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Chapter 269 Yang Xiao vs. Speaker

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Seeing this, the six messengers of hell dared not underestimate their enemy.

A messenger from hell puffed out his cheeks and suddenly spewed flames at Yang Xiao.

The raging fire instantly engulfed the entire corridor!

Flames have a sound, like a howling wind, with a powerful and overwhelming force.

Upon seeing this, the other messengers of hell immediately showed signs of relief.

A messenger from hell sneered:

"I thought they were so capable, but they can't even avoid fire."

In the world of Americans, the means of power are nothing more than thunder and fire.

To be a strong person, one must have the ability to avoid fire or breathe underwater.

Can one withstand flames with their bare body?

This option has never been part of their worldview.

Unless this person is made of iron.

But even an iron man can melt in high temperatures.

You could check out American supernatural movies.

Their fantasy movies are still too scientific compared to those of China.

It's not mysterious at all; at most, it's a low-level martial arts world.

Just then, someone heard something and narrowed their eyes as they stared at the sea of ​​fire.

Suddenly, a dark figure wielding a long axe leaped out of the sea of ​​fire and with a single blow, severed the head of the fire-breathing hell messenger.

The remaining five messengers of hell looked at Yang Xiao in disbelief.

One of the messengers of hell reacted quickly. His body rapidly expanded, and a layer of granite-like skin grew on his skin. His fist, covered in stone patterns, slammed down hard on Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao didn't even glance at it; his left hand instantly grabbed the fist and squeezed it tightly.

"ah!!!"

A scream rang out.

Granite was crushed along with flesh and bones.

Yang Xiao's physical strength already surpasses that of titanium alloy.

In the entire human world, there is absolutely no one whose physical strength is stronger than his.

Perhaps only the body cultivators of that lost era could rival Yang Xiao.

"You... how is this possible!" one of the hell messengers cried out in terror.

Yang Xiao did not respond.

He has already said that his state of mind is something these people cannot understand.

Let alone these messengers of hell, even he himself could hardly understand what he was.

The body is not one's own, the shadow is not one's own, the true self and the shadow soul reside with the master.

As for thinking?

His mind is filled with the thoughts of many people, constantly arguing.

Sometimes, he felt that he was not human, but a complete monster.

The remaining Hell messengers had no intention of fighting; they only wanted to escape.

One of the messengers of hell rammed into the window, but was instantly bounced back.

Everyone here has been cursed by the councilor and is unable to leave this hotel.

Yang Xiao let out a series of fierce howls, like the ravaged laughter of a demon, as shadowy ghost hands shot out from behind him.

"Pfft!"

"Snap!"

The sounds of piercing and bones shattering rang out.

Those hell messengers were lifeless, hanging like rag dolls on the hands of the shadow ghosts.

Yang Xiao covered his forehead with his left hand and dragged his long axe downstairs with his right.

The shadowy ghostly hand behind him dragged the corpses of those hellish messengers across the ground, leaving behind horrifying trails of blood.

When he reached the window, several streams of blood had already been dragged across the ground.

He pushed the window open with his hand.

Can't push.

His breathing grew heavier and heavier, like a raging beast about to go berserk.

He suddenly raised his decapitation axe and began wildly hacking and smashing at the window.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The heavy impact sounded like thunder.

Useless.

Can't open.

Yang Xiao sheathed his decapitation axe and stood there stunned for a moment.

The pale, numb face was reflected in the windowpane.

He suddenly didn't want to run away anymore.

Since we can't escape, then why not—

Yang Xiao's lips curled into a manic arc.

Why don't we just kill everyone here?

By the way, chop off that councilor's head too.

. . . . . .

The Black Veil Hotel, third floor.

The group of fifteen messengers of hell were plunged into great panic.

In this layer, every mirror reflects a pale human face.

The faces of those people had different expressions—

There was numbness, smiles, shyness, anger, and incessant cursing.

"What... what's going on?"

"What is this thing?!"

"A ghost? No, ghosts don't have such a terrifying aura!"

The fifteen messengers of hell were at a loss.

