Chapter 487 - 483 A Pushover
"Attack, all of you attack! Whoever kills them will become an honored guest of the Wang Family from now on."
Watching one Wang Family Martial Artist after another die at the hands of Lu Tianxing and Sima Lingyun, Wang Anquan’s face drastically changed as he shouted angrily, while also using eye signals to hint at the others around him. If Lu Tianxing and his people charged in, they were to immediately open fire, killing Lu Tianxing and his group.
The others understood the intent, their hands gripping the weapons at their waists, their faces flickering with ferocious intent to kill. Martial Artists could dodge bullets, but with a dozen people and as many guns, he didn’t believe they could all evade, especially when taken by surprise.
The Wang Family Martial Artists rushed towards Lu Tianxing and the others fearlessly, undeterred by the sight of blood. Instead, it awakened the hidden ferocity within them, because they knew all too well that retreat was not an option. If they retreated, these Killing Gods would mercilessly slaughter them. A desperate struggle might still offer them a chance.
In Lu Tianxing’s hand, the Iron Blood Battle Halberd radiated a violent iron-blooded aura, creating afterimages as it swept across the bodies of two Wang Family Assassins. Without any strength to resist, they were cut down along with their weapons, their bodies bursting into a rain of blood in an instant.
Compared to Lu Tianxing’s bloodlust, Sima Lingyun appeared much more graceful. His treasured sword transformed into streaks of cold light, like meteors piercing the void. With every sword beam, another life was taken, leisurely and effortlessly, without the slightest trace of mundanity.
Tie Niu and Fu Tu stood to the side with frustrated expressions, realizing that ever since Lu Tianxing and Sima Lingyun had joined the fray, it seemed there was no longer anything for them to do.
Wang Anquan watched in shock as the Martial Artists whom the Wang Family had painstakingly recruited and nurtured died off nearly entirely in a short period, not even having the chance to fight back before their deaths. The scene was like reaping wheat, falling row by row.
"My Wang Family has been wiped out...."
As Wang Anquan watched one Wang Family Martial Artist after another die at the hands of Lu Tianxing and his group, his face turned ash-gray, and he slumped weakly into his chair, his eyes lifeless, muttering to himself.
In order to deal with the Netherworld Mercenary Corps, he had already played every card the Wang Family had. These martial artists were the last strength of the Wang Family. Without them, even if they survived this crisis, the Wang Family would inevitably decay from a first-rate Modu family to an insignificant family, worth less than even third-rate powers, with no chance of ever rising again. No one would see the Wang Family stand again.