Mythology Management System

"Wei Zheng?" White Shark looked bewildered. Why would Wei Zheng come to protect the Black Dragon Society? Had he taken the wrong medicine?

Wei Zheng arrived with a group of men, carrying a large guillotine.

Honestly, Wei Zheng should thank Bai Sha and his group.

With Black Dragon dead, the remaining members of the Black Dragon Society became a hot potato for him; killing them was not an option, nor was letting them go.

With the Black Dragon Society no longer a threat and Jin Ying of the Fish Dragon Path having no interest in vying for supremacy, Zhanlong Pavilion will now be the sole dominant force in the underground world of Qingshui City.

At this point, Wei Zheng could no longer treat the remnants of the Black Dragon Society casually.

The Black Dragon Society and the Dragon Slaying Pavilion had a long-standing feud, but the main conflict was between Wei Zheng and the Black Dragon Society. The others were just victims who were dragged into it.

We can kill some of the remaining members, but we absolutely cannot kill them all, otherwise how will other forces view the Dragon Slayer Pavilion?

He took power and immediately began a bloodbath. Was Wei Zheng worthy of their loyalty? Could he provide them with sufficient protection?

Those forces that oppose the Dragon Slayer Pavilion will likely feel uneasy.

Without the Black Dragon Society's interference, Wei Zheng had the time to deal with them.

Therefore, these people don't have many options left: either join the Dragon Slayer Pavilion or simply stick with the Dragon Slayer Pavilion to the end.

White Shark led his men to kill most of the remnants of the Black Dragon Society. Even if word got out, it wouldn't have much to do with the Dragon Slayer Pavilion. Wei Zheng was overjoyed.

"Wei Zheng, are you going to protect them?" Bai Sha asked with a gloomy face. It wasn't a secret that he had previously wanted to join forces with the Black Dragon Society to destroy the Dragon Slayer Pavilion, and Wei Zheng was aware of it as well.

In this situation, encountering Wei Zheng would be anything but a good thing.

Wei Zheng glanced at the Black Dragon Society remnants, who had been reduced to only five or six men, and his eyes lit up.

"That's right, I'm protecting these people today!"

If there are too many people left, he will have a hard time controlling them. But if there are only a few left, he can make sure he can train them to obey and gain a good reputation.

White Shark lowered his eyebrows, while Vice Leader Mad Shark quietly approached, intending to strike at the same time should things turn out badly.

Wei Zheng killed the Black Dragon, and he must have been seriously injured himself. If they risked their lives, the two of them might have a chance to win.

When the man with the mustache saw Wei Zheng arrive, his face turned so gloomy it seemed as if water was about to drip from it.

"Wei Zheng, there's no need for your pretense. Boss Black Dragon will be here to rescue us soon!"

Wei Zheng was immediately displeased. "I went through all this trouble to come and save you, and you're not happy about it?"

"Black Dragon? He's a thing of the past! From now on, the underground forces of Qingshui City will be under the control of our Dragon Slayer Pavilion!"

This was an extremely domineering statement, yet no one present dared to refute it. They knew that what Wei Zheng said was likely true.

Upon saying these words, Wei Zheng felt a surge of relief.

Previously, he had to face the oppression of the Li family and be on guard against the Black Dragon Society's attacks at all times, which made his life extremely stifling.

Now that the Black Dragon Society is about to disappear, one of the two mountains weighing on him has been removed, and Wei Zheng finally has the confidence to say such things.

Not only that, he also sensed that ever since he settled his grudge with the Black Dragon, the barrier to advancing to the fifth rank had begun to crack. If he could stabilize it further, he wouldn't be guaranteed to advance to the fifth rank, but at least he would be guaranteed to be half a step into the fifth rank.

"How...how could this be? Boss is really dead?" The man with the mustache stared blankly, his face filled with disbelief.

But the facts were undeniable, and he had no choice but to believe them.

