Chapter 1270: The Polite Man Like Air
The bewitching woman's piteous expression made Corpse Not Yet Cold's heart ache. He gently patted her back and comforted her in a soft voice.
"There, there, don't be afraid. With me here, no one dares bully you!"
After reassuring the bewitching woman, Corpse Not Yet Cold turned his gaze back to the Goat-Beard Man.
The moment Corpse Not Yet Cold turned to face the Goat-Beard Man, the tenderness instantly vanished from his face, replaced by an expression of pure killing intent.
Before, Corpse Not Yet Cold had only been angry; he hadn't harbored such intense killing intent towards the Goat-Beard Man, and it hadn't been overtly expressed. But now the situation was entirely different; Corpse Not Yet Cold not only felt intense killing intent towards the Goat-Beard Man, but he displayed it openly, without reservation.
"If you dare utter another ill word about my wife, I will personally conduct the funeral for you, an Emissary of Death. This place will become a fine spot for your soul to scatter and dissipate!"
The Goat-Beard Man's face twitched involuntarily upon hearing this, and a wave of panic swept through him. He could feel Corpse Not Yet Cold's intense killing intent, and it was all directed at him. He could also tell that Corpse Not Yet Cold wasn't joking; if he ignored the warning and stubbornly insisted on challenging him, he had no doubt that Corpse Not Yet Cold would truly kill him here.
Originally, the Goat-Beard Man, relying on the Yin Division's backing, had always disdained Corpse Not Yet Cold and felt not the slightest fear of him, because he was certain Corpse Not Yet Cold wouldn't dare do anything to him. Even if Corpse Not Yet Cold's strength far surpassed his own, he still wouldn't take him seriously.
The Goat-Beard Man was completely subdued by Corpse Not Yet Cold's potent killing intent. The man, who had been clamoring to give up and abandon his post, suddenly fell silent.
"Heh heh, the atmosphere is truly tense, isn't it? Why have perfectly good allies suddenly started quarreling? When it comes to quarrels, whether you win or lose, both sides end up feeling awkward. What's the point of this? If you two continue to argue like this, the Night Watchers over there will all be dead."
Just as the Goat-Beard Man was at a loss due to his inner fear, a man's voice, tinged with amusement, echoed through the area, reaching his ears, and those of Corpse Not Yet Cold and the other Corpse Sect members. Everyone's gazes were drawn by the voice as they searched all around for the source of the sound. Finally, they spotted the figure on a large tree not far from Corpse Not Yet Cold's side. The person seemed to defy gravity, standing on a slender branch of the large tree.
To be precise, he wasn't standing on the branch itself, but had settled onto a few leaves growing from the branch.
This person was none other than Yang Haoran.
When everyone's eyes landed on Yang Haoran, expressions of shock and awe appeared on their faces.
For extraordinary individuals capable of hovering and flying, allowing their body to lightly settle onto a few leaves without even causing them to deform in the slightest was a simple feat, nothing remarkable.
The reason for the shock and awe on their faces now was not because Yang Haoran was standing on a few leaves, but because they hadn't sensed when Yang Haoran had appeared there at all.
Let alone the mid and high-ranking members of the Corpse Sect, even Corpse Not Yet Cold, the Door Master of the Corpse Sect, hadn't sensed it!
If the power fluctuations Yang Haoran emitted were strong enough to make them believe he was a top-tier expert, and that Yang Haoran could appear here unbeknownst to gods or ghosts, they wouldn't be as surprised as they were now. But precisely because the power fluctuations Yang Haoran emitted were very weak, and he didn't seem much like an expert, how could they not be shocked?
"Before, I had a faint feeling that you weren't as simple as you appeared, and it seems my feeling was correct. I'd very much like to know how you managed to appear here so stealthily without alerting any of us?"
Corpse Not Yet Cold looked at Yang Haoran, his expression grave, and asked in a deep voice. Yang Haoran's bizarre appearance had completely diverted his attention from the Goat-Beard Man; now, all his focus was on Yang Haoran.
"Heh heh, because I'm like air, aren't I? Isn't it perfectly normal for you not to notice me?"
