Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings

One strike, just one strike.

The Peacock Great Ming King was sent flying.

At this moment, an overwhelming feeling of powerlessness surged within the Peacock Great Ming King’s heart.

The last time the Peacock Great Ming King felt this way was when the gray-clad elder stopped him with a clay bowl.

At the moment of being struck, the Peacock Great Ming King seemed already aware of his fate.

In the void.

A massive black figure appeared, towering and imposing. The Peacock Great Ming King looked up at the shadow in the void.

It was indistinct.

His features were invisible; the Peacock Great Ming King could not see his appearance clearly.

However, just the pressure exuding from him made cold sweat break out on the Peacock Great Ming King’s forehead.

This person is stronger than the gray-clad elder he met last time.

No, it’s even accurate to say that the gray-clad elder and this person are not on the same level.

Last time when he encountered the gray-clad elder, the Peacock Great Ming King thought if given enough time, he could reach that elder’s realm.

But upon seeing this person now, the Peacock Great Ming King felt he might never reach this realm in his lifetime.

Know that the Peacock Great Ming King has ambitions higher than the heavens!

Yet even such a proud person as the Peacock Great Ming King felt ashamed when he saw him.

At this time, not far in the void, Indra lay there covered in wounds, barely hanging on to life.

"Awaken!"

The black figure called out, and instantly, Indra’s injuries visibly healed.

Moreover, it wasn’t just the bodily injuries; even the wounds to his soul also healed.

What terrified the Peacock Great Ming King the most was that he did not sense any energy fluctuations.

This was akin to a Divine Abilities of Words Become Law; everything became so just because he spoke it.

"Powerless to resist."

"All resistance is futile."

With a mere gesture, this black figure made the Peacock Great Ming King feel this way.

With Indra’s wounds healed, he fell to his knees in front of the black figure: "Lord, this person killed my elder brother."

"Please, my lord, kill this person to avenge my brother."

After hearing Indra’s words, the black figure scolded angrily: "How dare you kill my Demon Lord’s general?"

Demon Lord?

One of the Four Great Primordial Spirits, the Demon Lord.

Although the Peacock Great Ming King had guessed, when confirming this person’s identity, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Kneel!" At this moment, the Demon Lord shouted again.

In an instant, an almost tangible pressure enveloped the Peacock Great Ming King.

This pressure compelled the Peacock Great Ming King to kneel.

However, how lofty was the Peacock Great Ming King’s pride.

The Peacock Great Ming King admitted his strength was far inferior to that of the Demon Lord.

He admitted the Demon Lord could easily claim his life.

But this did not mean the Peacock Great Ming King would submit to him.

Kneel?

The Peacock Great Ming King—how could he beg for mercy before his enemy?

Today, there would only be the Peacock Great Ming King standing to die, never kneeling to live.

The overwhelming pressure, like Mount Tai pressing down, forced the Peacock Great Ming King to kneel.

But the Peacock Great Ming King would rather die than kneel, he stubbornly resisted this pressure.

"Crack."

"Crack, crack."

The sound of bones cracking and breaking echoed; pale bones pierced through flesh, with blood gushing out.

In the next moment, with a "boom," the Peacock Great Ming King’s legs were crushed, exploding into a mist of blood.

"Good!"

"Such spirit!" The Demon Lord suddenly praised and asked the Peacock Great Ming King: "Are you willing to be the head of my Four Great Demon Kings?"

To the Peacock Great Ming King, the Demon Lord actually felt admiration, wanting him to replace Demon King Bosun’s position.

With Demon King Bosun dead, someone had to fill this position.

Upon hearing the Demon Lord’s words, Indra showed an incredulous expression.

Immediately followed by deep resentment.

With Bosun, head of the Four Great Demon Kings, dead, even if he didn’t directly succeed, it shouldn’t be an enemy taking the position, right?

"Lord, he killed my brother...." Indra protested unwillingly.

But the Demon Lord merely glanced at him, causing blood to spew uncontrollably from Indra’s mouth.

With just a glance, Indra was severely injured.

This time, the Demon Lord wouldn’t heal Indra.

"Are you instructing me on what to do?" The Demon Lord asked coldly.

The icy tone from the Demon Lord instantly sobered Indra.

Indra knew if he dared speak another word, the Demon Lord would ensure his soul’s obliteration.

"I dare not!" Indra quickly bowed his head in submission, not daring to meet the Demon Lord’s gaze.

After punishing the outspoken Indra, the Demon Lord continued to look at the Peacock Great Ming King, seemingly awaiting his answer.

However, the Peacock Great Ming King closed his eyes and said: "Kill if you must, torture if you will."

"Today, there is only Kong Xuan dying in battle, never yielding Peacock Great Ming King."

The Demon Lord glanced at the Peacock Great Ming King and said plainly: "Very well!"

"Since you seek death, I shall grant it to you."

As one of the Four Great Primordial Spirits, a master of the void, persuading the Peacock Great Ming King was a rare gesture.

Since the Peacock Great Ming King refused, he would fulfill the King’s death wish.

With a sweep of his sleeve, a covering of sky dark black sand enveloped the Peacock Great Ming King.

Once enveloped by this black sand, everything about the Peacock Great Ming King, including his physical body and soul, would be completely obliterated; protector’s spirit scattered.

"Demon Lord, spare him!"

"Spare him!"

Just as the black sand was about to envelop the Peacock Great Ming King, a deep voice echoed in the void.

Soon after, the previously seen gray-clad elder blocked in front of the Peacock Great Ming King.

The Demon Lord clearly recognized the gray-clad elder, retracting the black sand upon seeing him shield the Peacock Great Ming King.

"Xi Huang?"

"Why are you here?" The Demon Lord asked flatly.

The gray-clad elder’s level of skill was evidently below the Demon Lord’s, yet the Demon Lord treated him with respect.

At this time, the Peacock Great Ming King, having narrowly escaped death, was confused.

"Xi Huang?"

"Who is Xi Huang?"

"The four Great Primordial Spirits are the Demon Lord, Buddha, Daoist Ancestor, and Wa Huang—no such person as Xi Huang?" The Peacock Great Ming King couldn’t fathom it.

Even more perplexing was why this Xi Huang-named elder, having only met him briefly, would rescue him now?

The Peacock Great Ming King believed his relationship with this elder wasn’t deep enough for such an intervention.