Chapter 1092: Leaving No Room
If Yang Haoran had shown anger, Zhuang Yingjie would have found it completely reasonable. After all, Yang Haoran had every right to be furious about his actions today.
However, Yang Haoran was too calm, unnervingly so, which instead sparked a strong sense of danger in Zhuang Yingjie's heart.
"A biting dog doesn't bark. This Yang Haoran is indeed no pushover. It seems I must be careful, or today's trip will not only fail to achieve the desired outcome, but might even land me in huge trouble! " Zhuang Yingjie thought to himself, gazing at Yang Haoran's face, wreathed in a gentle smile.
As the thoughts faded, he spoke to Yang Haoran, his face grim.
"My apologies, I was too impulsive just now. I've always detested evil as much as I hate my enemies; how could I tolerate a demon screaming in my face? That's why I couldn't control myself just now. I hope Emissary Yang won't take it to heart."
Zhuang Yingjie's words sounded like an apology to Yang Haoran, yet they carried not a shred of sincerity.
Upon hearing this, Yang Haoran merely smiled faintly, offering Zhuang Yingjie no reply, neither stating that he would dwell on the matter nor that he would dismiss it.
Zhuang Yingjie's brows furrowed tightly. Yang Haoran's smile now seemed tinged with a coldness that hadn't been there before. He knew that despite Yang Haoran's current benevolent smile, murderous intent had already stirred in his heart.
Outside the reception hall, a whooshing sound pierced the air as figures streaked from the distance, surrounding the hall until not even a drop of water could pass through. These black-robed individuals were all Night Watchers under Yang Haoran's command. Upon sensing the power fluctuations erupting from this place, they immediately dropped everything they were doing and rushed over with the utmost speed. ?
Zhuang Yingjie's arrival was no secret to the Night Watchers within the temple, for Zhuang Yingjie had not sealed his own power fluctuations, and they naturally sensed his presence.
Unaware of Zhuang Yingjie's intentions and knowing that Yang Haoran himself was entertaining him, the Night Watchers in the temple hadn't moved against him or attempted to block him.
But now, Zhuang Yingjie's power fluctuations had suddenly surged, and then Huang Sha had unleashed his own Demon Power. The sudden appearance of these two forces instantly alerted the temple's Night Watchers that something was amiss. Thus, even without receiving Yang Haoran's direct command, they had rushed to the scene immediately.
After the Night Watchers arrived outside the reception hall and saw that Yang Haoran was unharmed, with only Zhuang Yingjie and Huang Sha still emanating powerful fluctuations of energy, they did not act rashly. It wasn't out of fear, but because they were awaiting Yang Haoran's command. Without his order, they dared not strike casually.
Zhuang Yingjie's gaze was fixed on Yang Haoran, while Yang Haoran and Huang Sha's gazes were on Zhuang Yingjie. None of the three paid any mind to the Night Watchers who had suddenly arrived.
Yet, at this very moment, a powerful surge of Spirit Power suddenly erupted from a corner of the temple. This Spirit Power was far more formidable than that of any other Night Watcher present. Judging by its intensity, this individual had at least opened their Heaven Soul; without opening their Heaven Soul, the Spirit Power they unleashed could absolutely not reach such a level.
The appearance of this Spirit Power instantly captured everyone's attention. Whether it was Zhuang Yingjie, Huang Sha, or Yang Haoran, their focus was drawn to this suddenly appearing Spirit Power. As for the Night Watchers present, there was even less need to mention their reaction.
Doubt flickered across Zhuang Yingjie's face. He didn't understand what was happening. According to the intelligence he had received, apart from Yang Haoran himself, no other Night Watcher in the Gu Mo City Underworld Division had opened their Heaven Soul. In other words, the powerful Spirit Power he was currently sensing should, by all rights, not exist.
But this bewilderment lasted only a moment. Immediately, he suddenly recalled something, and his expression subtly shifted as he instantly understood what was going on.
According to the intelligence he had received, among all of Yang Haoran's subordinates in Gu Mo City, two Night Watchers possessed decent strength: one named Lu Wu, and another named Shui Ling. However, neither of them had been seen these past few days.
