Chapter 498: Forcibly Sent Away
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The hand that suddenly appeared in Ma Ling's line of sight at that critical moment was precisely Yang Haoran's.
Seeing that Ma Ling had reached the brink of death, Yang Haoran naturally couldn't stand idly by. Thus, he could only temporarily abandon the short man, rush to Ma Ling's side with the utmost speed, and directly use his own hand to parry the Corpse Ghoul's sword.
Ma Ling's golden sword couldn't penetrate the Corpse Ghoul's physical defense because a Corpse Ghoul is inherently a zombie, possessing exceptionally robust bodily defenses. Coupled with Ma Ling's limited strength, she was unable to breach this Corpse Ghoul's physical defenses.
However, at this moment, with the golden sword in the Corpse Ghoul's hand, it managed to breach Yang Haoran's physical defense.
To be precise, Yang Haoran's physical defense was only much stronger than that of an ordinary person. This was because his body had undergone modification, and he had previously refined several special Death God Seals, which contained a large amount of vital energy. Hence, his physical body was incomparable to that of a common person.
However, in front of extraordinary individuals, his physical defense wasn't considered strong. If he had mobilized his Spirit Power to protect his body, it would naturally be a different matter, but without mobilizing Spirit Power to shield himself, his meager physical defense was virtually nonexistent in the eyes of many masters.
The situation just now was critical. In order to take that fatal sword blow for Ma Ling, Yang Haoran had no time to mobilize a large amount of Spirit Power to protect his palm. The layer of protective Yin Qi emanating from his palm's surface possessed limited power. Facing a magical artifact like the golden sword, whose might was not to be underestimated, it provided little defensive effect. Furthermore, the Corpse Ghoul's forceful thrust unleashed immense power, which not only pierced through Yang Haoran's protective Yin Qi but also sliced open his palm.
Ma Ling wasn't the only one suddenly stunned; the Corpse Ghoul before them was too.
He had expected this sword strike to pierce Ma Ling's head, but he hadn't anticipated that the sword in his hand wouldn't manage to land.
The Corpse Ghoul, having recovered, looked at Yang Haoran before him, then vigorously exerted strength in its arm, trying to forcibly drive the sword home.
However, Yang Haoran had by then mobilized the Spirit Power within his body, not only protecting his palm but also shielding other parts of his body.
The Corpse Ghoul's sword still didn't descend. Even with its full strength, it couldn't escape Yang Haoran's control; instead, its arm began to tremble from overexertion.
Unable to drive the sword down, the Corpse Ghoul let out an enraged roar at Yang Haoran.
A foul stench assailed him, and Yang Haoran nearly gagged. He frowned, then swung his foot with brutal force towards the Corpse Ghoul's rotting face.
Under the amplification of abundant Spirit Power, Yang Haoran's entire foot surged with dense Yin Qi. This black Yin Qi burned fiercely like black flames, creating an astonishing display of power.
This kick possessed immense power and incredible speed, completely incomparable to an ordinary kick. Before the Corpse Ghoul could even react, the kick landed squarely on its face.
Boom!
With a thunderous crash, the Corpse Ghoul was sent flying by Yang Haoran's kick, the immense force shattering half of its face.
The Corpse Ghoul's defense, which even a golden sword couldn't breach, was now utterly devastated by Yang Haoran's kick. From this, one could grasp the immense power of that single blow.
Boom!
Another loud crash immediately followed as the Corpse Ghoul's body slammed into the wall of a two-story building. The wall was breached, and after a series of crackling and splintering sounds, the building completely collapsed.
Ma Ling, on the ground, quickly sat upright. Before she could recover from her shock, a golden sword plunged into the earth beside her. On the blade, fresh blood could be clearly seen rolling down.
Without a doubt, the blood came from Yang Haoran.
The striking blood jolted Ma Ling back from her daze. She looked up at Yang Haoran, just in time to see his palm, which had previously gripped the golden sword, covered in blood.
