yet you massacre people without restraint?" The High Priest snapped.

"Massacre? If I don’t kill, then people will kill me. If I weren’t Tang Tiansha today, or if your Gold Protector had killed me, would you even have shouted ’Stop’ once? I think not!" Tang Zhong replied with a cold laugh.

The High Priest’s face turned ashen. He couldn’t deny the truth—if the Gold Protector had been stronger than Tang Zhong, no one would have stopped him from annihilating this enemy. Entire families would have been wiped out without a second thought.

Seeing through him, Tang Zhong smirked and continued, "It’s because I’m stronger than you that you don’t dare attack, isn’t it?"

Locking eyes with Tang Zhong, the High Priest’s expression grew darker still. If his opponent were incapable, he wouldn’t even merit standing here, let alone speaking.

At that moment, fury burned within the High Priest, but he had no choice but to swallow his anger. Losing both Gold and Silver Protectors over this fight would be catastrophic, and provoking such a mighty enemy further was a grave risk.

"Tang Tiansha, stand down! This is Lucao Kingdom, not your Xuan Country. Your actions here have already outraged the people of Lucao Kingdom. Leave immediately!" The High Priest demanded.

Despite his shaking body, his tone betrayed his deep frustration with the situation.

The High Priest, along with Lucao Kingdom’s leadership, had already resolved to let this matter slide. Were Tang Zhong a mere average Martial Artist, he would have been swiftly killed. But as Black List’s number one and a part of Dragon Group, attacking him would mean antagonizing a far greater force—something Lucao Kingdom couldn’t risk.

"Why should I leave?" Tang Zhong chuckled.

"Didn’t you hear me? We will overlook all the deaths you have caused today in Lucao Kingdom. You can leave now—no one will stop you!" The High Priest declared coldly.

"Oh, I see. So, Lucao Kingdom isn’t planning to hold me accountable. But who said I’m letting Lucao Kingdom off the hook?" Tang Zhong replied, smiling at the furiously trembling High Priest.