If Black Dragon Boss were still alive, Wei Zheng would never dare to act so recklessly. Combined with what White Shark said before, Little Mustache was powerless to refute.

What he didn't notice was that the color of the two gold and silver short swords in his hands had begun to fade, and the halo surrounding them was gradually dimming.

"What should I do? What should I do?" The man with the mustache was in a state of utter confusion.

He never imagined that Black Dragon Boss would be killed. Even when he was exhausted from fighting White Shark, what he longed for was for Black Dragon Boss to appear in times of crisis and lead them to the top of the food chain in Qingshui City once again.

"Do we...do we want to surrender?"

But if he surrenders, will Wei Zheng let him go?

Unlike those opportunistic thugs below him, Wei Zheng, as a high-ranking member of the Black Dragon Society, could not allow him to continue living.

His mind was in complete chaos. The man with the mustache was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. In his desperation, a crazy idea uncontrollably arose in his mind.

"Kill Wei Zheng! Once Wei Zheng is dead, the Dragon Slaying Pavilion will be thrown into chaos, and no one will pay attention to us!"

A mad glint appeared in the mustache's eyes, and a surge of power welled up within his withered body. If he could kill Wei Zheng, then everything would be alright!

Normally, he would never have had such a thought, but the current situation is somewhat special.

Firstly, his mind was in a state of confusion, like a crazy gambler who would recklessly bet his entire fortune; secondly, the two short knives gave him some confidence.

Even if no one knows exactly what despicable means Wei Zheng used to kill the Black Dragon Boss, the man with the mustache is certain that Wei Zheng must be feeling terrible right now, and that his domineering demeanor might just be a forced act.

Not only Little Mustache, but White Shark also held the same idea. After all, Black Dragon and Wei Zheng were of similar strength, and he could never kill Black Dragon unscathed.

"Die! Die!"

Suddenly, the man with the mustache launched an attack, his bloodshot eyes fixed solely on Wei Zheng.

Wei Zheng glanced at him, but didn't even look at him, and raised his hand to strike with his sword.

"Ding--"

Two short swords of different colors clashed with the guillotine in Wei Zheng's hand, and the ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal echoed throughout the arena.

"Huh?" Wei Zheng was somewhat surprised. This guy was quite capable. Well, no, it should be that the two short knives in his hand were a bit strange.

Wei Zheng became interested and immediately increased the force in his arm.

White Shark watched coldly as the man with the mustache went to his death, which was a good opportunity for him to find out how much of Wei Zheng's strength he still had.

The next moment, a "click" sounded, and the white shark suddenly felt fortunate for its caution.

Looking at the short sword that already had several cracks, the man with the mustache suddenly became a little clear-headed and realized what he was doing.

The two short swords were still struggling to hold on under Wei Zheng's guillotine, and could break at any moment.

The man with the mustache opened his mouth, as if to beg for mercy. Although it was unlikely that Wei Zheng would let him go, what if he was right?

"Sect Master Wei, I..."

"Hmph." Wei Zheng snorted coldly. Now you want to beg for mercy? Too late!

The force of his arm exploded out, and the two short swords broke into several pieces in less than a breath.

The sharp guillotine did not stop after severing the two swords, but instead fell down, splitting the mustache in two as well.

The overwhelming stench of blood was nauseating, and Bai Sha's face turned ashen; he hadn't expected Wei Zheng to be so ferocious.

He had just fought with the man with the mustache and knew how terrifying those two short swords were, but Wei Zheng had cut them in half so easily. How could White Shark not be shocked?

"Let's go!" White Shark waved his hand and led his group away in a sorry state.

Wei Zheng stood still, neither stopping him nor making any sarcastic remarks.

Having just fought the Black Dragon, his physical condition was not very good. Forcing himself to fight two third-tier opponents would only worsen his injuries and even damage his foundation.

There's no need to fight them now. After recovering from his injuries for a few days and improving his cultivation, these people will be as vulnerable as chickens and dogs to him.