“U-uncle, are you alright? ”
Ma Ling asked, her expression filled with guilt. After all, Yang Haoran's injury was entirely due to saving her.
“Just a minor scratch, won't kill me. No need to worry. You all leave first; I'll deal with this Corpse Master. ”
As his voice faded, Yang Haoran gave Ma Ling no chance to speak. With a wave of his hand, he tore open space. Simultaneously, several black chains materialized out of thin air beside Ma Ling and the others, binding them tightly and forcibly sending them towards the spatial rift.
All of this happened too swiftly. By the time they reacted, their bodies were already bound by chains and rapidly moving towards the spatial rift.
Their expressions changed drastically. They understood that Yang Haoran intended to forcibly send them away from this place, as it was the only way to save their lives. However, doing so meant Yang Haoran would face the powerful Corpse Master alone.
Although they knew Yang Haoran's strength was unfathomable, this Corpse Master was also extremely powerful. If Yang Haoran were to face the Corpse Master alone, whether he would succeed in slaying him or be slain himself, no one could say for sure, and worry inevitably gnawed at their hearts.
Ma Ling, in particular, was the most agitated among them. In her view, Yang Haoran would likely be dead if he stayed here alone. She wanted to remain and help, so she struggled with all her might, trying to break free from the chains. Yet, with her strength, it was utterly impossible to succeed.
Let alone her being injured now, even at her peak, she might not have been able to break free from the chains formed by Yang Haoran's Spirit Power.
“Uncle, what are you doing? Let me go, quick—”
Ma Ling's words were cut short as the chains forcibly pulled her into the spatial rift. The rift then healed, and the group vanished from Huangniu Town, leaving only Ma Ling's anxious voice echoing in the area.
Having forcibly sent these people away, Yang Haoran waved his hand again, setting up a restrictive barrier here to prevent anything that transpired from being discovered by outsiders.
From start to finish, all of this transpired in mere moments. By the time Yang Haoran successfully established the restrictive barrier, the short man had also broken through the encirclement under the assault of numerous chains.
Without Yang Haoran's direct control, the chains formed by Spirit Power were considerably limited in both destructive power and flexibility. The short man, who had lacked any opportunity to retaliate, finally found his chance. Under his tempestuous assault, all the encircling chains successively dissolved into Yin Qi and vanished.
After successfully breaking free, he didn't immediately attack Yang Haoran. Instead, he floated in the air, his face contorted with fury, looking down at Yang Haoran from above.
Ma Ling and the others had been forcibly sent away by Yang Haoran. The short man had noticed this when breaking through the chains, but at the time, he was preoccupied and could only watch helplessly as they were sent away.
This incident was one of the reasons for the short man's fury.
Because Ma Ling and the others had been sent away just like that, it constituted a loss for him, and no small one at that.
Although he had previously stated that he came here only to take away the Corpse Ghoul he had cultivated, those words were not his true intention. He had said them to mislead Yang Haoran and the others. Even if Yang Haoran hadn't intervened and hadn't shown his intent to meddle, he would still have attacked Yang Haoran and the others; that much was certain.
Because Yang Haoran and the others were not ordinary people; their flesh and blood contained energies that ordinary people lacked. If his two Corpse Ghouls were to devour their flesh and blood, then the strength of his two Corpse Ghouls would significantly increase.
However, Yang Haoran's actions had ruined his plans. How could he not be furious?
Furthermore, there was another reason for his anger: he now bore several wounds of varying depths, all inflicted by the chains Yang Haoran had manipulated.
These wounds made him feel profoundly humiliated.
“Since you let them go, I'll just have to feed you to my two little darlings instead. ”
The short man's face no longer held its previous calm and composed smile. His face was dark as he spoke in a low voice to Yang Haoran, his tone laden with menace.
Listening to the short man's threatening words, a smile involuntarily blossomed on Yang Haoran's face.
This smile appeared so friendly, so genial. Night God Under the Moon
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