Chapter 499: Indeed, No Longer Smiling
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The short man was already furious that Yang Haoran wasn't laughing. When he did smile, it was like pouring a barrel of gasoline onto the already raging flames of fury in the short man's heart, twisting his entire face into a grotesque mask.
He was so enraged because, in his eyes, the smile blooming on Yang Haoran's face at that moment was nothing less than blatant provocation.
"Go on and laugh, ha ha. Laugh your fill now, because soon enough, you won't be able to. " The short man's fury twisted into a cold, mocking laugh, his voice cutting and icy.
"Oh, really? I'm quite eager to see how you'll manage to stop me from smiling."
Not only did the smile on Yang Haoran's face not vanish, it deepened a few shades.
"No need to rush, you'll see soon enough. Oh, and by the way, I almost forgot to tell you some good news. Your Ancheng Underworld Office is currently suffering a devastating blow. I suppose you aren't aware of that, are you? " The short man sneered.
Hearing this, the smile on Yang Haoran's face stiffened for a moment, but then he quickly regained his composure.
No sooner had Yang Haoran's voice faded than a dull thud echoed from beneath the collapsed house not far away. The Corpse Ghoul, which Yang Haoran had kicked flying earlier, crawled out from the rubble.
It had taken him this long to emerge from the collapsed building, clearly indicating that Yang Haoran's kick had inflicted no small amount of damage.
Seeing that the face of his Corpse Puppet had been smashed in by Yang Haoran's single kick, a slight twitch appeared at the corner of the short man's eye.
He withdrew his gaze from the Corpse Puppet and fixed it back on Yang Haoran. He said in a deep voice, "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, because you'll be a dead man very soon. The reason I told you this is simply because I found it somewhat amusing that your main base is being dismantled, yet you still have the leisure to meddle here. However, since you dared to interfere, you must pay the price!"
As his words fell, a sinister, cold laugh emanated from the short man's lips, and a thick Corpse Qi surged forth from his body.
As the Corpse Qi erupted from his body, he seemed to have suddenly suffered an immense drain, his complexion instantly turning somewhat pale, and the power fluctuations emanating from within him weakening by a few points.
After the Corpse Qi erupted, it immediately split into two streams: one shot towards the Corpse Ghoul that had just burst from the earth, and the other towards the Corpse Ghoul bound by chains on the ground.
The Corpse Qi was incredibly fast, but if Yang Haoran had wanted to block it, he could have, given his strength. However, he did not.
Because, at that moment, his mind was entirely occupied by the short man's recent words.
According to the short man's words, the Ancheng Underworld Office was currently in dire straits. The short man must have taken him for someone from the Ancheng Underworld Office to speak to him like that.
He was the Emissary of Death for Lecheng, not Ancheng. Given his personality, he wouldn't bother meddling unless something happened on his own territory.
However, Ancheng was different. Ancheng was Xu Meijing's territory, and right now, Xu Meijing was surely still refining the Soul-Refining Cauldron, completely unaware of what was happening with the Ancheng Underworld Office. If what the short man said was true, then Xu Meijing's subordinates were in deep trouble.
If the Ancheng Underworld Office truly suffered a devastating blow, and Xu Meijing, as the Emissary of Death, was absent, then when blame was laid, Xu Meijing would be the first to be punished!
It was precisely because this matter involved Xu Meijing that Yang Haoran was somewhat distracted at the moment. However, by the time he snapped back to attention, the Corpse Qi spewing from the short man's body had already successively merged into the two Corpse Ghouls.
The Corpse Ghouls, imbued with the short man's Corpse Qi, instantly seemed as if they had been injected with a stimulant, the power fluctuations emanating from their bodies suddenly increasing dramatically!
Two excited and powerful roars erupted from the mouths of the two Corpse Ghouls. The Corpse Ghoul that Yang Haoran had bound with chains, while roaring, directly used brute force to violently shatter the chains wrapped around its body!
The chains shattered, transforming into specks of Yin Qi that dispersed completely, and the Corpse Ghoul, which had been bound for a time, finally regained its freedom.
