Chapter 1133: A King Turns to Dust
The young man, brought back to life by Yang Haoran through the ghost art of Borrowing a Corpse for Reanimation, and utilizing the Talisman Spirit Power Yang Haoran left in his body, had now successfully escaped Gu Mo City.
Reborn, the young man was overjoyed. Though this physical body had aged considerably, it did not diminish his elation. To him, no matter how much this body had deteriorated, being alive was a blessing. It was far better than his soul falling into Yang Haoran's hands, with the constant threat of Soul Transformation looming over him.
Recalling Yang Haoran, the young man's joy vanished, replaced by a surge of intense fury. He had not died by Yang Haoran's hand, but by a Night Watcher's. Since Yang Haoran was the Emissary of Death for the Gu Mo City Underworld Office, his rage naturally shifted to Yang Haoran.
Furthermore, the oppressive feeling Yang Haoran had previously inflicted upon him was simply too overwhelming. To survive, he had been forced to beg Yang Haoran for mercy. At that moment, he had only one thought: as long as he could live. If he could survive, he would do anything, let alone beg Yang Haoran for mercy; he would even call Yang Haoran "Old Man" without hesitation.
However, now that he had escaped Yang Haoran, his pathetic pride began to stir. He felt he had suffered an immense humiliation, and that humiliation had been inflicted by Yang Haoran. The intensity of his hatred for Yang Haoran was easily imaginable.
As for the Night Watcher who had truly slain him, he harbored resentment towards that person too, though it wasn't as fierce as his hatred for Yang Haoran.
“Yang Haoran, I will return! When I make my kingly comeback, your death day will be upon you! ”
The young man's gaze stretched far, towards the direction of the Death God Temple. As the sky over Gu Mo City was perpetually hazy, he, having already escaped the city, could no longer clearly discern the Death God Temple.
With a resounding boom, the Talisman Ancestor's Dharma Body was struck by the Death God's Law Aspect. The young man's body trembled involuntarily, and an unconscious look of fear flashed in his eyes.
“Damn it! Sooner or later, I’ll become just as powerful. Everyone who ever looked down on me will be trampled underfoot. I will surely become the master of all Gu Mo City, forcing every faction to bow before me, and the Underworld Office will be no exception! ”
It was unclear whether the young man spoke to dispel his inner fear or because he truly possessed such grand ambition. Regardless, his monologue was delivered with extreme certainty, as if he could already see himself soaring in power, dictating the fate of Gu Mo City.
With his words spoken, the young man prepared to flee the area. Having Borrowed a Corpse for Reanimation, he still had much to learn about this new body. He needed time to understand it and allow his soul to adapt. As for the battle raging in Gu Mo City, he had no desire to participate whatsoever. He knew he currently lacked the ability to join in, so he felt it was most important to quickly leave this troubled place and find a way to enhance his strength.
Pushing off with his legs, the young man leaped up and shot into the distance, his initial speed several times faster than a car. This exhilarating sensation made him burst into laughter.
“Hahahahaha! One word: awesome! ”
Bang! ! !
The very moment that word 'awesome' escaped the young man’s lips, his body suddenly exploded. Severed limbs and mangled flesh shot out in all directions, igniting in fierce flames before even hitting the ground, instantly turning to ash.
This young man, who had planned to dominate all of Gu Mo City and trample other factions underfoot, perished without even uttering a single scream, utterly reduced to ashes.
The reason for the young man’s body undergoing such a transformation was, of course, not because something went wrong with Yang Haoran’s Borrowing a Corpse for Reanimation. Rather, it was because Yang Haoran never intended for him to live, and so he had secretly tampered with his soul and Yi Xuan's corpse, leading to this very scene.
Though the young man had killed many, he was still naive and inexperienced. Thus, he never dreamed that Yang Haoran would tamper with his soul and Yi Xuan's corpse, nor did he detect it. He never even considered whether Yang Haoran letting him live had any other intention or trap.