In his view, the power fluctuation he was currently sensing very likely belonged to one of the two. This Spirit Power was so formidable, far surpassing that of an ordinary Night Watcher, because this individual must have successfully opened their Heaven Soul, experiencing a rapid surge in strength, and thus able to unleash such powerful Spirit Power. The reason these two hadn't appeared these past few days was, naturally, that they were in secluded cultivation for their breakthrough.
No sooner had this thought arisen in Zhuang Yingjie's mind than a rough and furious voice suddenly boomed, carrying into the reception hall from a distance.
"Who dares cause trouble in our Death God Temple! Are you tired of living!"
As the voice fell, the space outside the reception hall violently rippled, and then a spatial rift appeared. A burly figure stepped out from the rift; this person was none other than Lu Wu, who had been in secluded cultivation for several days.
At this moment, Yin Qi surged around Lu Wu's entire body, and powerful Spirit Power continuously erupted from within him. A thick mass of Yin Qi churned beside his body, and naturally, what was brewing within this mass of Yin Qi was the Soul Armament he had obtained by opening his Heaven Soul.
Anger was etched on his face, yet a hint of excitement shone in his eyes.
He was furious because he had sensed that someone was causing trouble within the temple. With his personality, how could he tolerate anyone making a ruckus in the Death God Temple? Hence his anger, and why he rushed over immediately.
As for the excitement in his eyes, it was entirely because he had successfully opened his Heaven Soul. He had always yearned for the day he could open his Heaven Soul and possess his own Soul Armament. Now that day had finally arrived, how could he not be excited?
Lu Wu was originally the type of person who feared nothing under heaven or earth. Now that he had successfully opened his Heaven Soul and his strength had greatly improved, his boldness naturally grew, and his words became even more arrogant than before he opened his Heaven Soul.
Stepping out of the spatial rift, Lu Wu's gaze landed on Zhuang Yingjie. As a veteran Night Watcher of Gu Mo City, he naturally recognized Zhuang Yingjie, the head of the Demon Hunter Association branch. However, he didn't give Zhuang Yingjie any special treatment because of his status.
"So it's you. Hmph, this is the Death God Temple, not your Demon Hunter Association. You came here to cause trouble? Aren't you afraid of ending up like the Corpse-Controlling Gate?"
Lu Wu roared furiously, not giving Zhuang Yingjie, the head of the Demon Hunter Association branch, an ounce of face.
Zhuang Yingjie felt like he was about to explode with rage from Lu Wu's shout. In his eyes, Lu Wu was merely a small fry, a nobody, utterly unqualified to yell at him, a head of a branch. How could he endure Lu Wu shouting at him in front of so many people?
He glared murderously at Lu Wu, but he didn't attack him, instead shifting his gaze back to Yang Haoran.
"Emissary Yang, your subordinate is quite rude, isn't he? He's already so arrogant just after opening his Heaven Soul. If he were to open his Earth Soul, do you think he would even bother to respect you, an Emissary? " Zhuang Yingjie asked Yang Haoran in a deep voice.
"Hey! You're actually trying to sow discord, you bastard! I'm fiercely loyal to the Emissary! It's you who. . ."
Lu Wu's words were cut short by Yang Haoran's smiling wave of the hand. Lu Wu didn't dare defy Yang Haoran's wishes and could only forcefully shut up, but the look he gave Zhuang Yingjie was still anything but polite, brimming with hostility.
"Heh heh, President Zhuang speaks truly. My subordinate is indeed a bit undisciplined. However, that's my affair, and it's not for others to criticize. It would be better for us to get to the main point now, so as not to waste anyone's time. I've already made it quite clear to you: I will not hand over Huang Sha. Will you stay for a meal and a drink, or shall I escort you out?"
Yang Haoran spoke with a smile, his tone and demeanor still as polite as before. However, the meaning of his words was no longer so polite; every single word was sharp and cutting, leaving Zhuang Yingjie absolutely no room for maneuver.
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