Chapter 630: Swift Conclusion
"It seems my life isn't meant to end yet!"
Although Old Master Wu's breathing was weak and his physical condition rather poor, Yang Haoran's appearance brought a smile to his face.
He could, of course, tell that Yang Haoran was severely wounded, but he had faith in him. Even with such grave injuries, dealing with this Spirit Medium before them would surely be no problem.
Furthermore, with the barrier shattered, it would be quite simple to find reinforcements. Even if Yang Haoran, due to his serious injuries, couldn't defeat the Spirit Medium, they could still call for help. In Lecheng, they were the 'local snakes'; finding a few helpers would be no issue at all.
Therefore, in Old Master Wu's view, he had narrowly escaped death tonight. The urgent task now was to find a way to ensure his family's safety. After all, his family members were ordinary people; once Yang Haoran and the Spirit Medium truly engaged in battle, the aftershocks alone could shake them to death.
"Uncle Yang! You arrived just in time! A moment later and we would have been dead for sure!"
Xiao Kang's face was flushed with excitement. He had blind adoration and confidence in Yang Haoran. Now that Yang Haoran had appeared, victory or defeat, in his eyes, was already decided.
At Old Master Wu's signal, both pulled out a bottle of Pharmacist's Medicine from their pockets, then carefully took a drop to recover from their injuries.
"It seems Emissary Yang is quite impatient. I haven't even had time to prepare a grand feast for you, and yet you've appeared in such a rush. I worry I won't be able to host you properly," the Spirit Medium said with a smile to Yang Haoran.
Although he didn't know how Yang Haoran had sustained his injuries, he felt this was an excellent opportunity to slay him.
Of course, he also worried Yang Haoran might summon reinforcements, so he had to eliminate Yang Haoran in the shortest possible time and then immediately depart. That way, even if help arrived, it would be futile, for he would have vanished without a trace.
He appeared to be mocking Yang Haoran at this moment, but in reality, he was secretly mobilizing his Communication Power.
In response to the Spirit Medium's taunt, Yang Haoran merely replied faintly.
"I have no time to waste on you."
As his words fell, several chains appeared, coiling around Wu Senior and the others. The Spirit Medium knew Yang Haoran was preparing to rescue them.
He naturally didn't want Yang Haoran to succeed. Although Wu Senior and the others were merely ordinary people, of no great use to him now—whether they lived or died was irrelevant—if Yang Haoran rescued them right under his nose, how would he save face?
He let out a cold snort, intending to intervene. At that moment, Remnant Moon, summoned by Yang Haoran, broke free from the wall, transforming into a black streak that slashed towards him.
Under these circumstances, he had no choice but to abandon his attempt to stop Yang Haoran, immediately releasing Communication Power to deal with Remnant Moon.
Under Yang Haoran's control, Remnant Moon was incredibly swift, yet this Spirit Medium truly possessed some skill, actually managing to block Remnant Moon.
Communication Power clashed with Remnant Moon, erupting in dull thuds.
"Stop him!"
The Spirit Medium commanded in a deep voice. Unable to free his hands to stop Yang Haoran himself, he ordered his Guardian Spirit.
The Guardian Spirit didn't hesitate in the slightest, immediately casting an illusion on Yang Haoran. As long as Yang Haoran was trapped within the illusion, not only would it prevent him from saving the others, but it would also create an opportunity for its master to slay him.
Even if the illusion could only ensnare Yang Haoran for a brief moment, it would be enough to determine the outcome of a fierce battle.
However, this Guardian Spirit underestimated Yang Haoran's strength, and his combat experience.
Yang Haoran was all too familiar with the attack methods of Evil Spirits. He had long anticipated the Guardian Spirit would cast an illusion on him, so the moment the Guardian Spirit unleashed its illusion, he decisively activated his Ghost Eye and infused a considerable amount of Spirit Power into it.
As Yin Qi surged from his Ghost Eye, the illusion shattered instantly, leaving him completely unaffected.
This Guardian Spirit's strength was already at the bottom tier among Evil Spirits. The illusion it conjured was like child's play in Yang Haoran's eyes. Even without infusing Spirit Power into his Ghost Eye, this illusion wouldn't have been able to trap him; it would merely have taken a little more time to break through. Nevertheless, to avoid any influence from the illusion, he still poured a large amount of Spirit Power into his Ghost Eye.
