Chapter 1142: Little Devil
Yang Haoran stood at the dilapidated entrance of the Ancient Demon Palace, hands in his pockets, a faint smile on his face. He watched the unfolding drama before him with leisure, like a mere spectator.
He had been enjoying the show quite thoroughly when a sudden rush of air tore through the silence, drawing his gaze. Under his tranquil scrutiny, a streak of crimson light shot towards his position.
Although the other party didn't shout or even utter a single word, Yang Haoran wasn't a fool. He knew perfectly well that this crimson orb of light was directed at him, and its intentions were far from friendly.
Before the crimson light even arrived, a thick, coppery stench of blood assaulted his nostrils.
Yang Haoran was no benevolent soul; his hands were stained with no less blood. While he wouldn't say he enjoyed such an intense scent, it was certainly not unbearable.
The crimson light was incredibly fast, appearing before him in an instant. Though dense, Yang Haoran could faintly discern a figure within it, already poised to strike. 33txt.com
Yang Haoran's smile deepened a fraction, the curve of his lips widening slightly. Without any discernible movement from him, chains suddenly materialized, clattering together as a vast net of them instantly formed before him.
Bang! ! !
The crimson light slammed into the great net of chains, causing the net to bulge outwards, but it did not tear open. The crimson light was successfully blocked.
The iron sphere hovered obliquely in the air not far in front of Yang Haoran, slowly rotating. However, this scene lasted only a brief moment before the slowly turning sphere began to vibrate violently. Some areas bulged out then caved back in, and the frequency of these distortions rapidly increased.
Boom! ! !
Several seconds later, the iron sphere exploded with a thunderous roar. A powerful wave of air rapidly expanded outwards, and the fragments formed by the sphere's explosion also shot out in all directions. The dilapidated gate of the Ancient Demon Palace suffered another degree of impact from this. The expanding air current made the gate tremble violently, and countless fragments of the iron sphere were embedded deeply into its ruined surface.
Once the air current passed, the gate ceased its trembling. The embedded fragments within the gate dissolved into wisps of Yin Qi, leaving behind only a multitude of irregular holes.
Yang Haoran and Xiang Chuan remained standing in their original positions, their bodies unmoving. Although the power of the iron sphere's explosion had been considerable, in Yang Haoran's eyes, it was nothing much. The air current was barely stronger than a gentle breeze, and as for the countless fragments, they were like dust in the wind—numerous, but incapable of inflicting any harm upon him.
As for Xiang Chuan behind him, Yang Haoran paid him no mind. On one hand, Yang Haoran had blocked all the damage, so Xiang Chuan was perfectly safe behind him. On the other hand, Xiang Chuan's own strength was formidable enough that an explosion of this magnitude posed no threat to him.
At the former location of the iron sphere, only a single figure remained. This person was very young; judging purely by appearance, he was at most eighteen or nineteen years old. At this age, one should exude the vibrancy of youth, yet there wasn't a shred of youthful vitality about him. All that emanated from him was brutality and ferocity. Especially his eyes: they held no trace of humanity, only a savage gleam akin to a wild beast.
These eyes, radiating a malevolent glow, were now fixed on Yang Haoran with an air of provocation. As for Xiang Chuan, who stood behind Yang Haoran, he was completely ignored.
"I know you. Your name is Yang Haoran, the new Emissary of Death for our Gu Mo City Underworld Office. Heh, you've got real guts. Our Gu Mo City is notoriously chaotic; don't you know how miserably the previous Emissary of Death died? Yet you still dare to come here and serve as Emissary of Death. I don't know whether to call you courageous or just plain crazy."
The Young Man's expression was disdainful, his words dripping with intense mockery. In his eyes, Yang Haoran seemed no different from an idiot.
Yang Haoran's expression remained unchanged, a faint smile still gracing his face, as if he hadn't heard the Young Man's utterly sarcastic remarks. It was Xiang Chuan behind him who, upon hearing the Young Man's words, couldn't help but chuckle and mutter something.
"Idiot!"
