Chapter 348 Zhang Zhiwei, do whatever he wants
"!"

Thick lightning struck towards him, as fast as flowing light.

Jones' brain and visual nerves barely caught up with the trajectory of the movement. He was startled at first, then the corners of his mouth suddenly raised in a fierce grin. He pulled his right arm to its full potential and lashed out like a whip, punching forward.

"Boom!!"

“Sizzle!!”

The three powerful lightning bolts changed instantly and solidified. They were shattered by his bare hands and dissipated in the air.

".?"

Zhang Zhiwei keenly realized that in a time gap that was so small that it was almost negligible, the palm technique he released was weakened by as much as 90%, and became extremely fragile, breaking at the touch like paper.

Jones, who had the upper hand in the first confrontation, held his head high and looked arrogant, with deep purple light lingering around the five fingers of his hands.

That was his awakened ability: Touch Paper.

Crumble all external substances you touch into the thinnest and softest paper, and then tear them up at will.

In addition, with the blessing of his abnormal physical body, his ability to suppress individual organisms is among the best in all of Australia.

"call out--!"

It was Jones' turn to attack. As soon as he moved, the air made a sharp and piercing vibrating sound. It was actually a sonic boom caused by high-frequency vibrations. It was definitely not 1 or 2 times the speed of sound, but closer to 8 or 9 times.

"boom!!"

Simple and crude, without any unnecessary moves, with full speed and strength, Jones also activated his supernatural power and punched the old man in the face.

He was extremely looking forward to the contact and had absolute faith in his own abilities. As long as he touched it, the game would be over and he would be able to blow the old man into dust in one fell swoop.

"Bang!!"

Zhang Zhiwei dodged to the side, his expression slightly solemn. The collision of that blow made him sure that the guy in front of him was undoubtedly a level 4 awakener. The golden light that protected his body was torn into pieces by the unstoppable force and could not be stopped at all.

"Boom!"

Jones continued to attack with swiftness and ferocity, his eyes becoming more and more ferocious. The old ghost always kept a distance from him, and from time to time released lightning to strike him, making him irritated.

The entire square of the manor was shattered in the fierce battle between the two.

"Old man, are you afraid too?"

"How about running away like a rat in a stinking ditch and competing with me?"

Faced with Jones' insults and provocations, Zhang Zhiwei changed his previous talkative character. He turned a deaf ear to Jones and turned golden light into a long whip with lightning and thunder intertwined, and lashed directly at him.

"Zi la!!"

When approaching Jones, there was a sudden change, and the number increased dramatically, forming a cage made up of golden light and thunder, gathering from all directions in an instant.

"Boom!"

Jones' pupils suddenly shrank, feeling something was wrong. He suddenly grabbed a piece of empty space with both hands, tore it to the left and right, and escaped.

Even though he was so fast, he was still a step too late. The golden whip hit his back, and thunder burst out, hitting his body, which was much stronger than steel, and making it bleed profusely. His bones were almost broken, and he was so angry that he was like a bloodthirsty beast, roaring loudly.

With no intelligence at all, after several attempts at both offense and defense, Zhang Zhiwei discovered that the opponent's ability had a limited range of influence. Only materials touched by his hands could be alienated, and the rest of the body did not have the same ability.

In this way, he immediately had a solution.

"Boom!!!"

Hundreds of heavenly thunders penetrated the dark clouds and descended to the mortal world, locking onto Jones and suppressing him continuously.

"Old bastard, I'm going to skin you alive!!"

"Fuck!"

Jones broke through the annoying lightning again and again. When he was about to fight back, his face changed drastically. A golden cage that was several times larger than the previous one had trapped him inside.

"Damn it."

"Swish!" The breath of death was getting closer and closer. Jones' heart trembled violently. Without even a moment of hesitation, he began to retreat out of the instinct for survival.

However, the thunder was endless and surrounded him until his scalp almost numbed. Soon his body was covered with wounds.

The golden cage shrank rapidly, and sharp golden lights flashed like the torture of lingchi, coming at the same speed as thunder.

"what!!!"

A shrill roar was heard, and Jones was covered with bruises as his limbs and body were cut by hundreds of golden lights.

"Pfft!"

It was at this moment when the flaw appeared that Zhang Zhiwei rushed into the cage made of golden light with unprecedented speed.

A palm was thrown out, hitting Jones on the back of the head. The power was so terrifying that an invisible energy penetrated the ground for a hundred meters. The manor was crumbling, and the head was hit so hard that there was no trace of it.

"Tick! Tick!"

The headless body fell to the ground, Jones dead.

This is the old Taoist priest’s fighting style. Different from Lu Jin’s domineering move that decides life or death, his moves are steady and ruthless. In a situation of equilibrium, he constantly seizes opportunities, thus forming absolute suppression and then killing with one move.

All the Wang family members and the three awakened ones present were so shocked that their faces turned pale. Jones was someone who was able to fight the army head-on, but in just 3 minutes, he was killed like a beast.

"Walk--!"

A blonde woman shouted, no longer caring about the transaction, and tried to escape from this Shura field.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced sideways, and rolling thunder struck as his mind went. The level 3 awakener was completely unable to withstand the thunder, and was blasted from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, leaving him without any breath.

"Zhang Zhiwei!!"

"Even if I die here today, I will make you be buried with me!!"

Wang Qianyin's father fell into a state of madness, his eyes were bloodshot and filled with overwhelming hatred.

With a "boom", his body changed suddenly. Countless black qi overflowed and swallowed him in an instant. The black fog that looked like a quagmire squirmed and a demon-like creature emerged.

"?"

Zhang Zhiwei would not tolerate him. The restraint of heavenly thunder on evil spirits was almost overwhelming. After several flashes of lightning, the creature that was neither human nor ghost was killed without leaving any ashes.

The two remaining Level 3 Awakeners looked terrified and stuttered in Chinese:
"We left voluntarily. If you want to kill them, just kill them."

"Boom!!"

Zhang Zhiwei whipped them and killed them, not giving them a chance to negotiate. Killing them to this extent was just a matter of convenience.

"Pfft!"

The two men were cut in half, but they were not dead. They were still struggling and cursing. The golden light turned back and swept through the void like a blade, breaking their eyebrows and ending their life forever.

"what!!"

The remaining seven people of the Wang family howled in despair and cried bitterly. Some collapsed to the ground, completely losing the will to resist. Some had vicious eyes and used all the words they could to curse.

"The vengeful spirits of my Wang family will haunt your disciples and grandchildren for generations to come. You will never die a good death!"

"Come on, old man, kill me."

"The thing I regret most is that I didn't take the initiative and kill all of you hypocritical beasts."

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the short and fat middle-aged man in a suit in front of him with a simple appearance. He was not angry at his humiliating words, but just felt that he was pathetic. He raised his hand and golden light swept around.

Those who were crying, running away, and seeking death, the only remaining direct descendants of the Wang family were all killed.

The sea of ​​fire was raging, and above the ruins there was a strong smell of blood and burnt smell. Zhang Zhiwei walked out slowly, and the manor behind him was in ruins, with corpses scattered all over the ground.

Resentment and evil spirits surged up into the sky but were instantly dispersed by the descending thunder. The Danqing family, which had been passed down for thousands of years, was destroyed without even a chance to transform into evil ghosts.

(End of this chapter)