Chapter 1423: Forced Soul Fusion!
Yang Haoran's words made Zhong Siyu freeze, then she stared at him, her face filled with shock, for never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Yang Haoran's final trump card would be something like this.
At this moment, the confusion in her heart unraveled; she finally understood why Yang Haoran had sought her agreement, for if she did not consent to this matter, it simply could not be done.
"You. . . you are an Underworld Official. Do you know what it means once you do this?"
The shock in her heart momentarily disoriented Zhong Siyu's mind. Hearing her, Yang Haoran merely smiled faintly and countered Zhong Siyu's question.
"What does it mean? Does it mean that I, this Underworld Office Guardian, have defected from the Underworld Office and decided to become one of the Spirit Mediums? Heh heh, at this point, whether I do this or not, I've already become a traitor to the Underworld Office. From now on, the Underworld Office will no longer tolerate me. Since that's the case, what do I have left to worry about?"
Yang Haoran's counter-question made Zhong Siyu's mind catch up. She did not refute Yang Haoran's words, for she knew he was not wrong. Given Yang Haoran's actions today, the Underworld Office could absolutely no longer tolerate him. Apart from the Death God, that supreme existence, no one in the entire Underworld Office could protect Yang Haoran. To reach such a point, there was indeed nothing left to worry about.
"I possess the qualifications for Soul Fusion. Do you understand the Soul Fusion art?"
Zhong Siyu asked Yang Haoran again. By now, Zhong Siyu had gradually recovered from her shock, and a faint smile had returned to her face. Yet, that smile still felt chilling, possessing a morbid quality that ordinary people lacked.
"Heh heh, though I am not a Spirit Medium, I have directly or indirectly killed many Spirit Mediums, thus acquiring countless Spiritual Arts. In private, I have also researched numerous secret Spiritual Arts. Although I haven't dared to cultivate them all, I know their methods of application like the back of my hand. The Soul Fusion Spiritual Art is one of them."
Yang Haoran forced a smile. He paused at this point, taking a few ragged breaths, seemingly trying to recover his strength, then continued.
"Actually, the Soul Fusion Spiritual Art is different from some conventional Spiritual Arts. Even without cultivation, understanding its application methods can still lead to successful Soul Fusion. Although I am not yet technically a Spirit Medium, Communication Power is extremely similar to my Underworld Office's Spirit Power, and Ghost Arts are likewise similar to Spiritual Arts. So, as long as you are willing, with my experience and ability, I am confident I can successfully perform Soul Fusion!"
Yang Haoran spoke weakly. After a few breaths, his strength didn't seem to have recovered, and speaking became even more arduous for him.
"Even if you are proficient in the Soul Fusion art, and capable of successfully merging us, why should I become your Guardian Spirit?"
Zhong Siyu asked with a sinister chuckle, her tone clearly tinged with disdain.
"Heh heh, because if we don't do this, both you and I will die, perhaps even suffer Soul Transformation. But if we do, we have a very good chance of surviving this calamity. From now on, we'll share prosperity and adversity together, and I can promise you that there will be no master-subordinate distinction between us. Besides, didn't you agree to me before?"
Yang Haoran smiled faintly. As he spoke, the unnatural crimson on his face surprisingly began to recede. With the crimson fading, the power fluctuations emanating from his body, as well as the blood aura radiating from his flesh, rapidly weakened. It seemed he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.
Yang Haoran knew what Zhong Siyu disdained and what she rejected. A ghost like Zhong Siyu disdained signing a contract with a Spirit Medium to become a Guardian Spirit. Forget Zhong Siyu; any ghost powerful enough to reach Zhong Siyu's current level would likely not easily sign a contract with a Spirit Medium to become a Guardian Spirit. After all, once one becomes a Guardian Spirit, not only is their life and death tied to their master's, but they must also be at their master's beck and call—how could that compare to the freedom of being alone?
Yang Haoran understood Zhong Siyu's thoughts, which was why he offered a promise, for he knew that only in this way could he possibly persuade Zhong Siyu.
