Excessive ferocity due to caution

Chapter 483 "The Madman at the End of His Road" Wields His Blade

Da da da!

Intense gunfire echoed continuously throughout the prison amidst the sea of sand!

Bullets flew together with the yellow sand.

Vibrant lives were lost amidst gunfire and shouts of killing, stained with blood.

More and more corpses are appearing in the sand.

There were corpses of both criminals and guards.

A bloodthirsty prisoner, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent, scaled a wall with his rifle, bypassed a large pile of debris, and came behind a group of guards, then began to fire wildly with his rifle!

Thump thump thump—

Before the guards could react, they lost consciousness amidst the furious barrage of bullets...

"die!"

"die!!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The prisoner seemed to no longer care about the collar around his neck, having become a slave to slaughter.

Just as he was frantically venting his pent-up emotions over the years by looking at the corpse of the guard opposite him, a golden divine light suddenly descended from above!

puff!

Under this divine light, the prisoner's body immediately exploded into a spray of blood.

Seeing this, the other prisoners' hot-blooded minds immediately cleared up considerably!

They quickly dispersed, watching the pillar of light formed by the golden light with vigilance, until the golden light dissipated and a strangely forged sword appeared there!

"Go back!"

A terrifying sound, like thunder, exploded in the void. The prisoners looked up and saw a young man with a crescent moon between his eyebrows, his body enveloped in a golden storm, exuding an aura as majestic as a mountain!

The intense sense of oppression made the prisoners unable to lift their heads!

Their faces were filled with horror. Not to mention now, even if they were in front of this person without the collars around their necks, they would not be a match for him!

Despite the nearly 10,000 criminals in this prison, there aren't many who are actually S-class.

Even fewer could have fought back against the guard above them before being bound.

Those individuals of that caliber were mostly recruited by the military in Z City.

With a wave of his hand, the young man in the golden storm of the void sent the golden divine sword stuck in the ground flying into his palm as it transformed into a rainbow of light!

"Put down your weapons!"

"If you resist any longer, that's what happened to that person!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more people appeared in the distant sky, fifteen in total, flying through the void, slaughtering and dispersing the resisting prisoners on the ground.

Restrained by their collars, the prisoners were powerless to resist the guards and were quickly driven under the scorching sun, where they all stood in a line.

If any prisoner dares to lay a hand on them, they will be instantly killed!

Soon, under pressure, the prisoners temporarily abandoned their plan to take action.

As they looked at the fifteen people flying in the sky, their inflamed minds cooled down somewhat.

With these people there to keep watch, what can they do even if one or two of them manage to break free of their collars?

Faced with fifteen such powerful guards, what kind of trouble could that madman Zhao Yi possibly stir up?

Faced with absolute power, his madness only makes him look like a pathetic clown.

"Rukawa, go and bring that bastard who killed the warden here."

In the distance, a woman covered in alluring purple tattoos spoke these words.

Amidst the golden storm, the sword-wielding youth spread his arms wide and flew towards the warden's manor. There, he saw Bamboo Pole fighting with several officers from Z City, and Zhao Yi sitting in the pavilion of the warden's manor, drinking tea and watching the show.

He had taken off his prison uniform and put on a black shirt and casual pants. Holding a teacup, he smiled and looked at him from afar.

The pavilion's shadow shielded Zhao Yi, creating a stark contrast with the guards bathed in the blazing sun.

"You murdered the warden, an unforgivable crime. You are being tried today; there is no need for a council ruling!"

The young man's voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the prison and reverberating in the sky; his eyes were almost overflowing with a sacred aura.

The golden divine sword in his hand transformed into a rainbow of light and flew towards Zhao Yi!

boom!

The divine sword shattered the pavilion and embedded itself in the ground!

The power of thunder is unleashed!

The golden storm contained destructive energy that threatened to spread from the divine sword. However, the next moment, an arm burning with black tattoo flames suddenly passed through the golden storm and grabbed the divine sword tightly!

At that moment, the young man flying in the void suddenly changed his expression!

The moment Zhao Yi's arm came into contact with his shared weapon, he actually felt the fear and cries for help from the sword spirit inside the divine sword!

The golden storm, tainted by the burning black flames on Zhao Yi's arm tattoo, melted and vanished at a visible speed...

That unknown black fire possessed a mysterious and terrifying power, capable of burning energy into nothingness!

Slightly——

Zhao Yi exerted force with his palm, and cracks actually appeared on the blade of the golden divine sword!

The young man flying in the air sensed the danger. He formed a mudra with his hands and chanted in an ancient language. Zhao Yi immediately felt pain in his palm, and blood dripped down.

The golden blade twisted wildly in Zhao Yi's palm, as if it were alive, and a powerful force burst forth from the blade, more than ten times stronger than before!

Unfortunately... its usefulness is limited.

Although the blade could cut Zhao Yi's hand, it could not harm his bones, which had long since merged with his darkest personality!

Its resilience made the sword spirit in the golden divine sword feel despair!

Why is this person's physical body so terrifying?

The young man was horrified, and his face turned serious. He quickly formed another hand seal, and his spiritual power surged. Golden light transformed into dozens of chains that flew towards Zhao Yi, intending to trap him in a cage!

"Little Doyle!"

Zhao Yi pointed it out.

Thunderous as a dragon!

Daowu - Heavenly Tribulation Finger!

The golden chains shattered almost instantly!

The crescent moon between the youth's brows suddenly shone brightly, and a vast, cold divine power emerged, merging with the golden storm surrounding him.

The golden storm instantly turned into a pale purple.

The pale purple, chilling barrier blocked the remaining power of the Heavenly Tribulation Finger, and a wisp of purple light landed on the golden divine sword in Zhao Yi's hand.

Clang!

A terrifying burst of sword energy erupted, slashing towards Zhao Yi at point-blank range!

Chi-

A strange sound rang out, and black flames blazed on the darkest rune on Zhao Yi's chest, transforming into a ghostly face that swallowed the sword energy into its belly!

The next moment, Zhao unleashed the power of all his darkest personalities from his palm!

Within those black flames, one could hear the cries of countless living beings.

The purple glow on the divine sword could no longer protect it; its absolute power crushed everything.

A terrifying burst of energy dissipated, and the divine sword shattered in Zhao Yi's hand!

"puff!"

The young man coughed up blood, his purple glow dimmed, and he was thrown far away by the aftershocks of the explosion, leaving a hideous bloodstain on the ground!

He tried to get up, but his life-saving weapon was shattered, and he was severely injured.

After struggling for a few moments, a strange, icy sensation came over my neck...

The young man slowly turned his head to the sky.

His eyes barely opened amidst the bloodstains.

It was terrifyingly dark.

The world before him consisted of only one man and one knife.

The man holding the knife... blocked out all the light.

"The light emanating from you is too dazzling."

Zhao Yi said with a smile.

"I don't like it."

Having said that, he brandished his knife—

puff!