Yang Haoran spoke with a faint smile; though a smile graced his face, his words made Corpse Not Yet Cold feel a strong sense of being targeted.
In truth, the reason Corpse Not Yet Cold hadn't detected when Yang Haoran appeared there, besides Yang Haoran's own abilities and methods, was also because he had been consumed by anger at the time, with all his attention focused on the Goat-Beard Man. Otherwise, with his strength, it would have been impossible for him to sense nothing at all.
"Don't bother with that guy for now, quickly send someone to support my Night Watchers, they can't hold out any longer!"
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Just then, the Goat-Beard Man's anxious voice rang out. The Corpse Sect members, hearing this, all cast their gazes towards the battlefield where Zhong Siyu was fighting the Night Watchers. Even Corpse Not Yet Cold glanced in that direction.
Of the dozens of Night Watchers the Goat-Beard Man had brought, only a handful remained now, and these few had completely lost their will to fight. Having witnessed other Night Watchers being devoured one after another by Zhong Siyu in such a short time, how could they possibly retain the courage to fight? Their wills utterly shattered, they ignored the Goat-Beard Man's orders and scattered, fleeing in all directions.
Zhong Siyu, on the other hand, was letting out bone-chilling laughter while pursuing the fleeing individuals. At this moment, she was no different from before—spotlessly clean, the power fluctuations emanating from her body showing no signs of weakening. It was clear at a glance that she had expended no effort whatsoever.
In fact, on the battlefield where Zhong Siyu was located, though not much time had passed from beginning to now, the screams had never ceased. Yet, tragically, most people had focused their attention on the internal conflict between the Goat-Beard Man and Corpse Not Yet Cold, thus completely failing to notice the horrific state of this battlefield.
If Yang Haoran hadn't spoken up just now to remind them, the Goat-Beard Man's attention would certainly still be on Corpse Not Yet Cold, and by the time he realized it himself, he probably wouldn't even see the last few fleeing figures anymore.
Corpse Not Yet Cold witnessed the Night Watchers' tragic state, but no trace of surprise appeared on his face. From his reaction, it wasn't hard to tell that he seemed to have long anticipated such a fate for the Night Watchers under the Goat-Beard Man's command.
According to his true intentions, he didn't want to meddle in this matter at all. It would be best if Zhong Siyu slaughtered all the Night Watchers clean. And if she could also dispatch the Goat-Beard Man, that Emissary of Death, it would be even better.
However, tonight they were allies after all. Watching an ally be slaughtered completely and remaining indifferent—if the high-level officials of the Tong Continent Yin Division found out about this, not only he, but his entire Corpse Sect would suffer. Furthermore, unless absolutely necessary, he truly didn't want to openly fall out with the Goat-Beard Man, because there were still many areas where their Corpse Sect needed to cooperate with the Corpse Ancestor City Yin Division.
Therefore, this time, facing the Goat-Beard Man's anxious urging, Corpse Not Yet Cold chose not to ignore it any longer.
"All members of the Corpse Sect, heed my command! Capture this Ghost King for me with the utmost speed! As for this man who's like air before us, my wife, Soul Transporter Gou, and I will handle him!"
As Corpse Not Yet Cold's command was issued, a synchronized chorus of responses immediately came from behind.
"As you command!"
Since they were all mid to high-ranking members of the Corpse Sect, their responses were not as booming as those of soldiers, lacking a bit of murderous aura, but possessing more composure and confidence.
Although the opponent they were about to face was a powerful Ghost King, not a single one of these Corpse Sect members showed any fear. Some wore faint smiles, others had calm expressions, some looked utterly nonchalant, and a few even showed disdain.
Even if the Ghost King was formidable, their side had far more than one expert at the same realm as the Ghost King. Moreover, each of them raised zombies to some extent. In this impending battle, whether in terms of numbers or strength, they were far superior to the opponent by a long shot. Of course, they had no reason to be afraid.
Just as these mid and high-ranking members of the Corpse Sect were preparing to carry out their orders, Yang Haoran, at that moment, spoke with a faint smile.
"Heh heh, if you'd kindly wait a moment. There's a friend among you who is very important to me. I can't just stand by and watch him go to his death, so I must invite him out first."
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