He naively believed he had not only gained a new life but also escaped Yang Haoran, even throwing out threats behind his back that he would return to seek trouble with Yang Haoran. Yet, he was unaware that he was merely a pawn used by Yang Haoran.
Now that he was dead, not only was his physical body gone, but his soul had also dissipated. He knew too much. Furthermore, Yang Haoran never intended for him to live, so how could he possibly preserve his soul? When taking action, it was only natural to destroy his soul along with his body. Only then would Yang Haoran feel at ease, and only then would it align with his usual way of doing things.
The young man was thoroughly dead; there was no longer such a person in this world. Apart from Yang Haoran, no one knew of this matter. What the young man knew and saw would naturally not be known to a third party. As for everyone present at the Death God Temple, all they knew was what they saw: that Yi Xuan had escaped, severely wounded.
Inside the Death God Temple, everyone was shocked by Gu Mo City’s drastic changes. They halted their actions one after another, turning their gaze towards the buildings of Gu Mo City.
The Death God Temple where everyone was currently located sat on high ground. As it had once been the largest Death God Temple under the Gu Mo City Underworld Office, its location was chosen as the highest point in the area.
Of course, this so-called 'highest' referred only to the territory governed by the Gu Mo City Underworld Office, not the absolute highest point in all of Gu Mo City.
Even so, the terrain here was quite elevated. Standing here, one could almost take in more than half of Gu Mo City at a glance.
Precisely because of this, everyone, still unaware of what had happened, their hearts filled with shock, turned their gazes towards the tall, yet dilapidated and ancient buildings of Gu Mo City, all wanting to see what exactly was unfolding.
Under their watchful eyes, the buildings of Gu Mo City, regardless of size, collapsed one after another. In just a few breaths, the vast majority of Gu Mo City’s structures had crumbled under the violent tremors of the ground, with only a few buildings that had received power blessings or were protected by restrictive barriers remaining intact.
In an instant, all of Gu Mo City descended into chaos. Agonized screams, terrified cries, and desperate roars echoed throughout the entire city. These sounds almost exclusively came from the ordinary people within Gu Mo City—the ordinary people who served the non-ordinary.
The faces of the various factions twisted dramatically, for this sudden cataclysm had entangled them all. How could their expressions possibly be pleasant?
“Damn it! Yang Haoran! Is this your doing? ! ”
A middle-aged man bellowed furiously at Yang Haoran, his expression utterly enraged.
His voice pulled the others back from their shock to reality, and his words also served as a warning to the various factions present. All eyes turned to Yang Haoran.
In their view, given how tightly they had pressed Yang Haoran recently, it was hardly surprising that he, holding a grudge, would resort to such actions.
Leaving that aside, if Gu Mo City’s disappearance incidents were originally Yang Haoran’s doing, then it would be even less surprising for him to commit such an act, as from the very beginning, his target was not any single faction within Gu Mo City, but all of them.
Facing the blade-sharp gazes from the various factions, a smile returned to Yang Haoran’s face. He didn’t immediately respond, instead lighting a cigarette before speaking with a chuckle.
“I am an Underworld Official, and the power I use is Spirit Power. Open your eyes wide and take a good look at the blood mist rising over Gu Mo City. Do you truly believe that a technique unleashed by an Underworld Official like me would produce such a blood mist? ”
Yang Haoran spoke unhurriedly, a slow, gentle smile on his face. Everyone regarded him as their target, wishing they could flay him alive, yet he seemed completely unperturbed, as if the dramatic changes unfolding in Gu Mo City had nothing to do with him.
Though Yang Haoran’s demeanor greatly annoyed the various factions, they had to admit there was some truth to his words. Yang Haoran was an Underworld Official, and the techniques unleashed by Underworld Officials were always accompanied by dense Yin Qi, which manifested as black, not blood-red.
If it wasn't Yang Haoran's doing, then what exactly was happening?
Some felt bewildered, but others, observing the blood mist rising everywhere in Gu Mo City, suddenly recalled something, their expressions instantly turning even uglier!
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