They were completely bewildered by this level of anomaly.

At that moment, all the Yang Xiaos in the mirror simultaneously reached out their hands.

Black, ghostly hands, like snakes, emerged from the mirror, moving with lightning speed, each grabbing the neck of a messenger from hell.

The messengers of hell slapped the ghostly hands on their necks, but—those ghostly hands were just shadows.

How can a human hand touch a shadow?

Those shadowy, ghostly hands were like black tattoos, tightly binding every messenger of hell.

"Click."

The sounds of necks snapping were perfectly synchronized.

The fifteen messengers of hell collapsed limply to the ground.

Not finished yet.

After the messengers of hell died, those demonic hands reached for the ram's head pendants on their chests.

They struggled and screamed in terror in the mirror.

"Giggle giggle..."

At the same time, Yang Xiao's strange laughter came from the mirror.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor.

A very standard Mandarin voice echoed in the empty corridor:

"As expected of someone under Twilight's command."

In terms of training subordinates, I am indeed inferior to him.

The chief councilor of the Dark Council was strolling over.

He stood in the middle of the corridor, surrounded by Yang Xiao's reflections in all the mirrors, yet he showed no fear, his tone calm:

"Twilight is about to fall."

Serving the twilight is a dead end—why not come with me?

The reflections of Yang Xiao in the mirror all revealed mocking smiles.

The next second, countless shadowy ghost hands reached out from the mirror and grabbed at the councilor.

The councilor shook his head:

"Stubborn and obstinate."

He held his staff and gently tapped the ground.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The mirror shattered on the ground.

The reflection in the mirror surged forth like a black tide.

The shadows, not forgetting to grab the captured demon, surged together into the ground.

As the shadows converged, Yang Xiao crawled out of the ground and laboriously pulled the decapitation axe from the shadows on the ground.

The councilor glanced at the Ghost Shadow Glove on Yang Xiao's left hand, then at the decapitation axe in his right, and sighed:

"You are probably the only one in the entire world who can control forbidden objects so perfectly."

Yang Xiao did not answer.

He charged toward the councilor with his decapitation axe, aiming for the head and delivering a heavy blow.

The councilor raised his staff to defend himself.

The moment the staff was raised, black flames ignited on it, actually blocking the thunderous strike.

Yang Xiao let out a shriek, and countless ghostly hands reached out from behind him, grabbing at the councilor's vital points.

The councilor formed a hand seal with one hand, his body covered in black flames.

The moment those ghostly hands touched the black flames, they recoiled as if burned.

"Ha!"

The councilor roared angrily, and black flames erupted.

Yang Xiao was instantly engulfed in flames, letting out a piercing scream.

His body gradually turned to ashes.

"Clang—"

The decapitating axe fell to the ground.

A mocking smile played on the lips of the legislator.

"Even if a mere mortal uses forbidden objects to unleash extraordinary power, it is nothing more than a heretical path."

Suddenly, a completely cold arm reached out from behind the councilor and tightly strangled his neck.

"Bang!"

The person behind him used a clever trick, and the councilor and he both fell down at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, the person behind him locked the councilor's upper body with his legs and skillfully wrapped his arms around his neck.

In combat sports, this move is called the "guillotine".

If a player successfully executes this move, it's considered a victory. Because once the opponent is stunned, they die.

The councilor's face was purplish-red from being strangled.

He struggled to form a hand seal, black flames enveloping himself and the person behind him.

This is fire from hell; even water and mortal fire are fuel for hellfire.

The councilor believed that after this move, the person behind it would surely be burned to ashes.

But—something unbelievable happened.

The air smelled strongly of burning cloth, yet the two arms around her neck continued to strain.

The councilor strained to look down at the arm on his neck, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The arm was deathly pale, just like a corpse, and there was no sign of blood flowing through it.

The most bizarre thing is that there are rings of stitches on the arm, like a pieced-together corpse.

The councilor could feel an extraordinary physical strength emanating from that arm.

Yang Xiao's shrill voice rang in his ear:

"Who says I rely solely on forbidden things?"

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