Just two short words, not particularly loud, but the distance between them wasn't great, and neither party was ordinary, possessing far superior hearing. Thus, those two words still reached the Young Man's ears.
Originally, the Young Man hadn't even given Xiang Chuan a second thought, not bothering to glance at him. But upon hearing those two muttered words, the cold sneer on his face froze, and his eyes blazed as he glared at Xiang Chuan, like a cat whose tail had suddenly been stepped on.
"What are you? Do you have a right to speak here?"
The Young Man spoke coldly, his tone not only laced with intense killing intent but also profound contempt. He genuinely looked down on Xiang Chuan from the bottom of his heart.
He knew who Yang Haoran was, but who Xiang Chuan was, he truly had no idea. Although the recent two major battles had allowed many to witness Xiang Chuan's prowess, this didn't mean that every non-ordinary person in Gu Mo City already recognized Xiang Chuan or knew how powerful his methods were.
And this Young Man before him, he didn't know Xiang Chuan, nor did he know Xiang Chuan's methods. In his eyes, Xiang Chuan standing obediently behind Yang Haoran could only be Yang Haoran's subordinate, or perhaps cannon fodder. He hadn't considered anything beyond that.
It was precisely because of this that he felt Xiang Chuan was not on the same level as him at all, which was why he looked down on Xiang Chuan so thoroughly.
Yet now, this very person he disdained dared to openly insult him. How could he possibly tolerate that? Although Xiang Chuan hadn't explicitly named him, he was certain that Xiang Chuan's insult was directed at him.
"Heh heh, you don't know who I am? Looks like you're a bit uninitiated. Right now, throughout all of Gu Mo City, how many people don't know your humble servant? The fact that you don't even recognize me. . . I must have overestimated you."
Xiang Chuan chuckled in response, his words making the Young Man's face turn even uglier, and the killing intent emanating from him towards Xiang Chuan grew even stronger.
"Originally, I was going to kill Yang Haoran first, and then deal with you, his subordinate. But since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll make an exception for you and send you to meet your Death God first!"
The Young Man was arrogant and equally hot-tempered. He was provoked by Xiang Chuan's few words. Yang Haoran had originally been his primary target, but in his rage, he shifted his focus, regarding Xiang Chuan as the first person he needed to eliminate.
No sooner had his voice fallen than a powerful surge of energy erupted from the Young Man's body. The crimson light radiating from within him was more than twice as strong as before. Although it was unclear what technique he intended to unleash, judging by his ferocious expression, he must have channeled all his strength.
"Heh heh, with just this much ability, you dare to be so arrogant? Youth is truly wonderful."
Xiang Chuan spoke with a chuckle, then turned his gaze to Yang Haoran, continuing with a smile:
"Big Brother, leave this fellow to me. He's not worth you personally taking action. Just a small fry, that's all."
The moment Xiang Chuan's words fell, the smile on his face froze, and he stood utterly dumbfounded.
His sudden reaction wasn't because the Young Man had unleashed some terrifying technique against him, but because Yang Haoran, who had been standing in front of him, suddenly vanished from his spot. When he reappeared, he was already directly in front of the Young Man.
At that moment, Yang Haoran was completely enveloped in dense Yin Qi. With a single palm strike, the thick, bloody aura released from the Young Man's body was instantly shattered, utterly unable to withstand his attack.
The Young Man, who had just been about to attack Xiang Chuan, saw his face instantly change upon witnessing this. He hadn't expected Yang Haoran to suddenly attack him, nor had he anticipated Yang Haoran's palm strike to be so incredibly powerful. His protective blood aura was rendered completely useless before Yang Haoran, unable to even hold out for a moment.
In that moment, he understood one thing: Yang Haoran's strength was far, far greater than he had imagined. He was no match for Yang Haoran at all. Someone who could so effortlessly and quickly shatter his protective blood aura was simply beyond his ability to contend with.
He understood this truth, but his realization came a little too late. Because Yang Haoran did not give him a chance to escape. After shattering his protective blood aura with one palm, the strike's power undiminished, it directly slammed onto the top of his head!
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