Chapter 1143: Reading Memories
Thud! ! !
Yang Haoran slammed his palm onto the Young Man's head. The Young Man's head didn't burst open like a watermelon struck by a heavy blow. Quite the opposite, not a single crack appeared on his head.
However, his internal organs were shattered by Yang Haoran's palm strike.
The Young Man's facial expression froze, his eyes became vacant in that instant, and then blood began to flow from his nose and mouth.
The Young Man died. He died just as he unleashed his strongest power, killed instantly with a single blow, without even a chance to resist. Even until the very end, he couldn't utter a single cry of pain.
He left easily, for he had no time to feel pain. Yet, his departure was also tragic, because until his dying breath, he never understood one truth: discretion.
Of course, given his status, he wouldn't have understood what discretion meant, nor would he have deigned to learn it. For members of the Demon Cult, the word 'discretion' simply wasn't in their dictionary.
The Young Man's corpse plummeted from the air, then crashed onto the ground. Seeing this, Xiang Chuan immediately started yelling at Yang Haoran.
Xiang Chuan spoke with an exaggerated expression. Though he said this aloud, he certainly wasn't thinking it. With Yang Haoran personally taking care of the Young Man, he could conveniently relax. He wasn't a battle maniac like Lu Wu, who couldn't sleep a wink without a fight. He was different; as long as he could avoid making a move, he absolutely wouldn't. This held true whether he could defeat the opponent or, even more so, if he couldn't.
In the past, Xiang Chuan hadn't been too particular about this; he'd simply go with the flow. But ever since he started following Yang Haoran, not only had trouble been constant, but his opponents were all experts. If he actively charged into every bit of trouble, he worried he wouldn't have many years left to live. So, it was better to dodge trouble when possible, and avoid making a move if he could help it.
Of course, he still had to put on a show for Yang Haoran. If he couldn't even manage the most basic pretense, he worried he'd die even faster than if he actively rushed to deal with trouble himself.
Yang Haoran looked at Xiang Chuan, who was yelling with an exaggerated expression, and could more or less guess the kid's true thoughts. Xiang Chuan's acting was simply too over-the-top, looking fake no matter how you viewed it.
However, he didn't call him out. He hadn't known Xiang Chuan for just a day or two and understood his personality quite well. Given Xiang Chuan's character, even if he pointed it out, he'd only get a 'hehe' chuckle in return, so he couldn't be bothered.
Not only did he not call Xiang Chuan out, he even offered him an explanation, just to prevent the guy from relentlessly hounding him with questions.
"The reason I personally killed him is, for one, because I didn't want to waste too much time on him. Another reason is that I wanted to extract some useful information from him in the shortest possible time. And a third reason is that I didn't want any flies buzzing around my ears while I was watching the show, so I just swatted him dead with a single palm strike."
Yang Haoran's explanation made the corner of Xiang Chuan's mouth twitch slightly, and the smile on his face became somewhat unnatural. However, he genuinely didn't continue to pester him with questions; instead, he started to flatter Yang Haoran.
"That guy was too arrogant. He was bound to meet such an end sooner or later. But for him to die at your hands, Big Brother, can actually be considered his good fortune."
Yang Haoran ignored Xiang Chuan's exaggerated flattery. Under Xiang Chuan's gaze, he used the most brutal means to forcibly condense the Young Man's soul and extract it from the corpse. Immediately after, he opened his Ghost Eye.
Meanwhile, Wan Wu Yi's other subordinates had begun clashing with their respective targets. Coupled with the battle between the Corpse King, the Spirit Masters, and the Demon Hunters, the entire area instantly descended into utter chaos. Intense explosions, furious roars, and agonizing screams echoed through every corner of the Ancient Demon Palace.
Though the scene was chaotic, Wan Wu Yi remained completely unperturbed, perfectly at ease, giving off an air of being in complete control.
His attention hadn't initially been on Yang Haoran, but when Yang Haoran made his move on the Young Man, he sensed the powerful Spirit Power emanating from Yang Haoran's body. Thus, his gaze was immediately drawn to Yang Haoran.
When he looked towards Yang Haoran, he happened to witness the scene of Yang Haoran striking the Young Man dead with a palm. In such a situation, saving the Young Man was clearly impossible, as Yang Haoran's palm had already fallen. However, his inaction wasn't due to a lack of time; he simply had no intention of intervening to save him.
Even now, with Yang Haoran forcibly extracting the Young Man's soul from the corpse, he still showed no inclination to intervene.
"Heh heh, Yang Haoran, your strength is considerable. I am very satisfied. The stronger you are, the greater help you will be to me. I look forward to your performance shortly."
Wan Wu Yi spoke with a cold chuckle. After saying this, he withdrew his gaze and turned to look at other areas. He seemed indifferent to what Yang Haoran would do next, showing no intention of interfering.
The situation in other areas wasn't as bad as where Yang Haoran was. Although some of his subordinates were at a disadvantage, none were instantly killed upon their appearance. In fact, in some areas, his own people held the upper hand.
In truth, all of Wan Wu Yi's subordinates were quite strong; otherwise, he wouldn't have allowed them to actively engage the leaders and high-ranking members of the various factions.
As for the Young Man who sought out Yang Haoran, he was the weakest among these individuals, but also the most arrogant. And precisely because of this, he was the first to be taken out.
Of course, even if the Young Man was the weakest among these particular individuals, that was only within their specific group. Looking at the entire non-ordinary person circle in Gu Mo City, the Young Man's strength was definitely considered quite formidable. Otherwise, he wouldn't have caught Wan Wu Yi's eye, nor would he have been so arrogant and disdainful of others.
But unfortunately for him, he encountered Yang Haoran. Before Yang Haoran, his meager strength naturally amounted to nothing.
From the current situation, Wan Wu Yi's side wasn't at a disadvantage for the moment. But given enough time, his side was bound to lose. Even with one Corpse King maintaining appearances, the outcome couldn't be changed. After all, this particular Corpse King had only recently advanced and its strength couldn't compare to truly powerful Corpse Kings. Furthermore, the people from various factions who had been on standby outside the Ancient Demon Palace had also rushed to join the battlefield. Their arrival would undoubtedly bring even more pressure to Wan Wu Yi's side; defeat was only a matter of time.
Many ants can bite an elephant to death—this principle was understood by the people of the various factions, and Wan Wu Yi understood it too.
However, not a trace of urgency could be seen on Wan Wu Yi's face. Instead, he watched the great battle like a spectator, enjoying the view.
At this moment, Yang Haoran, after activating his Ghost Eye on the Young Man's soul, immediately saw a rapid succession of images flash through his mind, like a movie fast-forwarding.
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