As the illusion was shattered, several chains had already bound Wu Senior and the others, delivering them to Old Master Wu's side. This entire sequence was executed flawlessly, without a single pause due to obstruction.
"Take them and get far away. I'll be out soon."
Yang Haoran's voice rang out, clearly directed at Old Master Wu. As his words echoed, a small restrictive barrier appeared, encompassing him, the Spirit Medium, and the Spirit Medium's Guardian Spirit.
The restrictive barrier was black. From outside the barrier, it was impossible to discern anything within, nor could one sense the fluctuations of power inside.
Looking at the black barrier before them, Xiao Kang was somewhat perplexed, opening his mouth in confusion: "Why did Uncle Yang set up such a barrier?"
"Your Uncle Yang naturally has his reasons for doing this. Let's retreat further, lest we accidentally get hurt," Old Master Wu said.
Before Xiao Kang could reply, Wu Junior urged them on with an anxious expression: "Go, go, go! Let's hurry and leave! The farther the better!"
Tonight's encounter had truly terrified Wu Junior. The fright he experienced was even more intense than the fear the Evil Spirit Ning Longyang had once instilled in him. Never in his life had he been so afraid as he was tonight.
Smack!
No sooner had Wu Junior's words fallen than Old Master Wu slapped him across the face.
"You disgrace! We're safe now, what are you still so scared of? " Old Master Wu scolded.
The loud slap only brought Wu Junior a stinging pain; it offered him no sense of security. Having been scared witless, how could he possibly heed Old Master Wu's words at this moment?
He didn't quiet down because of Old Master Wu's slap. He continued to scream and wail, snot and tears streaming down his face, a truly pitiful sight.
Just moments before, he had been too terrified to speak. Yang Haoran's intervention had freed him from the Spirit Medium's control, giving him hope. It was precisely because hope had bloomed in his heart that he desperately wanted to leave this place.
Seeing his youngest son's spineless display, Old Master Wu wanted to slap him several more times until he came to his senses, but Wu Senior stopped him.
"Dad, hitting him now is useless. Let's follow the boss's instructions and retreat further, to avoid being caught in the crossfire."
Wu Senior's reminder prevented Old Master Wu from delivering the slap. He knew Wu Senior's advice was correct; the priority was indeed to follow Yang Haoran's instructions.
With anger and disappointment in his heart, Old Master Wu irritably waved his hand and said, "Let's quickly get far away from here."
The Yin Qi restraints the Spirit Medium had placed on Wu Senior and the others had already been dispersed when Yang Haoran's chains coiled around them, restoring their physical freedom. However, Wu Junior had long since been scared so badly his legs turned to jelly, and combined with being shot in the leg, he couldn't even stand up at this point, let alone walk upright.
Seeing this, Xiao Kang simply hoisted Wu Junior onto his back.
Though Xiao Kang was not tall and still just a child, possessing Spirit Power meant his body was bolstered by it, making his strength far greater than that of an ordinary person. Thus, he effortlessly carried Wu Junior on his back.
Wu Senior had also been shot, but not in the leg, so walking upright was no problem for him. Nevertheless, his wife and another young woman still helped support him, lest he accidentally fall.
Under Old Master Wu's lead, the injured group stumbled out of the villa, stopping just outside.
"Dad, should we find help? I saw the boss seemed severely injured, what if. . ."
Wu Senior's words trailed off, but everyone present understood what he was trying to say.
Old Master Wu believed in Yang Haoran's strength, but he also felt his eldest son's words weren't unreasonable; calling for help would certainly be safer.
"No need, Uncle Yang will be fine. That Spirit Medium definitely isn't Uncle Yang's match."
Before Old Master Wu could make a decision, Xiao Kang spoke up. Not only did he show no trace of worry, but his face was instead alight with excited anticipation.
"This. . ."
Wu Senior was somewhat conflicted. He glanced at the excited Xiao Kang, then turned his gaze back to Old Master Wu, waiting for his decision.
"No need to find any help. Let them all have a good night's sleep tonight. Such opportunities will likely be rare in the future."
As the voice sounded, a figure also walked out of the villa. This person was none other than Yang Haoran.
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