If he hadn't been forced by the situation, Yang Haoran likewise wouldn't have wanted to sign a contract with Zhong Siyu, because he knew her morbid personality better than anyone—dangerous, difficult to control, and prone to causing problems. This was also why he had hesitated before. However, in the current predicament, if he didn't do this, there would be absolutely no chance of turning the tables. So, even if he didn't want to, he still decided to proceed.
Yang Haoran's words caused the sinister chuckle on Zhong Siyu's face to recede slightly. Sensing the rapid weakening of the power fluctuations emanating from Yang Haoran's body, and the swift dissipation of the blood mist enveloping him, the sinister chuckle on her face vanished completely, replaced by a rare and uncharacteristic seriousness.
Outside the Unnamed Small Tower, deafening explosions continuously reverberated. Each blast signified one or more statues being destroyed by the Tong Continent Great Emperor's Soul Armament.
The number of statues rushing out from inside the Unnamed Small Tower was indeed vast, but in terms of strength, there was a definite gap compared to the Tong Continent Great Emperor. This meant that the considerable number of statues not only failed to threaten the Tong Continent Great Emperor's life but were also all shattered in his hands before they could even last long.
When the last statue was blasted into fragments by the Tong Continent Great Emperor, he turned his gaze towards the Unnamed Small Tower, which was now covered in cracks.
"Hmph, Yang Haoran, let's see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"
The Tong Continent Great Emperor let out a cold snort. He did not want to give Yang Haoran time to breathe, so after he had blasted the last statue into fragments, he didn't pause for a moment. As he spoke, he simultaneously controlled his two Soul Armaments to launch an attack on the cracked Unnamed Small Tower.
According to his estimation, in its current state, the Unnamed Small Tower certainly couldn't withstand a single strike from his two Soul Armaments. And with this attack, he wanted not only to shatter the Unnamed Small Tower but also to dispose of Yang Haoran and Zhong Siyu, who were hiding inside, tearing them both completely into fragments!
Boom!
Boom!
Two explosions rang out. One blast came from the attack of a sword-shaped Soul Armament, and the other from the attack of a stone mirror Soul Armament. Facing the fierce assault of these two Soul Armaments from the Tong Continent Great Emperor, how could the Unnamed Small Tower, already riddled with cracks, possibly endure?
BOOM! ! !
With another deafening roar, the Unnamed Small Tower violently exploded under the tearing force of the rampaging power. The faint blood-red light vanished, leaving only the blackness of Spirit Power, suspended in the air like a massive black cloud. The fragments formed by the tower's explosion scattered from high above like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, plummeting into the sea of fire below.
This top-tier demonic artifact of the Demon Cult was utterly scrapped at this moment. Yet, tragically, it was destroyed without ever unleashing its true power. Neither its controller nor its opponent, nor anyone, knew its true identity. It was thus completely and utterly annihilated, its purpose unknown.
With the Unnamed Small Tower blasted into fragments by his two Soul Armaments, a cold sneer appeared on the Tong Continent Great Emperor's face. In his view, since even the demonic artifact, the Unnamed Small Tower, was destroyed, Yang Haoran and Zhong Siyu, who were inside, surely couldn't have survived. They were, in all likelihood, already scattered, their souls transformed.
The Tong Continent Great Emperor held such thoughts not because of arrogance, but because he was well aware of Yang Haoran and Zhong Siyu's state before they entered the Unnamed Small Tower. In that condition, the two of them could not possibly have withstood such a violent explosion. Their physical bodies were undeniably dead, and even Zhong Siyu's Ghost King physique would not have been able to endure it. As for whether their souls had been completely dispersed, he couldn't be one hundred percent certain, but he felt they had, in all likelihood, already suffered Soul Transformation!
However, just as a cold sneer had appeared on the Tong Continent Great Emperor's face, and this series of thoughts had just begun to surface in his mind, he suddenly sensed that something was amiss. The cold sneer on his face instantly froze.
BOOM! ! !
A furious surge of power suddenly erupted from within the black cloud. The massive black cloud of Spirit Power was violently torn apart like rotten fabric, and a blood-red figure became visible.
The Tong Continent Great Emperor's gaze fell upon this blood-red figure, and his face instantly contorted. Intense confusion involuntarily appeared in his eyes, and besides this intense confusion, a barely perceptible trace of dread also flickered deep within them!
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