Chapter 1227: We Will Return
The Grand Spirit Master's expression was frozen, disbelief showing in his eyes. He looked down at his chest, and under his gaze, a spray of hot blood erupted. Immediately after, his body shifted, causing more blood to splatter as his torso was split in two.
The Grand Spirit Master was dead, his body pierced and directly severed at the chest by Yang Haoran's Remnant Moon, thus splitting him in two.
“That talisman was quite decent, but unfortunately, you're not a Talisman Master. The power you could draw from it was rather limited; otherwise, breaking through the shield formed by this Jade Talisman would have truly been a difficult task. ”
Yang Haoran spoke with a faint smile. As his words fell, the Grand Spirit Master completely lost consciousness, and his bisected body, deprived of its power, plummeted from the sky.
Yang Haoran lightly waved his hand towards the falling corpse, and it stopped its descent, instead flying towards him and hovering before him.
Yang Haoran naturally had no interest in the Grand Spirit Master's corpse itself. However, he was certainly interested in the soul within the body, and if he wanted credit for this battle, he would need the Grand Spirit Master's soul.
For a Grand Spirit Master of this caliber, Yang Haoran knew without a doubt that they had very likely cultivated the soul transformation aspect of Spiritual Arts. After all, almost every Grand Spirit Master he had encountered knew this secret technique. Therefore, he needed to promptly extract the Grand Spirit Master's soul to prevent it from escaping due to his carelessness.
As expected, just as Yang Haoran's power enveloped the Grand Spirit Master's corpse, a cluster of white light, emitting a faint Ghost Qi, shot out from within one of the body fragments, clearly attempting to flee.
The white light cluster struggled violently, and from it emanated a voice filled with unwillingness and rage.
“Yang Haoran, it's my bad luck to fall into your hands today, but don't think your Underworld Office has won for good! Although we Spirit Mediums lost to your Underworld Office this time, we *will* return! Our Spiritualist God will return as well! Just clean your necks and wait to be slaughtered! ”
The voice belonged to the deceased Grand Spirit Master, confirming that the white light was indeed the Grand Spirit Master's soul, merely refraining from manifesting a human form for the convenience of escape.
It wasn't that the Grand Spirit Master deliberately waited for Yang Haoran to act on his corpse before letting his soul escape. Rather, his soul had only just condensed into a spirit and regained consciousness within his body when Yang Haoran made his move. He knew Yang Haoran surely intended to extract his soul, and so, clutching at a sliver of hope, he burst forth from the corpse, hoping to free his soul from Yang Haoran's grasp. Though he knew the chances of success were slim, he had no other option.
The outcome did not surprise him, yet he found no joy in it, for his soul was seized by Yang Haoran the moment it erupted from the corpse, cutting off all retreat. Still, he didn't beg Yang Haoran for mercy or concede defeat. Instead, filled with intense resentment, he bellowed threats at Yang Haoran, and the content of his words even surprised Yang Haoran somewhat.
“Heh, your Spirit Master False God is already dead. His corpse fell from the divine platform in full view of everyone, didn't you see? And, if I'm not mistaken, your false god was surely utterly destroyed and turned to Soul Transformation by our God. How could he possibly return then? Tell me how he'll return, I'm all ears. ”
Yang Haoran smiled faintly. Though he felt a touch of surprise and curiosity internally, he habitually showed no expression on his face.
“Dead? Hahahahaha, how could my God die so easily? My God will return, my God will definitely return! The day my God returns will be the day your Underworld Office is annihilated! Hahahahaha!
!”
The Grand Spirit Master's soul burst into laughter, the sound tinged with madness.
“Heh, well then, I'm truly looking forward to that day. ”
Yang Haoran spoke with a faint smile, his expression utterly unchanged by the Grand Spirit Master's words.
Though the Grand Spirit Master hadn't manifested a human form at that moment, making it impossible to see his expression as he spoke, it was clear from his voice that he had descended into madness. Whether this madness stemmed from fear, rage, or a combination of both, remained unknown.
Regardless of the root cause of the Grand Spirit Master's descent into madness, the fact remained that he was insane, his sanity compromised. The words of someone in such a state naturally carried little credibility, especially when they were threats uttered from desperation. Their trustworthiness was, of course, even lower. Most people, if in Yang Haoran's position, would in all likelihood not believe the Grand Spirit Master's raving.
Yang Haoran didn't entirely believe the Grand Spirit Master's words, yet he didn't entirely dismiss them either. Though he wore a calm expression, seemingly unconcerned by the Grand Spirit Master's pronouncements, the truth was quite the opposite; he had taken some of the Grand Spirit Master's words to heart.
Still, his disbelief far outweighed his belief, as people who uttered desperate threats merely for the sake of a quick retort were countless. What if this Grand Spirit Master was just such a person?
Yang Haoran had no intention of wasting more words on this Grand Spirit Master. After his faint, smiling reply, he proceeded to collect the Grand Spirit Master's soul into his Soul-Gathering Bead amidst the latter's enraged curses. The moment the Grand Spirit Master's soul was forcibly drawn into the Soul-Gathering Bead, the curses abruptly ceased, and the area instantly grew quiet. The strange eyeball hovering overhead also dissipated into tendrils of Ghost Qi due to the Grand Spirit Master's death.
After collecting the Grand Spirit Master's soul, Yang Haoran did not rush to leave. Instead, his figure flickered as he rapidly descended, arriving beside a headless corpse in the blink of an eye.
This headless corpse belonged to the other Grand Spirit Master he had previously decapitated. Due to the urgent situation at the time, he hadn't had the luxury to collect this Grand Spirit Master's soul immediately, needing to seize every second to launch an attack on the other Grand Spirit Master. However, he hadn't simply left the corpse unattended. As the body plummeted from high in the sky, he had still waved his hand, placing a simple restrictive barrier over it, primarily to prevent this Grand Spirit Master's soul from seizing the opportunity to escape.
When Yang Haoran arrived beside the headless corpse, he saw a cluster of white light, formed from a soul, repeatedly striking the layer of protective Ghost Qi emanating from the corpse's surface. Although its impacts had no effect on the shield, not even shaking it in the slightest, it refused to give up, continuing to strike the barrier again and again, as if vowing not to stop until it broke through.
Yang Haoran's arrival seemed to be sensed by this soul. Like a startled rabbit, it quickly darted into the headless corpse and vanished. However, this act of "burying one's head in the sand" had absolutely no effect on Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran waved his hand, dispelling the restrictive barrier enveloping the headless corpse. Then, he stretched his hand out towards the headless body, grasping at the air. A ghostly hand, without physical form but emanating dense Ghost Qi, materialized and plunged into the interior of the headless corpse, forcibly seizing the white light cluster that had just burrowed inside.
“Mercy, please, mercy! If you're willing to spare me, I'll do anything. I'll be your ox or your horse, and I won't have a single word of complaint! ”
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