As the roars faded, both Corpse Ghouls simultaneously locked their gazes onto Yang Haoran, then lunged towards him like starving wolves attacking their prey.
So, the reason the short man hadn't immediately attacked Yang Haoran, and instead prattled on for so long, was that he was secretly performing a secret art to enhance the power of his two Corpse Ghouls. Only then would he have the confidence to kill Yang Haoran.
Now that the secret art had been successfully cast, although he had suffered a great drain, the power of the two Corpse Ghouls had significantly increased.
This enhancement wasn't permanent; it was only temporary and wouldn't last long. However, the short man personally felt that this amount of time was entirely sufficient to deal with Yang Haoran.
Watching his two nurtured Corpse Ghouls pounce on Yang Haoran, the short man sneered repeatedly. He didn't join the Corpse Ghouls in attacking Yang Haoran, not because he lacked the strength to act, but because he was waiting for the optimal moment to strike.
If he didn't strike, so be it, but if he did, he would absolutely take Yang Haoran's life.
Seeing Yang Haoran's face now grim, with not a trace of his previous smile, the short man couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter. He believed Yang Haoran must be afraid, which was why his smile had vanished.
This thought in his mind made his expression momentarily turn incredibly smug.
"I told you just now that you wouldn't be able to smile in a while. Well, was I right or not?"
As the short man's words fell, the two Corpse Ghouls were already almost upon them, lunging at Yang Haoran from left and right!
However, at that very moment, Yang Haoran's low voice suddenly resonated through the area.
"Heaven Soul: Open!"
As his Heaven Soul was opened, an incredibly powerful surge of Spirit Power instantly erupted from Yang Haoran's body. The Spirit Power, visible to the naked eye, raged around him, directly sending the two incoming Corpse Ghouls flying backward.
In that instant, the power fluctuations emanating from Yang Haoran's body grew at a terrifying speed. The short man saw all of this with his own eyes, and the smile on his face immediately froze.
His face contorted in a drastic change as he reacted, his gaze shifting to Yang Haoran's side. There, a mass of Yin Qi was coalescing without dissipating, violently swirling as if a primeval beast were gestating within it.
"Damn it! No wonder this guy is so powerful; he's already successfully opened his Heaven Soul! Judging by the power fluctuations currently radiating from him, he's far stronger than me!"
Filled with shock, the short man immediately tried to tear open space and flee the area.
He was a decisive person; knowing he was no match, he no longer desired to fight. His first thought was to escape this place and save his own life.
However, he failed to successfully rip open a spatial rift, because the space here had been sealed off by a barrier Yang Haoran had set up!
Seeing that he couldn't tear space, the short man turned and fled. To buy himself a chance to escape, he hastily ordered his two Corpse Ghouls.
"Stop him!"
As the words left his mouth, his body had already shot forward, but he hadn't covered much distance before a black streak pierced through his neck.
The short man's head flew into the sky, blood spouting like a geyser, but the rest of his body continued to rush forward for a short distance before finally crashing to the ground with a thud.
The short man was dead, instantly killed by Yang Haoran after he opened his Heaven Soul. Above the short man's severed head, a crescent wheel slowly rotated. The black streak that had just pierced his neck was Yang Haoran's Soul Armament, Remnant Moon.
Although the short man was dead, his demise did not cause the two Corpse Ghouls to stop.
With their Corpse Controller dead, the Corpse Ghouls would no longer act according to his commands. The reason these two Corpse Ghouls were still attacking Yang Haoran was purely out of instinct.
Corpse Ghouls inherently possessed no intelligence; they acted entirely on instinct. Upon seeing humans or other animals, they would instinctively attack, instinctively bite their targets to death, and instinctively devour their flesh and blood.
Thus, even with the short man dead, Yang Haoran, standing there as a living person, remained their instinctive target for attack.
Watching the two Corpse Puppets once again pounce towards him, Yang Haoran was originally prepared to manipulate Remnant Moon to tear them to shreds with the utmost speed. However, after a slight hesitation, he changed his mind. Night God Under the Moon
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